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"P-please! I'm sorry. I d-d-didn't!" Taehyung cowered, looking at his alpha's legs. "I haven't done anything!" He stared back up at his alpha, who had a knife in hand. Taehyung lowered his head in submission, hoping he can get out of any blood letting today. He didn't want to bleed, but his boyfriend loved it. Savored it. That's what you get for dating a vampire anyway. It had started out sweet enough. Hoseok had been tame, giving him smiles and gifts. It wasn't until later that he learned he was a vampire alpha. All he knew was that Hoseok was the sweetest alpha ever, his Hobi. Hobi had told him later on that he had slight temperamental issues, but that he still loved Taehyung dearly. Taehyung had smiled and kissed him, saying their love could withstand anything. Typical twilight stuff. There's a reason nobody likes Twilight.
But then it was later he learned his mistake. Hoseok had been shy at first, asking Taehyung if he could drink his blood. Taehyung had said yes, of course, he knew Hobi had to feed and had no problem giving up some blood. Hobi had drained him, drinking him until he passed out, almost dead.
When he woke up, he was on the couch, blood still on his neck and some had gotten on the couch, feeling extremely weak, Hoseok nowhere in sight. He had hobbled to the bathroom to clean up, and then had some food to get his body going once more. He then cleaned the sofa, putting the cover into the wash.
Hoseok had come home late that night, and at the sight of Taehyung, he had dropped to his knees. His hair was rustled, face still slightly red. Taehyung had thought it was because he was embarrassed. He had apologized profusely saying it was a mistake and vowed never to drink from him again. He said he had been out trying to find an IV, but he should've just taken Taehyung to the hospital.
Taehyung, being the naive omega he was, believed him. When his friends asked what had happened, he had lied to them, not wanting them to think bad of Hoseok. He knew they wouldn't believe him when he said that Hoseok had done it by accident. So he said he had slipped and fell onto a rock.
If only he had told them. They could've rescued him.
One night, Hoseok came home with rustled hair once more, face flushed, and a bad smell. Taehyung hadn't known what the smell was, but he knew it was nothing good. Taehyung, you see, was a very innocent omega. He knew little to nothing about impure stuff, and was basically a very angelic boy.
He had confronted Hoseok, having been confused as to why Hoseok's work was making him look like that. He had sent Hoseok straight to the shower, thinking Hoseok must've had a bad day. He made Kimchi fried rice, and set down a glass of warmed blood for Hoseok. He waited for Hoseok to exit the bathroom.
Hoseok came out, hair wet, and Taehyung had only smiled and sat him down, massaging his shoulders as he fed him. Hoseok hadn't talked to him, nothing. He questioned Hoseok, asking him why he wasn't saying anything. Hoseok still hadn't said anything. Taehyung then questioned him why he came home late every night like that, and whether he had a bad day.
Hoseok grabbed his hands and took them off his shoulders, before roughly shoving Taehyung into the seat beside him. Taehyung stared at him, confused, hurt. "H-Hoseok?" Hoseok had only snarled at him, pushing the glass of blood towards him. "This blood is disgusting. Give me yours." Taehyung's heartbeat fastened, but he quickly rushed into the kitchen and grabbed another cup and a knife, but Hoseok flashed straight into the kitchen and grabbed his wrist. "I want it from the vein."
Taehyung attempted to yank his hand back. "No! Please! I don't want that!" Hoseok glared at him darkly, and Taehyung whimpered under the alpha's glare. "I don't care what you want." Taehyung's jaw dropped, and he winced in pain as Hoseok had ripped into his wrist, sucking harshly.
Hoseok's venom had set in, painfully paralyzing Taehyung. He couldn't move, but his body felt like it was on fire. He whimpered, trying to stop it. "It...it hurts." He wanted to get away. He wanted to leave. He needed to get away. He needed to leave. He was scared. Hoseok finished drinking, and Taehyung felt thankful he hadn't passed out.
Hoseok cupped his face, and released some pheromones that had calmed Taehyung. He thought maybe Hoseok had just had a really bad day, and they could go cuddle now. Hoseok looked straight into his eyes, and Taehyung felt another layer of pain shift though him, and stiffened even more.
He had seen Hoseok use compulsion before, but never on him. "Hoseok?" He asked quietly, scared for his life. Hoseok gave him a grin, Taehyung's blood still on his lips. "Aww Taehyung. You would never leave me, would you?" Taehyung felt his brain could still, and for a few seconds he couldn't move.
He faintly heard himself say "I would never leave you. Or expose you. I love you and obey you. I would never lie to you." It had scared him. He never would've done any of that anyway, he didn't understand why Hoseok had been so harsh with him and why he then compelled Taehyung. Hoseok had grinned and left him in the kitchen, Taehyung following, venom still in his bloodstream but he could move somewhat.
"You wouldn't think of being with another alpha, would you?" Taehyung shook his head quickly. "N-No! I would never!" Hoseok knelt down, a soft look in his eyes, and Taehyung wanted it to be real. "Then why were you gawking at Yoongi?" Taehyung shook his head quickly. "I wasn't! Yoongi is Jimin's mate! He's my friend, and my friend only." Hoseok 'tched', and Taehyung looked down. "Please believe me." He wanted so, so, bad, for Hoseok to believe him. But he knew Hoseok's ways by now. "I don't believe you." His eyes turned dark, and he plunged the knife towards Taehyung. ~ Taehyung sobbed as he sat in his bathtub, the red water reaching to his chest. He had scars and marks all over, and today there were some new, fresh ones. It hurt. It hurt a lot, each mark stinging in the water. Hoseok had gone out, telling Taehyung he'd be out for the rest of the week, going to Japan for a business deal. They had graduated university long ago, and Taehyung had become a stay-at-home omega. He had told Hoseok back in university that he didn't do sex before marriage, and Hoseok had only agreed. That Hoseok and this one weren't the same. That Hoseok would be loving and kind, while this one hurt and threatened him before leaving. Or maybe the other Hoseok had never existed, and this was the real one all along. Hoseok often left him for weeks or months at a time, and would always come back for a month to hurt Taehyung, punish him for looking at other alphas. He'd say he saw Taehyung looking at other alphas. Taehyung had never even thought of looking at another alpha. He at first thought Hoseok was just lying and waiting for him to come clean out of guilt, so he'd confidently say he had never had eyes for anyone else. But now he knew better. Hoseok just wanted the opportunity to hurt him. He could've just compelled Taehyung to never look at anyone else. Instead, he had put him through many physical tortures, but never any sexual ones. But knowing this Hoseok, it wouldn't be long until they started. Taehyung never wanted to do anything sexual, especially not before marriage. He had never really wanted to run away, but he'd thought about it before. At least, before Hoseok's compulsion had him stuck there, never leaving the city. Never wanting to, either. Vampires were immortal and couldn't be killed, unless by their master Satan himself. At least, that's what Hoseok had told him long back. Taehyung had wondered how their relationship would work, with Hoseok being immortal and Taehyung mortal. Hoseok had just said that he could turn Taehyung after marriage, and Taehyung had went along with it. But after Hoseok's taunts, he learned that he wouldn't be a vampire. Vampires had 'slaves' but they were called 'servants'. A vampire could could make a slave immortal. That's what Taehyung would become. He had tried running, but every time he took a step out the door with the intention not to come back that he couldn't step out. It's not like there was a barrier. His foot itself wouldn't step outside. It refused to go along. When he went to buy groceries and the thought of escaping crossed his mind, it would leave as soon as he came and he would forget what he was doing. Another sob escaped him as he stared at all his cuts and bruises. This wasn't how he wanted his life to be. He had wanted to be a dancer. He wanted a happy life, but yet...he couldn't. If you could, would you? He stiffened for a second, contemplating the sudden thought that crossed his head. Of course he would. He wanted to get away from Hoseok. But did he really? His breath broke and he was ridden with sobs again. "No, I love him! And so does he!" He cried to himself over and over again. