Read the Table Of Contents (Chapter-1) for the description

•••••••

"H-hello 119?  I— My.. my boyf.. my ex-.. he- he just fell unconscious!! Please hurry up! Ohmygod P-please!!"

****
Previous night.

Gulping down another shot of the repulsive coffee black, it's the fifth consecutive hour Taehyung finds himself in front of the fulgent screen, scrolling and clicking and scrolling and clicking.

Seokjin was mad enough to not talk to him for the two days, yet now seeing his brother leech on the computer screen like a maniac he thinks his head might just pop off.

"I've had enough of this!" he walks to the boy and unplugs the computer from the main socket, a mundanely foreseen whine to disrupt the long hours of dispiriting silence of the apartment.

"Hyung, what is wrong with you!" Taehyung stomps up, uncaring of falling little diary he was making notes on, to snatch the plug— only for it to be tossed away in peerless aggression.

Finally sparing a glance to his brother, Taehyung watches how his brother's eye was twitching in indignation, ears flame red, almost as if he may spit out fire. Seokjin's wrath was no joke.

"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you Kim Taehyung?!" Oh boy not the curse with the government name. This was trouble galore.

"Wha-what did I do?"

"Oh you wanna play innocent?" he sweetens his voice by raising the pitch of it, eyes still holding asperity like they could shoot electric beacons to slice his neck off. "Then let's play innocent!!" yanking down the wire, he grabs Taehyung's swivel chair and thrones on it as if he might just sanction a death sentence.

"Hmm where should we begin this saga? Oh yeah, let's start with the golden beginning where you got yourself an asshole of a boyfriend."

"Jungkook is anything but an asshole and you know it! You told me yourself that you liked him!"

"That was before he made you fall in love only to gash on your heart the day you confess! To me now he's nothing short of grade-A asshole"

Taehyung, with a huff, starts to descend his back against the wall until he is seated afflictively with his legs folded to the chest. He looks up thinly through his narrowed eyes and fluttery lashes, chin resting on knees.
"No he isn't." he says firm, unequivocally vocal.

"And I am Brad Pitt. Denial won't get us anywhere, Taehyung." Jin let's out mixed with a tired sigh.

"You don't get it, okay. There is a deeper secret behind the break up! I just know it! My tiddie intuitions are never wrong!"

"Y'know, I was angry when you weren't ready to accept that the douche broke up with you 'cause probably freaking away from the commitment you wanted from him; but now.. Now I'm just worried for you." He picks up the notes diary which had fallen with a tattered dignity. "And this.. what the hell is this shit you're on about now, huh?"

Taehyung is quick to frog-hop to his brother and jerk away his diary "This is my medical thesis on why Jungkook dumped me."

Taehyung's eyes blow wide when he notices Seokjin reaching for his sandal. He frantically goes to grab for his wrist, eyes glossy in plea.
"He's dying, hyung."

Seokjin practically congeals into a statue. "W-what?" speaking through his pallor, the sandal slips away from his hand to the mat beside his chair. "He told you that?"

"No, he didn't. But I know. He was breaking up with me but his face had so much pain as if he's the one getting the dumping. And.. and besides, this is what happens."

Jin who looked so confused as if he was reincarcerated as a Lilliputian in Gulliver's Travels. "Happens when?"

"Haven't you watched A Walk To Remember? They're the happiest couple, but then the pale ass actress breaks up with the hunky handsome actor. Then he comes to know she's terminally ill and makes it his life's mission to give her a happy ending, even get married for a few days."

"Oh my-"

"Spoiler alert, I guess?" He shrugs now distracted with running highlighter over the pointers, seated with sprawled legs on the floor.

"Oh my fucking god!?" Jin finally tosses his sandal towards his brother, successfully knocking over Taehyung's head before bouncing to his side, earning a yelp.

"That is a shitty plot even for a movie! And you think it's happening in your life. Can't you cry out or get drunk or I don't know, eat a pint of ice cream like normal people do after getting dumped! Why are you like this?"

"First off, ow that hurt!?" he tosses the sandal back. "Secondly, I wouldn't just assume something like that, hyung. Jungkook is always always sick, this or that, something is always up. We had to cancel plans and stay in numerous times because of which. Not that I mind, the staying in stuff was pretty riveting-"

Seokjin clears his throat to stop him from running the horny-marathon while they're discussing his break up (or ever) to which Taehyung just rolls his eyes and continues. "Anyway, I will not ignore the signs like that stupid Landon. I will research and then save my Jamie from dying, or at least make his last days worth... dying?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose and chanting all the reasons why homicide isn't legal, Jin only gives away a defeated sigh. "This denial is toxic, Tae. It'll come back to bite you in the ass."

"Hyung please.." suddenly the unyielding timbre wavers, and is enough to show how it is only a scratch surface coating where lies beneath the actual ambiguity and sadness.

