Third pov

"You'll have to vampy, I'm not yours to keep. Unless you have something groundbreaking in that thick skull of yours, I never will be." Taeyong tauntingly laughed. He looked at Jaehyun with a lopsided grin and smoothed his own bangs.

"Oh, then if you're not mine, you wouldn't mind if I kissed another guy, right? You aren't mine, so what does it matter?" Jaehyun asked with a shrug, looking around at the group of boys surrounding them in the bed.

"I'm not yours, but you are mine, Jung Jaehyun. I won't let you whore off to other guys just because I'm empty. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice?" Taeyong smirks as he gazes around the room. He leans close to Jaehyun's ear.

"Blood will be spilled." Taeyong spat. Jaehyun shifted anxiously under Taeyong's possessive gaze. Jaehyun slowly brought his hand to the back of Taeyong's neck, so he could bring Taeyong to face him.

"No blood will be spilled on my watch, Icy." Jaehyun says and crashes their lips together. He pulls Taeyong onto his lap and deepens the kiss as time progresses.

Oh the inside, Taeyong was ecstatic. Confused, but excited. Sad, but joyous. His mind was beautifully chaotic in this moment. He couldn't comprehend how such a beautiful male was moving his lips in sync with his own.

His heartbeat steadily increased as he slowly wrapped his arms around Jaehyun's shoulders. He could feel the command losing control and the icy front melting.

He smiled into the kiss, his wings slowly reappearing. Their black color slowly faded into a blush pink hue. His tensed with anger body melted. Well, until an angry Yuta pulled him away from Jaehyun.

"Your friend almost died, and you're making out with a vampire?! Taeyong, what in hell is going on with you?" Yuta barked, his eyes full of unshed tears. He turned Taeyong to face him and harshly slapped his right cheek.

Taeyong raised his hand to his cheek, stunned that the man who had saved him countless times would strike him.

For a moment, Taeyong stood still. His hands still cupping his right cheek as his wings fell back into their old charcoal shade. His eyes glowed a bright red as a light shined at Yuta, who then flew backwards.

"Never raise your hand at me!—"

"Stop being an insensitive prick! Mark is like your little brother, yet you're here eating his face off?! Taeyong, I'm honestly disgusted by your actions." Yuta interjected. He breathed heavily as he stood upright again,

"I'm not being insensitive, the kid just needs to grow up—" Taeyong was once again slapped, but this time by Jungwoo.

"I may not know you very well, but no one talks about Mark like that! He tried to kill himself just now, and you're saying he should 'grow up'?" Jungwoo exclaimed. His face shone red with anger.

"Guys! He isn't in control of himself by any means! This isn't Taeyong, stop hurting him!" Sicheng cried. He softly cupped Taeyong's cheeks as he looked over the prints that would surely bruise. Taeyong removed Sicheng's hands away from him as he backed away.

"I can handle myself, mortal. You two are lucky, he's holding on far too strongly." Taeyong said before he dropped the the floor.

"I've got him." Jaehyun sighed as he lifted Taeyong up. He gently laid Taeyong onto his bed beside Mark before turning towards the other three awake boys.

"Go home and get some rest, guys. I'll call you when any changes happen. Yuta, can you do some more research over this please?" Jaehyun begged with heavy eyelids. The three nodded and left with yawns.

"What am I gonna do with you two?" Jaehyun asked, though he knew he'd receive no answer.

Shorter chapter guys, but I just wanted to get something out quickly to you. Buckle up though, this will be a long ass ride.