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but to himself. "I...I still love him don't I?" He asked, looking at the cuts on his body. "I love him." He whispered softly to himself, for no one else to hear. He got out of the shower, drying his body. He put on his clothes, before placing band-aids all over his body to cover the cuts. As he stepped out of the shower, the hot air in the bathroom escaped, warming him as he stepped onto his cold floor. He headed into the master bedroom, where he saw the blood on the floor. His blood. He quickly grabbed some wet wipes and knelt down to clean the mess he caused. "I should clean this before it stains the floor. Hobi just had them done last month." Another image floated into his mind, of Hoseok, on the floor, dead, right before him where the blood was. He gasped, dropping the wet wipe. "No! What was that? Hoseok can't die unless killed by Satan." He then whispers to himself softly. "I don't want him to die." he resumes cleaning. He hears loud cursing and quickly drops the cloth and curls in on himself, thinking maybe Hoseok had come home. "I didn't want you to die!" He quickly says, before Hoseok could take anything out of context and hurt him more. When nothing happens, he opens one eye to see a black-haired man in a suit in his room. The black hair looked very soft and Taehyung wanted to touch it. He himself had silver hair He snaps out of his thoughts and quickly steps back. "Don't come any closer. Leave." The man stared at him confused, before looking around. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did you want, kid?" Taehyung swallowed, officially scared. This man looked very scary, and when he looked at Taehyung irritated, he looked scarier than Hoseok. He didn't want to know what the man looked like when angry. "Please leave." The man's eye twitched. "Leave? You summoned me, you must want something?" Taehyung felt his heart beat faster. If Hoseok came and saw this, he would hurt Taehyung. Maybe even worse. "Leave. That's all I want. Leave before he comes." The man stares at him, something in his eyes. The corners of his lips tug upwards, and he stares at Taehyung. "An unintentional one? I haven't had one of those in a while." He disappeared, and Taehyung looked around for a second, feeling relieved, until the man reappears right in front of him. He screams and scampers, while the man casually eats an apple. Where he got it from, Taehyung didn't know. "So...what were you thinking of before I got here?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, flinching and leaning backwards. "Please leave sir. Hoseok's not home, you can come another time." The man raised an eyebrow at Taehyung, looking back to the blood he was cleaning up. "Are you his maid? Is he trapping you? Kidnapping you? You want him dead, don't you? I know what I want in return." The man eyed his body hungrily, and Taehyung felt extremely exposed. "Please stop. I don't want him dead, I love him. And I'm sorry if you are one of his friends, but he's not home. You're going to have to leave before I get-" His mouth shut, not being able to say anything more. It was Hoseok's compulsion, not letting him reveal anything. "You get what?" Taehyung shut his mouth tighter, feeling a little braver knowing this was Hoseok's friend and not some stranger. "Please leave sir. You can come next week, he'll be back by then." The man only laid on his back, his suit disappearing and a black shirt and jeans appeared on his body. "So he hurts you? I'll have to have a talk with my friend." Taehyung's eyes widened as he lowered his head in submission. "Please don't. Pretend I've said nothing." The man stared at him, amused. "Are you an omega? It's kind of hard to tell whether you're a really submissive omega or a kidnapped human." Taehyung bit his lip at his words. "I'm an...omega." The man smiled, sitting up. "Jungkook. Demon. Here to help you." He gave Taehyung a smile, and it relaxed Taehyung a bit, knowing this was one of Hoseok's friends. "Taehyung. Hoseok's boyfriend." That's what he's supposed to tell Hoseok's friends. Jungkook looked back at the blood. "So is that your blood?" Taehyung bit his lip once more. Jungkook grabbed his bottom lip, tugging it out. Taehyung won't say his rough hands felt nice on his lips. "Don't bite your lips, it's a bad habit." Taehyung swallowed, moving back to clean the blood. He could sense the alpha pheromones rolling off the male in waves. After spending so long with Hoseok and his scent (with the addition of another, unwanted, smell), he felt even more pressured and submissive with this new one. "Is my scent making you uncomfortable asked," and suddenly the scent was gone. Taehyung felt like something was taken off his shoulders. "Please. Hoseok isn't here. If he sees you here, he'll think we were doing something. He's currently in Japan." The man rolled onto his stomach. "But I'm here to see you." He drawled, a smirk resting on his lips. Taehyung frowned. "I don't even know you." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I'm here to help you. For a price, I can help you. If you want, I can even get rid of Hoseok." Taehyung looked at him horrified. "No!" Jungkook huffed. "He hurts you, and you still don't want him dead?" Taehyung huffs and turns back to the blood. Jungkook stared at his blood. "Your blood actually smells rather good." Taehyung stiffened. "I want some." Taehyung took a step backwards. "Hoseok would kill you. You know he doesn't like others drinking from me." Jungkook stepped closer, a predatory look in his eyes, Taehyung whimpering and taking a step backwards each time. There was no alpha scent, pheromones, and yet, he was still intimidated. "Hoseok doesn't have to know. If you can hold his secret, you can hold mine. I'd like your blood. Just a sip, nothing more." Taehyung was cornered against the other wall, his eyes squeezed shut. "Please, don't hurt me." he whimpered, but his luck was trash. He felt two fangs pierce his neck, he flinched waiting for the venom. When the venom entered his bloodstream, it hurt a lot more than it should've. He squirmed, the venom not paralyzing him. That was even worse, because moving seemed to make it hurt worse, but he couldn't help but move. He pushed against Jungkook's chest, mutely noting how broad his shoulders were. Jungkook put his arms against Taehyung's arms, pinning him to the wall. It may not look like it, but Jungkook was strong. Maybe it was because he was also a vampire. He was stopped fidgeting when Jungkook retracted fangs, as if the pain was only as long as his fangs were in his system. He wiped the blood from his bottom lip. "That was just payment for wasting my time. You're really pathetic." Taehyung flinched at his words, holding a hand to his neck. "I was here to help you, get away from your abusive boyfriend who doesn't love you-" Taehyung didn't want to hear anymore. "Stop." Jungkook stopped talking and looked at him, glare in his eyes that Taehyung leaned into to the wall further to try and get away from it, even though that wasn't possible. "Enjoy your abusive boyfriend." There was a puff of smoke, and then he was gone. Taehyung touched his neck, wincing at the injury. He hurried to the bathroom and washed and placed a band-aid on the cut. "I don't know what that was, but Hoseok will kill me if he finds out." He sighed, going back and cleaning the blood on the floor. ~ Hoseok had been eating dinner, Taehyung sitting with him quietly, eating the little he had. "Why don't you eat more these days?" Hoseok asked him casually, shoving a spoon of pasta in his mouth. "It makes your blood taste bad. And weaker when I'm done feeding." Taehyung