"I know my way around with men, and I've had that 'just-fucks' dynamic with many before it started with Jungkook, but those aren't supposed to last more than a year! Trust me, I know when someone only wants me to bed. Let me have this. Even if I'm delusional, let it come slap me in the face with reality. But I wanna learn not to read between the lines too much on my own. Please."

The retort to it is simple, warm, when Jin only defeatedly moves down to sit beside him on the floor and imbibes his brother in an embrace he seemed to be yearning desperately for.
"I trust you with your tiddie-instincts, but just this once. Got it?"

"Got it good. Once is all I will need." Taehyung nestles closer in the cradle of warmth before, Jin is pulling away to give a faux hard stare down to him.

"I'll be right here ready with tissues, booze and ice-cream."

****** Next day ******

Taehyung is oozing confidence. Partially because he always does and partially because it's Jungkook of all people. Any other chance, he wouldn't spare an over shoulder glance to someone who dumps him on the day he confesses, lest would he even fall if it were someone else.

All Taehyung knew a year and a half ago was how to fuck, and he knew a whole slew variations to it. There's been fucks that he remembers, yet countless that he's forgot.

Lo and behold, Jeon Jungkook comes along, gentle like a breeze of beach air after the rain, the one that you feel more than you see. And teaches Taehyung, despite his sexually-affluent past, a newfound meaning of touch.

Unhealthily drawn to rough night-stands that brandish in his walk the morning after, Jungkook teaches him how to treasure forehead pecks and entwining pinky fingers while strolling in a park.

The don't-talk-to-me-after-sex boy learns to mollify in baking cakes together, laughing at the failed attempts thereafter. The one to always conceal hickies in the visible regions finds Jungkook proudly flaunting the ugly stick-figure doodles he makes on the boy's cheek.

"It's okay Tae, what's the worse that could happen? He'd refuse your help? Or ask you to leave." he mumbles clutching his diary tighter over the chest while giving a numb knock on the white-wood door. "Even if you make a complete fool out of yourself, Jungkook wouldn't make you feel that way. Ever."

Because Jungkook, quite conspicuously, is much more mature, much gathered than Taehyung is.

Sometimes after a long day in his toiling-student life, Taehyung would snap in his fucked up etiquette of relenting stress; brawl, yell, throw fits, even more so because he gets no reaction out of it.
Because Jungkook would calmly let him.

He would listen, sometimes expressionlessly, sometimes with a bitter furrow, but never would react until he knows Taehyung is all settled in his rage-episode; until Taehyung himself sees how dramatic he was being and sits down and listens to Jungkook's words of wisdom.

"There's always a tomorrow for us to talk it out, just lay it all on me tonight." he would say diligently.

And if that doesn't scream commitment, then nothing does. Jungkook had love dripping from his eyes and raining on him. Even if Taehyung was the one to word it out first, it was Jungkook who had wrapped him in a blanket sewn with golden threads of love, warm enough to keep him from cold even after he himself left the bed.

Taehyung's heart clobbers in his ribcage like it could burst out any moment when he hears slow but approaching footsteps on the other side of the door. Nonetheless, bracing the diary tighter, he straightens his posture and puts on his I'm-confident-totally-not-shitting-my-pants face. "Don't cry. Act tough. Save your Jamie." he chants away.

The door cracks open just a sliver and there's Jungkook, gaping at him with wide eyes and ears flagging straight. His hair were bedraggled badly with red puffy eyes as if he'd been in a cat-fight before opening the door "T-taehyung?" a good four cracks in voice within a two syllable word.

It's hurtful to see the composed and put together man all disarrayed like this; but a selfish part of him breathes out that at least he didn't look like he was all too jubilant after their parting.

"Can I come in?" voice all business, he asks politely bur confident, and then proceeds to walk inside brushing past Jungkook with a knock on his shoulder.

Taking in the long missed scent that Jungkook's apartment always carries, he gently brushes his fingers on the couch backrest as he passes it by, then does the same to the lamp while eyeing the notepad that contained his own hand writing from the day prior to their break up 'I'll be back by 8, loser. Cook me some romantic chicken.'

"For someone who doesn't love me, you sure treasure my memories too much." He only spares a glance back when his peripheral vision catches Jungkook locking the door and standing with fidgety hands in the corner by the couch. "Don't ya think?"

There's no retort, as he'd expected it to be. He is the petty one out of the two. He elegantly sits down on the couch, almost with a challenging edge and slowly lets out "I know why you broke up with me."

As messed up as it sounds, the satisfaction he gets in Jungkook's appalled eyes and paling face is unmatched. He watches as the man tumbles over nothing having to take the support of the couch to stabilize himself to utter a mere
"You do? W-what- how- who.. w-what?"