flinched at those words. He was still a bit sensitive after Jungkook's hurtful words. He hadn't had a decent conversation with someone other than Hoseok for so long, that it just hurt more. "I didn't want to get fat." he said, cursing himself afterwards. He hated compulsion, and how he had no control of his own body. Hoseok eyed him. "I wouldn't care if you were fat or not. But it's annoying how weak you are afterwards." Taehyung huffed. "Well it's your venom! I can't help that I'm just an omega and you've got scary teeth and venom!" He bit his tongue. He shouldn't have said that. Hoseok glared at him, and he looked down out of natural submission. Hoseok scoffed. "You're even wearing a band-aid. It takes you so long to heal." His eyebrow then furrowed. "I haven't fed from you in a week. Why...?" He reached over and ripped off the band-aid, showing the double-fanged mark. Hoseok let out a breath, and Taehyung panicked. He was hoping Hoseok wouldn't have noticed. "You've been cheating?" Hoseok stood up, heading over to Taehyung. "Who was it?" He pulled Taehyung by the scuff of his shirt. "It was your friend. He came by the day you left and took my blood without my consent." Hoseok tightened his grip on Taehyung's shirt. "What friend?" Taehyung wracked his brain to remember the name. "J-Jungkook." Hoseok loosened his group. "I don't have a friend named Jungkook." Taehyung's breath hitched. "But he told me-" A loud smack resounded, Taehyung flying into the distant wall. Curse vampire strength. He let out a whimper at his alpha's anger. "You liar." Taehyung wanted to yell, tell him that he couldn't lie after Hoseok's compulsion. But his breath was knocked out of him, and instead all he could was open his mouth. Hoseok pulled him up, burying his fangs into Taehyung's neck, right into the previous mark. Taehyung winced. After Jungkook's first bite, he thought it would've faded after a day or at most two. That's how long it takes Hoseok's wounds to fade. But it never left, not even lessen. It stayed, and he was nervous as to how long it would be there. Obviously Hoseok would be angered every time he saw it. Even touching it hurt. So when Hoseok dug his fangs into the mark, Taehyung screamed in pain, before the paralyzing effects took place and he fell limp, Hoseok taking his fill before letting go of him, Taehyung slumping to the floor. Usually, after feeding Hoseok would pick him up and lay him on his bed, but instead Hoseok looked at him in disgust. "You were supposed to have died the first time I fed from you." And with that he turned around and grabbed his jacket off his seat and stormed out the door, leaving Taehyung on the floor, trying to fight the venom and at least sit up right. "Still love him?" He saw Jungkook, who was sitting in front of him, eating a lollipop. Taehyung couldn't move, the venom still in him. But he fought it, not wanting to give Jungkook any satisfaction. Slowly, he nodded. He felt happy for being able to move despite the venom. Childishly, he thought, "Taehyung-1, Hoseok-0."Jungkook scoffed. "Why? It's puzzling why humans fall in love in the first place, but now you're telling me that you love an abusive asshole who doesn't love you back? And you know it?" Taehyung huffed. He wanted to say something, but the venom was holding him in place. At least, he tells himself he wants to say something. He has no idea what to say.Jungkook presses a hand to his leg and he flinches, but instead of doing anything bad, he felt himself being able to move again. He lookes at Jungkook confusingly, who only gestures for him to answer his question. He sighs, looking at his hands. "He wasn't always like this." Jungkook groaned, rubbing his face. And flopping onto the floor, dramatically exclaiming, "That's what everyone says!" Taehyung giggles momentarily, pausing when Jungkook levels him with an unimpressed glare.Then he thinks back to the words. "Everyone?" Jungkook nods, flicking his hand. "Yeah, everyone. I'm a demon. I deal with people's problems for a price. And every unintentional summon is usually abused boyfriends and girlfriends who accidentally thought of getting rid of their other." Taehyung swallowed. "Is that why you appeared?" Jungkook nodded. "Well you can leave. I don't want Hoseok dead. He cares about me, he just...he doesn't show emotion very easily." Jungkook snorted. "Listen boy. I have a hard time showing emotions. Hoseok doesn't have emotions. For you anyway. I can sense the emotions he had for that girl. Very strong emotions, you know. Could smell it off him from a mile away, and I'm sure you could smell it too. Not the emotion, but the thing that comes with it." Taehyung didn't respond, only getting up. "You know he's not going on business right? Surely you've smelt the sex on him every night? I bet the girls in Japan are better than you. Hell, they don't even try. All they have to do is consent, something you can't do." He stumbled a little in his footing, but regained it, pretending he hadn't heard. He side-stepped Jungkook and grabbed Hoseok's plate, putting it in the dishwasher. He threw away all the remaining food in his plate. "Aren't you going to finish eating?" He shook his head. "I'm too weak for you take blood from right now." Jungkook huffed. "I'm just saying, I don't how how much he was lying, but I for one, would definitely not mind a chubby you. I don't want your blood. Well, I mean-" Taehyung headed to his room, tucking into his bed, not caring for whether Jungkook was there or not. "Don't you think you should treat your wound? You could get an infection." He shot straight up and jumped out of bed, staring back it. There was nobody there. Then something flickered, and now something was there. "You really should wash that. You didn't even brush your teeth." Taehyung stared at him irritation. "Go away." He groaned, slumping into bed. He felt himself get picked up and carried to the bathroom. "Listen man, I've lost a lot of blood. I'd appreciate it if you'd just let me sleep.""First this."He groans, grabbing a red towel cloth was was in the cupboards underneath sink. Jungkook eyes it. "Is that towel supposed to have white spots?" Taehyung stared at the towel. "It was originally a white towel. So I guess, no." "You mean to say for all that towel has done to clean your wounds, you've never washed it?!"He ignores him.He wet the towel and cleaned his cut, before slapping another band-aid on it. He then brushed his teeth and turned to Jungkook. "You want me to floss, too?" He mocks, ready to go to bed.Jungkook holds up a packet of flosses, probably conjured out of thin air. "Why are you even here?" A huff in response. "I can't leave until you pay a price or I do you a favor. Usually both." Taehyung rolled his eyes, sleep coming on to him. He rushed it, but at least he flossed, washing his teeth out once more before running out of the bathroom before Jungkook could do anything else. "Goodnight" was all he heard before he let sleep overtake him. He woke up to a stinging feeling in his legs the next morning. It was Hoseok, his eye twitching. He jumped out of bed, bowing. "Yes?" Hoseok rolled his eyes. "I'm leaving for a month. Make some breakfast." Taehyung nodded, hurrying to the kitchen. He was in the middle of making coffee when he felt hands wrap around his waist and somebody nuzzle into his neck. "So you're in a good mood today." He commented, happy Hoseok wasn't angry. "Who are you talking to?" He whipped around, seeing Jungkook standing right in front of him, their noses touching. But tilting his head, he could see Hoseok standing across the kitchen, confusion written on his face. So he obviously couldn't see Jungkook. Taehyung bit his lip, but Jungkook harshly tugged on it, making Taehyung elicit a whimper in pain. "Are you ok?" Hoseok sounded actually concerned, and Taehyung felt a bit of happiness at the concern. He smiled happily, waving it off. "I thought I had heard something. My fault!" He quickly made Hoseok his coffee, to which Hoseok greeted him with a kiss. He then made an omelette happily, forgetting that Jungkook had disappeared. Hoseok had eaten his omelette, and then left, not bidding Taehyung a goodbye or anything. But Taehyung still happily waved him off, still touched by his concern. "It takes so little to make you happy." He heard the obnoxious voice behind him. He huffed and turned around. "There's no way I accidentally summoned you." "I came here of my own accord." Squinting his eyes, he asks "And why is that?" Jungkook trails a hand under his chin. "I don't have to explain myself to you." He huffs and rolls his eyes, before yawning and stretching. "I'm going back to bed." Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Do you not have anything else to do today? Isn't that a bit lazy of you? Don't you think you're shirking your duties?" Taehyung turned back to him. "What's with all the questions? I have nothing to do because I don't have a job. I used to be a dancer but Hoseok made me quit because he thought I was doing seductive dances to seduce another dancer friend of mine. Hoseok earns enough for the both of us." Jungkook frowns as he watched Taehyung head into his own room. Jungkook takes a look at the dingy 'home'. "Enough for the both of us." It's barely enough for one.But Hoseok doesn't live here, does he?~ Ever since Jungkook had seen Taehyung that first time, he had at first gawked at how cute the boy was. He was initially going to kill the person who summoned him, but seeing Taehyung, he was willing to make an exception. The boy was incredibly cute and fuckable, and Jungkook had immediately decided he would be a great stress-reliever too. And then he found out about Hoseok. To be honest, that just helped further his plans because he could get rid of Hoseok, and use the sin Lust for his payment. But then Taehyung went on to say he didn't want Hoseok hurt and he had no plans on doing the dirty with Jungkook. Which is angering, to be honest. He hasn't been rejected since Satan told him he wouldn't get to go to Earth on his 16th birthday, all those milleniums ago.And then he promptly wiped out the dinosaurs. If he couldn't go to Earth, then no one gets to live on Earth.It's safe to say everyone has wisely come to the conclusion that the word 'no' is not to be uttered around Jeon Jungkook. It's also safe to say he takes after his father.He was Jeon Jungkook, Satan's right-hand man, read: his son. He is supposed to succeed his father when he decides he's been dealing with dead shit for so long and takes his retirement. So, for now he's just a mini-version of his father. But more good-looking. He's the living embodiment of the 7 sins, and they are what he uses for payment. Whenever he grants someone a favor, he usually taints them and then devours the sin he had contaminated their soul with. When he's in a particularly bad mood, he devours their souls too.When he saw Taehyung, and how he had loved Hoseok despite Hoseok being so abusive towards him, happy with smallest bit of concern on Hoseok's face, and content with whatever Hoseok gave him, he had suspected Taehyung's soul was pure. And that his soul was probably delicious. So obviously he couldn't hold himself back. He drank some of Taehyung's blood, wanting to taste the purity himself. He had been right. Taehyung's blood was amazingly pure. In every way possible. His virginity only added to it.The purest souls were always so delicious when tainted. He had purposely insulted Taehyung after drinking from him, and then had twisted Hoseok's mood right before he came home. Not much twisting was required, because Hoseok was already in a terrible mood. Hoseok had drank from Taehyung and left him there helpless, which is where Jungkook came and tried to tempt Taehyung. But Taehyung remained steadfast. This was to be expected. But he knew Taehyung had doubts in his mind. Every little thing he would do, that would push Taehyung to the edge, and taint him. Any sin will work for Taehyung to be tainted. That morning, he had attempted to seduce Taehyung in some way, but Taehyung had only thought of him as Hoseok. He had tried to call out Taehyung on being lazy, sloth, but that backfired too. He watched Taehyung throw away his food, so gluttony was out of the question. Taehyung would live on whatever money Hoseok gave him as long as he could live off of it, so greed was a no. Taehyung had nothing to be prideful for, really, so that wouldn't work out. He had tempted Taehyung with jealousy, telling him the truth: Hoseok was out there cheating on him every night. Taehyung had stumbled, but ignored him. So he had three options: Lust, Envy, and Wrath. Envy and Wrath would be the two primary ones, and afterwards he'd use Lust for his...payment. If you look at Taehyung, you'd know there's no way you could resist jumping that. He'd have to taint Kim Taehyung first however, because he knew from experience that when mortals had sex with the embodiment of lust...especially when he's in a bad mood...they don't make it half-way through. Of course, that didn't matter because the main part was taking his tainted soul. He felt the call of a summon somewhere else, and he left, knowing he was going to completely destroy Kim Taehyung. ~ When Taehyung woke up, he felt extremely lonely. He sat up on his bed, wondering if he should go out. Maybe a walk to the park? He shook his head, a headache taking place. He curled up, thinking about Hoseok. He wished Hoseok were here. No. He wished the old Hoseok were here. The current Hoseok would just reprimand him. Hurt him. Feed from him. Or maybe he'd just walk out. He'd leave. Off to go have sex with someone else. "Japanese girls" he muttered to himself, feeling tears slip down his cheeks. No. Hoseok cared about him. If he didn't he wouldn't have been concerned this morning. "Japanese girls is right. But at the current moment, he's out enjoying French Mademoiselles," Comes the obnoxious, terribly unwanted voice. "I know cause I located him. He's currently in a French penthouse with some girl named Madelline." Taehyung snapped his head to Jungkook who was standing against the door frame smirking at him. "All you have to do is tell me. I can get rid of him just like that. And then I'll give you a small price, you'll fulfill it, and we'll both be on our different ways." Taehyung ignored the voice in his head that considered it. "How can you even get rid of Hoseok? Only Satan can hurt him." Jungkook snorted. "And what makes you think that?" Taehyung looked down. "Hoseok told me." Jungkook snorted. "Any high-class demon hold the power of death, which means we can kill any immortal creature that we wish, other than Satan, of course. We're pretty similar to vampires, serving Satan, but we're higher than vampires, and closer to Satan. Our powers are stronger, but mating rituals and immortality rituals are the same." This peaked Jimn's interest. "Mating and immortality rituals?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, walking over and sitting on the foot of the bed, looking amusedly at Taehyung. "Well aren't you just curious?" Taehyung nodded gently. "I'm bored, tell me." He whined. Jungkook let out a light chuckle. "When a demon falls in love with another demon, the two power interests clash, and they have to decide who would be the more dominant in a relationship. Usually when two demons are in love, one of them would accept the submissive position, usually because of their kinks," he winked at Taehyung who blushed "and immortality rituals are something Hoseok's probably told you about. When demons fall in love with mortals, they can give make the human their immortal slave, and then of course, not treat them like a slave. They just do the ritual to give the lover immortality so they can live together." Taehyung nodded, having heard of that before. Hoseok had told him about it. "Are you married?" He asked to Jungkook, who started coughing, surprised by the question. "No, why?" Taehyung fidgeted with hands. "You just...you're old...not that I'm trying to be mean you know...just thought you would've been married or something by now." Jungkook looks at him. "How old do you think I am?" Taehyung shrugged. "You look around...25, but I can't guess exactly how old you are in human years." Jungkook rolled his eyes, but paused. "I'm around 7. I'll be reaching 7.5 this year actually." Taehyung tilted his head, confused. "7.5 years old?" Jungkook shook his head. "7.5 billion." Taehyung gaped at him. "Really?" Jungkook shrugged. "My dad tells me I'm very immature. For my age" Taehyung snorted. "And who's your dad?" Jungkook grinned. "Ever heard of Satan?" Taehyung laughed. "Your dad's Satan?" Jungkook nodded. "Is he a good dad? I mean...what's it like to have Satan as your dad? Who's your mom?" Jungkook gave a light smile. "It's like a normal parent. My dad has a lot of time for me because he does little to nothing because all he has to do is make sure Hell doesn't burn down. My mom's Persephone." Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. "As in, Hades, Persephone?" Jungkook nodded. Taehyung made an 'o' with his mouth in recognition. "If both your parents are gods, shouldn't you be a god too?" Jungkook shrugs. "I am a god, but domains are tricky, so I'm supposed to act like a really privileged demon. I'm going to take over my dad's work when I turn 10." Taehyung nodded. "Well that's some interesting stuff right there?" Jungkook moved to sit right next to Taehyung. "I guess they should write a book about me then, shouldn't they?" ~ The next morning, Taehyung woke up to see Jungkook sleeping right next to him, arms wrapped around Taehyung. Taehyung had tried to escape, but Jungkook had only held him harder and pulled him closer, muttering something like 'mine'. Taehyung tries to remember if they had done any funny business yesterday, but all they had done was sat in bed and chatted, Jungkook answering Taehyung's questions and Taehyung answering his. He tried to wake Jungkook up, but the demon absolutely refused to wake up, leaving Taehyung to panic. He had never been this close to another alpha before, and it was freaking him out. Jungkook shifted and nuzzled into Taehyung's neck, muttering a few words "Your heart's beating too fast. It sounds nice." Taehyung froze even further, remembering Jungkook's fangs and how they had buried into his neck. But Jungkook's arms wrapped around his waist, his lips pressed into Taehyung's neck felt so...so right. So good. He hadn't been given this type of attention in a while. Hoseok never cuddled with him, never anything'd with him. His inner omega beamed at the attention it received, and before he could realize, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook and snuggled into his embrace, smiling as he fell back asleep, unaware Jungkook had been awake and had planned the entire thing. When he woke up the second time, Jungkook was nowhere to be found. He got up out of bed hesitantly, putting on his kitty slippers and walking into his bathroom to get washed up for the day. After his shower, he felt refreshed, and made plans to go out for the day. Maybe he could go to a movie theater, or even adopt a cat to keep him company. Adopting a cat sounded nice. As he approached the door, inevitably, the idea of escaping crossed his mind. He could run away, move to america, or even just Busan, where he had come from in the first place. But his foot didn't go through the door. "Having any thoughts?" he turned to see Jungkook, dressed in a regular black shirt and ripped jeans, watching him. Taehyung huffed. "No. I was just thinking some things." He then cleared his mind and stepped through the door successfully. Jungkook followed him (much to his dismay) and they walked through the streets together Taehyung somehow feeling even lonelier with Jungkook around because it reminds him of how lonely he was. How bored he was, with nothing to do. His friends had all moved on with their lives, talking to Jimn occasionally. He knew they would help him if they could, Yoongi probably actually being able to help because, he had learned later, Yoongi was also a vampire. They had planned to go through with immortality ritual after getting married. Yoongi could've fought Hoseok, being older than Hoseok. But he couldn't tell them anyway. He had no job, no companion, no lover. He realized just how depressing his life was and how oppressed he was. Jungkook had been walking beside him, studying his body language. Taehyung stopped. "I no longer want to be out here." he turned around and walked back, Jungkook smirking as he saw Taehyung's retreating back. ~ He had subconsciously reminded Taehyung of his life and how Hoseok had ruined it. However, moments later when he flashed to Taehyung's apartment, he wasn't expecting to see Taehyung with a knife in his hand. He had cut his wrist, and made eye-contact with Jungkook before collapsing to the floor. Jungkook rushed forward in panic, looking at Taehyung's wrist. He made a 'tch' sound when he saw it, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on his blood, before running his tongue over the cut, healing it. If Taehyung died now Jungkook would never get to taste his soul. Taehyung stared at his healed wrist in horror, staring back at Jungkook. "Why?" he croaked, upset his plan hadn't work. "Why did you kill yourself?" Jungkook pressed, confused. He was right here, ready, offering to fix Taehyung of his problems, and here Taehyung was, treating himself like the problem. Taehyung looked down. "I can't escape. I can't leave. I can't live. And I'm not going to hurt someone else for my own selfish reasons. I'm a burden to him, it's only better that I die." Jungkook stared at Taehyung, how the boy was treating himself like a burden. How could one be so selfless? How is he so pure?! His anger clouded his vision, and he slapped Taehyung. Hard. The red hand-print was visible on his cheek as it stung him. "You ungrateful brat. No wonder you're a burden to everyone." He punched the cupboard next to Taehyung breaking the wood and shaking the entire counter. "Is that why you agreed to stay with Hoseok so quickly? Because your own parents thought you were a burden?" he got up and grabbed the chair, ripping in half, breaking the legs and then throwing them into the wall, the wood going through the wall. Taehyung had tears in his eyes, but Jungkook didn't care, nor did he notice. "That's probably also why your friends don't call you. Don't want you clinging to them too." He punched the table, the table collapsing and wood shattering as it fell to the floor. With it, Taehyung's heart. "Jungkook, stop!" Taehyung yelled, hurting. He was crying, Jungkook minutely noted, but decided he didn't care. Right now, he was angry. Angry at Taehyung and his selflessness. How irritating he made it for Jungkook. All he had to do was tell Jungkook to help him. But no, instead he decides to kill himself. Jungkook stalked over, grabbing Taehyung. "You want to die. Here." Ignoring Taehyung's rapid shakes of his head, he buried his fangs into Taehyung's neck and pinned him to the counter, Taehyung squirming under his touch but that just made him go further, twisting his hips seductively on Taehyung's, Taehyung's squirms turning him on. He moaned into his neck, accidentally pinning Taehyung too harshly and breaking his hip bones and wrists. Taehyung let out a cry of pain as he tried to push Jungkook away, but Jungkook was too strong. Taehyung stayed still as Jungkook pressed into him, pinning him onto the counter, holding his broken wrists harshly, his right and left hip bones throbbing with the pain, and Jungkook's venom now setting into him. Jungkook retracted after a few moments, watching Taehyung fall to the floor, his heart beat weak. Jungkook had still been angry, but Taehyung's pure, delicious blood had calmed him down. He pulled Taehyung up again to drink some more when he heard the faint heart beat. He used his vision to scan Taehyung's body and saw that not only had he drank too much, he had broken 4 of his bones. His mouth goes dry as he recalls what he had just done. As a demon, that sort of thing shouldn't matter, but right now it does, and now he's horrified."Tch," he scoffs, whether it was at himself or Taehyung, he doesn't know. He's a demon anyway, that kind of thing is in his blood. He's wiped out entire species, one day he'll probably even wipe out humans, he's done nothing out of character.What is out of character is when he feels unsatisfied. Like he shouldn't have done it. To Taehyung. He cradled the smaller, now unconscious mortal, picking him up and carrying him to another room where he laid him down and took his broken wrist, using his magic to heal Taehyung. He noticed in relief that Taehyung's heart's beating had improved and was more defined now. To try and make up for it, he tried to give Taehyung a happy dream while he was asleep. He used some magic to give Taehyung a dream of what would make him happiest. He himself wanted to see what would make Taehyung happy. A lot of money? Wisdom? Amazing health? Being a popular dancer? But when he saw the dream, his heart broke. It was of Taehyung sitting in a field, admiring a flower. Hoseok sitting next to him, admiring the flower with him. Then another boy with a cute face and small hands darts over, behind him another short man with a rather grumpy smile. Together they sat by the lake and had a picnic, the 4 of them, in happiness. He left the dream immediately, not wanting to see more. He thought about whatever he had told Taehyung, and realized he may have been a bit too harsh. Now Taehyung would hate him when he woke up. He tried to find happiness in the fact Taehyung would hate him. If Taehyung hated him, maybe he would carry some wrath. Even that's enough to taint a soul as pure as Taehyung's. However, when Taehyung woke up, he only fell out of bed at the sight of Jungkook, his heart beat quickening and his breathing ragged as he saw Jungkook. This twisted Jungkook's heart, and he didn't even know why. "Listen, Taehyung, I'm not going to hurt you." Taehyung shook his head rapidly, his hand moving up to touch his neck where Jungkook had bitten him. "P-please. Leave." These two words meant very little, and Jungkook should've expected it, knowing he had broken Taehyung's house, slapped Taehyung, fed uncontrollably from him, (somewhat molested him) and broke a few of his bones. But these two words hurt. He didn't understand why, but they hurt. He nodded and flashed away. Or so it looked like. In reality he just went into invisibility, wanting to make sure Taehyung was ok. He was still shaken up by what he himself did, unbelieving that he had done such a thing. Namjoon was right. His anger really was a terrible thing. Taehyung had gotten up shakily, looking around before checking his neck, walking into the bathroom to clean it, pulling out the red towel with random white spots. That should really get cleaned, too. ~ Taehyung had woken up the next morning, his muscles aching, but he was otherwise fine. He walked into the living room where he saw the broken walls, broken cupboard, broken chair torn apart and buried in the broken wall, some having flown through the broken wall, and the broken dinner table lying there miserably. A groan escaped him when he remembered the events of the day before, and he sank to his knees, grabbing one of the legs of the broken dinner table. "This is going to cost a lot to replace, Hoseok's going to kill me." "You're still so selfless, after almost dying twice because of it." Taehyung flinches when Jungkook appears, kneeling down. He leans away, but Jungkook only leans in further. "Listen, I don't know what came over me yesterday. I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me help, ok? I made this mess, it would unfair to have only you fix it." Taehyung's lips were trembling, but he nodded. He knew he couldn't do this by himself, not with the amount of money Hoseok sends him. Jungkook fixes it all with a flick of his hands, scaring Taehyung when the wooden leg in his hands flew into the now-repaired dinner table. The walls seemed to build back up, the legs flying out and building back into chairs. Jungkook turned back to him, his eyes soft, but Taehyung still scooted backwards. He grabbed Taehyung's hands, but when Taehyung tried to pull them back he only tightened his grip, not enough to hurt Taehyung, just enough to hold him in place. "I know, what I did yesterday, was out of control." ~ "I know, what I did yesterday, was out of control." Jungkook cringed when he remembered. He didn't understand the outburst, why he reacted like that. Usually he liked a challenge, but with Taehyung...it was irritating. The lovesick fool who didn't fully understand how much his boyfriend hated him. Even Jungkook himself could treat him better, and he was a demon without feelings. Scratch that. Since when did he think that. He was, in fact, worse than Hoseok when it came to relationships. When Taehyung had asked, he somehow felt...guilty, thinking back to all the slaves he had. Every single one of them were people he had loved at some point, but they refused to be slaves for him. He had constantly told them that they wouldn't actually be slaves, that's just a useless term, for some of them he didn't use the word 'slaves', but they somehow got it anyway. They had only wanted him when he could do them favors, getting rid of their problems because he loved them. But they didn't return it. It was only a matter of time until, after he spoiled them with whatever they could want, their soul turned dark and ready. Most of their souls were already dark. The few that weren't, they were even worse with dark souls. When a pure soul turns dark, the soul is delicious because they become even darker than someone who was born or grew up with dark thoughts. But they were even worse to fall in love with. They became sneakier, taking all they could for him, and then running away when he proposed the idea of getting 'married'. He felt heartbroken every, single, time, as if this were all that he was meant to fall in love with.
He had a very bad temperament. He had anger issues,that much was a given. But was he really that hard to love? All these rejections.
Maybe someone should've told them that Jungkook didn't like rejection.
He received the answer every time he fell in love. And his response, would be the same. He'd track them down, (you can't run from a demon), and he'd make them his slaves, to serve him in his eternal labor. That's really what the immortality rituals were meant for, it just isn't used for that when it was used for love. Only once time, in his almost eight thousand years, had he fallen in love with someone that actually loved him back. But it was her, who hurt him the most. She was a princess, caged in by her fiance. She hated him, and had wanted him gone, but when Jungkook came to taint her, she said she wished for no violence towards the other, and instead just his company as she was locked in her room. Jungkook was hesitant, but he agreed when he took a sniff of her soul, smelling the purity in it. She wasn't completely pure, but she was a virgin and had no ill intentions. She was primarily pure. But after spending about a month with her in her chambers, seeing how she lived, he felt bad. And maybe, he felt something else too. She had a beautiful laugh, talking with him about anything and everything she could, otherwise asking him about himself. He would answer, giving her something to talk about. By the next month, she had confessed to him. She told him she loved him, and that she wished to be with him. She asked if he would stay with her always. He told her he couldn't stay with her always, but she could leave with him. But he wanted to test whether she truly loved him. So he told her, that if she left with him, her husband would have to die. It was a simple choice, her husband, or him. And that was when he learned the painful truth: she still loved her husband more than him. With the revelation he learned that whole thing had been a plot. To summon a demon. Her husband didn't want to cage her, she only wanted to summon her demon and her husband was willing to help her. And she was willing to leave him for Jungkook , but she still wanted him safe. In a bout of rage, he went off an killed her husband in front of her eyes, for her to see his dead body. And he let her stay caged in her room for a day, knowing exactly what it would do. She felt rage, anger, towards him for killing her lover. Wrath overcame her in that one day, and he used it. He devoured her wrath, her soul and then removed any purity she may have had in her body, leaving the limp body in the room. Without the king and queen of the kingdom, the whole kingdom had fallen. Within a week. And that's why he felt so angry with Taehyung's decision. He had realized, with horror, that Taehyung was more like the princess than he had thought. And even worse, instead of it being the other way around, Jungkook had fallen in love with Taehyung, someone who still loved their abusive boyfriend. And that's why he had been so angry. He didn't like the feeling of Taehyung choosing Hoseok over him, when Taehyung wasn't even aware there was a choice. He wasn't aware that Jungkook was even a choice, and Jungkook had just gotten angry. He had gotten mad at Taehyung for something he hadn't even known he had done. And Taehyung paid the price. "Are you ok? You're crying!" He felt Taehyung's small, soft fingers brush away the tears on his cheeks. Taehyung seemed to be hesitant, but he still continued. "It's ok, I'm not mad. You must be irritated that I refuse to hurt Hoseok." Irritation was an understatement. With a thought, Jungkook had realized that Taehyung was one of the purest souls he would ever find. And that he needed to keep the purity, or Taehyung would be destroyed. He could tell from there, that a dark soul would break Taehyung completely. Either turn him insane or drive him to suicide. Seeing as the simple thought of killing Hoseok was enough to make him kill himself.He looked at Taehyung, who was staring at him concerned, one of his soft hands cupping his cheeks. He gently took his hands, running his thumbs over the soft skin. "I'm sorry. I got angry yesterday, as to why, you would rather kill yourself, and view yourself as a burden, instead of just say one word, and you could be rid of Hoseok. He doesn't even have to die really, I could send him to a supernatural prison, where he could live out eternity." Taehyung shook his head."I don't know how exactly to explain it, but I still care about him. He's still a person, and he shouldn't have to face punishment just because I got angry. That sort of power is...it's evil, isn't it? Being able to make someone go through torture because of your own anger?" And that, he realized, was probably the best thing about Taehyung. He was an incorruptible soul, a soul that is better preserved. Suddenly he didn't want to devour Taehyung's soul, or anything that wasn't make Taehyung laugh. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, looking Taehyung straight in the eyes. ~ "Do you forgive me?" Jungkook asked, looking Taehyung straight into the eyes. His eyes, Taehyung noted, were pure black, and kind of scared him. But other than that, he could see the sincerity in them. Or at least, he thought he could. Jungkook gave off an intimidating demon aura, one that showed how much power he had, but suddenly it was gone, and Taehyung eased a bit more."Yes." He said, and it was the truth. Taehyung wasn't the type to hold a grudge. Jungkook was still for a second, and Taehyung reached over and hugged him. Maybe it was to show him he really forgave him, or maybe it was because Taehyung really needed a hug. An omega wasn't the type of person you ignored, because they required affection, and it was something Taehyung adored. The reason he didn't go see his friends Jimin and Yoongi anymore were because it was painful to see affection Yoongi gave Jimin. He would constantly show affection, and Jimin was a happy omega, that was for sure. It was painful to watch. But don't get him wrong, he was more than happy for his best friend. He had finally found someone good for him, and that was all that matters. He knew it was a bit selfish not to see them for that reason, but they were busy too. They never called him, and he figured they were wrapped up in their own lives to remember Taehyung. And suddenly Taehyung found himself missing high school. Back when he met Hoseok, even before then. When it was just him, Jimin, and Yoongi. Three friends against the world. "Why are you crying?" he saw Jungkook staring at him, and he realized that now he was crying, too. He wiped his tears. "I guess...maybe if I could go back in time and stop myself from ever meeting Hoseok, I would. But I don't want anything happening to him now." He then set a look of determination. "I think I should at least try to contact my friends, don't you think? It's rather selfish of me not too." Jungkook shrugged, and Taehyung marched to phone in a determined fashion, ignoring Jungkook's snickers behind him. He picked up the phone (he didn't have a personal phone [anymore], that was landline) he had Jimin's number memorized by now. "Hello?" He heard Jimin's voice on the other end. "Jimin?" He asked, his voice cracking from nostalgia. "Taehyung?!" He heard Jimin's screech, and a broken laugh escaped him. "Yeah, it's me." He could hear hyperventilating. "Yoongi get your ass down here Taehyung's on the phone!" He heard yelling and a thudding, and suddenly he could hear Yoongi too. "Taehyung?" He giggled. "Yeah, yeah. It's me." "What happened to your phone?!" Taehyung frowned, the memory escaping him. "I don't...remember." he could see Jungkook's raised eyebrow. He shrugged. "I probably lost it somewhere." There was more screeching. "Is that why you never picked up the phone?! And you never bothered to call us from your new phone? Is this your new phone? Yoongi write down the number." He heard Yoongi's laugh as he scribbled the number down. "Why didn't you ever call us, Taehyung?" He could hear Jimin, his voice hurt. Taehyung bit his lip. "I...I thought you guys were busy. You never called either." There was clear hyperventilating. "Well that's because we didn't have your new phone number!" Taehyung suddenly realized how stupid he was, and why this never occurred to him. It was as if the thought escaped him. He couldn't remember his old phone and what happened to it, and he couldn't remember ever thinking to call Jimin and Yoongi himself. "I'm sorry." He whispered, suddenly feeling himself crying. "Taehyung are you crying? Oh no no no no no no no no-" Yoongi cut off Jimin. "Listen Taehyung, just don't forget about us this time, ok? We're not mad. How'd Hoseok?" That just made Taehyung want to cry further. "He's great. Currently off in France on a business trip." he wiped his tears. He had no reason to cry. This was a happy moment. "I'll call you guys again, ok?" He heard agreement on the other end, and he put down the phone, before sinking to the floor. He felt Jungkook plop down beside him. "I could've called them back a long time ago?" "How long is that?" Taehyung thought back to how long he had been with Hoseok after university. "A year and a half." Jungkook raises his eyebrow, but continued eating his apple. "Well, sucks to be you." Taehyung ducked his head into his knees. "I just don't understand...why I couldn't remember it." Jungkook scoffed. "Does it not occur to you that you were compelled and then compelled once more to forget you compelled?" "Oh." Jungkook rolled his eyes as he continued eating. Taehyung felt his smile reform. "I can't believe I've been so stupid." Jungkook only shrugged. "Well...good for you I guess." He glared at Jungkook, who only gave him a cheeky smile. ~ Jungkook had stuck with him, giving him company, and Taehyung had to say he was grateful. Being given this attention, this 'affection' made him feel so happy, so grateful. He never expressed his gratitude, because he figured Jungkook would rolled his eyes and go on about how this was Hoseok's fault. He noticed Jungkook was around him a lot, and when he asked, Jungkook would say he was just fulfilling his summon one way or another, for the price. The price being either cuddles or a little bit of blood. Taehyung was happy to give him either, because even though the blood part really hurt and he squirmed a lot, Jungkook would soothingly rub his hand, and places tickling kisses all over his neck before and afterwards. He had met two of Jungkook's friends, too. It was a demon Namjoon and his cat hybrid Seokjin. Namjoon was apparently 4 thousand years old, and Seokjin 1 thousand, after going through the immortality rituals. Their relationship was amazing, Namjoon taking care of Seokjin, giving him kisses, and Seokjin proudly taking them all, and being kind to Taehyung. Seokjin had showed him how to put blood in dishes for Hoseok, but while Taehyung was learning, all he was thinking was how he could use this to surprise Jungkook. Namjoon had raised an eyebrow at him at first. "You've known Jungkook for about a month now, and you still haven't-" Jungkook had clapped his hand over his mouth and just grinned at Taehyung, gesturing for him to follow Seokjin. Taehyung hadn't known what he was talking about. But he learned that both of them were actually really friendly, and it amazed him how much respect the two held for each other. Unlike Jimin and Yoongi, who basically worshipped each other, there was a calm adoration between Seokjin and Namjoon, and the two were in sync. Seokjin would do whatever Namjoon said, while Namjoon would basically give him kisses for just breathing. But when Taehyung thought to how it'd be with Hoseok, he knew it'd be nothing like this, that was for sure. Hoseok would just slave him around, if that wasn't already what he was doing now. He had surprised Jungkook that night with a dish of his blood, and Jungkook had only thanked him and told him he didn't have to. They had cuddled a lot that night, Jungkook telling him all about his houses across the world and in hell. The day came, when Taehyung was sitting at a cafe with Jimin and Yoongi, and they had to leave, walking out. Taehyung had relaxed back into his chair, a smile on his face from the memory of high school, all the pranks they would pull together. Or just he and Jimin anyway. Yoongi would just watch and judge them on everything they did. Jungkook had walked into the cafe, taking a seat across from Taehyung. "What's got you thinking so hard?" And it was then, that the light bulb above Taehyung's head suddenly started flashing disco colors. He had fallen in love with Jungkook. ~ Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as he saw some kind of a change in Taehyung. They had been close for about 3 weeks now, almost four, and it was like a subtle change, for some reason, Taehyung looked at him differently. Some sort of adoration, feeling. When they cuddled, he'd cling more, not that Jungkook minded. When they'd be watching a movie, usually horror on account of Jungkook's choice, usually he'd hug Jungkook when he got scared. He still did so, but he'd be red in the face every time. And he hoped to god it was because of what he thought it was. If it wasn't then it was the end for him, but he hoped to god it was. One day, he and Taehyung were on the bed when the door the apartment opened, and Taehyung panicked, looking at the two of them. He quickly disappeared, but actually went invisible. He wasn't about to leave Taehyung alone with Hoseok, and he didn't want Taehyung knowing he was there. It panicked Taehyung. Hoseok had walked in to see Taehyung sitting on his bed. "Why don't you ever go out and get a job? You're just sitting and being lazy in bed all day." Taehyung scurried out of bed to take Hoseok's coat off for him. "You told me not to get a job." It was true. Hoseok had compelled Taehyung not to get a job. Hoseok scoffed. "And you just listened? No kind of argument back?" Taehyung said nothing as he took Hoseok's coat off. "You had compelled me." Hoseok ignored him. Taehyung bit his lip, looking back to the bed. Jungkook watched intently as he walked after Hoseok. "Hobi?" He asked. Hoseok turned around and glared at him. "Yeah?" Taehyung looked him into the eyes, a sense of determination in his eyes. "Why do you still want me here if you don't care about me?" Hoseok seemed taken aback by the question. He leered at Taehyung. "Listen twerp, you have had one wish, and that was no sex before marriage. I've been following your wish, but I still want that wish. I'm going to be your first. Whether you like it or not." Jungkook felt disgusted at his words, but Taehyung looked at the coat. "If I...have sex with you, would you let me go?" Jungkook's jaw dropped as he saw Taehyung looking determinedly at the jacket. Hoseok whipped around. "You're willing to have sex? Just for your freedom?" Taehyung sighed. "We're going to have sex anyway. I'm willing to do it now if it means I can go. You don't love me anyway, and I'm an omega in dire need of affection. I'm probably just a burden to you." Jungkook grit his teeth, but listened along. Hoseok pondered it. "Yes." He stomped over to Taehyung, grabbing him by the chin and forcing his lips on to Taehyung pulling him for a deep kiss. He retracted, looking at Taehyung with lust in his eyes. "What made you think of this? Fallen in love with someone else haven't you?" Taehyung looked down, not answering, and that gave both Jungkook and Hoseok the answer he needed. "It's that Jungkook guy, isn't it?" Taehyung looked up at him with wide eyes, but said nothing to say 'no'. And that gave Jungkook the answer he needed. Taehyung was prepared to have his first time with Hoseok. Just to stay with Jungkook. Himself. Never had anyone done such a selfless thing for him, and when Hoseok ripped Taehyung's shirt off of him, he knew what he had to do. Taehyung yelped, taking a step back but Hoseok grabbed him and led him to the bedroom. Hoseok locked the door behind them, although there was no one else in there. Jungkook entered the room, making himself visible. Taehyung's eyes widened when he saw him, but Jungkook didn't care. He growled, heading for Hoseok. Hoseok turned to see Jungkook walking towards him, and he snarled, running towards Jungkook. Taehyung covered his mouth as he saw the intense fight go on between the two of them. The whole house seemed to be shaking, and as the fight moved, they broke the walls and the bed in the room, fire starting to emerge and burning the floor and roof. But at the end, Jungkook was above Hoseok, holding him in a headlock. "Jungkook, please! No!" Jungkook looked at him, jaw dropped. "You've got be kidding me." He growled, his aura at full power, Taehyung cowering because of the intensity. "I don't want him dead!" Jungkook snarled, his eyes narrowing as he sneered at Taehyung "I don't care what you want." And Taehyung's breath broke. He sank to his knees. That's exactly what Hoseok had said to him before he had fed from him without his consent the first time. Jungkook hadn't noticed, and growled at Hoseok. "You messed with the wrong fucking demon." And with that, he sank his fingers into Hoseok's shoulders, reaching for his soul, and then sending it to the deepest pits of Hell, allowing Hoseok's mortal, soulless body to crumble away.He breathed heavily, the adrenaline of the kill energizing him, he looked around, trying to find Taehyung. He saw Taehyung on the floor, staring at his wrist, where there seemed to be two very faint bite marks. He ran over to Taehyung, kneeling to make eye contact with him. Taehyung's own breathing was ragged as he stared at his own wrist. "Taehyung?" He asked, concerned. Taehyung looked back up at him. "I don't care what you want." Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what Taehyung was saying. He vaguely remembered saying that to Taehyung a few minutes before "Listen Tae-" "I don't care what you want. That's what Hoseok had said to me." Jungkook's eyes widened, looking at Taehyung. Taehyung was comparing him to Hoseok. He had done what Hoseok had. He sat on the floor, staring at Taehyung's hand. "I did what Hoseok did." There was silence, and Jungkook felt the world crashing down."Did you-""I don't-"They both began to speak at the same time. He looked at Taehyung surprised, who took a breath and started. "I don't care what you want. That's what he had said to me before he fed from me painfully, without my consent. But you...you did it to save me. If you hadn't killed him, then I would still be under his spell, and he probably would've continued. You saved me." Jungkook's jaw dropped. "You're...you're not mad at me?" Taehyung shook his head, reaching over and hugging him. "It's not the way I would've wanted it, but it's....it's..." The matter was clearly troubling him."He's not dead." Jungkook blurts, which is actually somewhat true. Taehyung eyes him with disbelief, staring at the pile of dust that was Hoseok. Jungkook continues, "Really. I may be Satan's son, but I'm not Satan. Yet. Hoseok's still alive, but not on Earth." Taehyung lets out a huff, but he's smiling."Okay.""You're okay?""I'm okay. I think.""Thanking you." Jungkook wrapped his hands around Taehyung, hugging him tight, until they both realized Taehyung was half-naked and Taehyung shot away from him, Jungkook laughing lightly. After putting on his shirt, Taehyung looked at his hands, fidgeting once more. "I suppose you want your payment?" Jungkook pretended to be in thought, before pulling on Taehyung's hands, landing him on his lap. He nuzzled his nose into Taehyung's neck. "Your love is all I need."