And that does it for him. Taehyung's confidence in his little notes dairy surges through the building. "Take a seat, don't be shy." he gestures the owner of the apartment.

Jungkook hesitantly does and Taehyung finds himself thankfully sighing because who know if his disorder might actually make Jungkook black-out or something. "You're Jamie Sullivan-ing, aren't you."

"I'm sorry?"

Taehyung looks at him incredulous. What's with everyone missing out on the classics? "You're dying. D-y-i-n-g. Dead, finito, corpse, funeral, R.I.P!"

"Where'd you gather that from?" Jungkook speaks in a timid murmur, featuring a question-mark face and Taehyung wonders if he is already too late.

"Well, I told you I love you and you broke up with me-" he lifts his head in time to watch the other gulp with his eyes shut.
"B-but I know you love me too. You're not the kind to remain in denial about these things, rather a hopeless romantic.."

Now how is someone gonna tell him he is wrong when here he is witnessing Jungkook practically shatter and assemble right in front of him, merely by a sentence of reminiscing what they had.

Jungkook looks like he could either throw up or maybe throw him out. Not willing to witness either, he prefers to penchant his theories and places the diary gently in the middle of the couch where they both sit in the opposite corners.
"And since you yourself don't consider me important enough to tell me straight up, I jotted down all the symptoms I had observed about you and with my medical knowledge-"

"You're an art major." Jungkook utters in confusion.

"-along with some help from Medline plus.com-" he rolls his eyes at the rude interruption and turns the booklet for Jungkook to glance into "-have concluded a few disorders you could be suffering from. Now I did try to find a syndrome that contains these all and Gardener's Syndrome came the closest but I don't remember seeing nodules on your body-"

"Just name your disorders, please. Now I'm intrigued." Taehyung could be fetching but there's apparently an amused glint in Jungkook's tired drubbed eyes.

"Oral allergy syndrome for the massive out bursting allergies, hyperacusis because of the ear issues that keep you away from the clubs, NSCLC- but god I hope not, episodic tth I'm pretty sure of this..kinda and lastly aplastic anemia for the severe blood deficiency." he takes a long inhale after rapping this all in one breath.

By the time he looks back, Jungkook is sitting back with arms crossed over his chest, biting at his lip that he knows well by now this look is to hold back a sneer. "So you think I have all these?" he pretend-coughs as soon as a smile slips out.

"I'm no expert, but pretty much.. yeah."

And Jungkook loses it. Laughing softly, he lunges towards Taehyung, disheveling the pages whilst that, and pulls the boy with a hand on the base of his nape. To no surprise, their lips abut within a second. Taehyung basks in an unexpected wistfulness at the familiar softness, feels the nostalgia of eyes closing themselves on their own.

Always been tactile in his brand of affection, Taehyung would kiss Jungkook anywhere and everywhere just about a million times a day. Now to be deficit of it for a week was like having withdrawal symptoms Taehyung only now realized.

A few seconds later, not remotely enough for either, they pull back with knocking foreheads while they inhale each other like petrichor. "Gosh. How can someone not fall in love with you?" Jungkook whispers breathlessly, lips brushing with every syllable.

"I know, right?" he whispers back. "And Jin wanted me to believe that were scared of committing to me."

"He's not wrong." Jungkook draws back. Escaping from reality is refreshing, and addicting, and magnetizing, yet temporary. "I cannot commit you the relationship you deserve. Our life styles won't coordinate, Taehyung.. neither our life spans."

Taehyung' eyes gloss over, little cosmos that forever dance there go stagnant. "It's the Gardener's Syndrome, isn't it?" he draws back, lips wobbling uncontrollably. "Are nodules on your ass? Is that why you were always insistent on doing it missionary?"

Riveting dumbfoundedly Jungkook rubs his palms over his face before getting up and walking into his room. The lump in Taehyung's throat grows as he wonders if this was Jungkook's way of broaching his exit.

All debates and rebates however come to a halt when Jungkook is walking back into the living area with his iPad in hand. He silently hands it to Taehyung before taking a seat. "Let's re-research about my disease, this time together."

Although confounded like a kitten, Taehyung opens up the search engine nonetheless quickly typing in. "No, no." Jungkook points "Not the Medline or whatever, just google it."

"One time Jin got this rash when he peed himself from laughing too much, but somehow Google made us believe that he has brain cancer." He catches the upheaval riddled on the other's face and explains "What I mean is that google isn't accurate."

"It will be for mine." all Jungkook can do is sigh, clearly a superabundance of nerves. Taehyung pledges in his mind that no matter what disease, he wouldn't let the other feel like he made a blunder by letting him in. "At least more than your Mayo Clinic website."

"Okay." he begins to type. "Hyperacusis-"

"No. Don't write the symptoms, write down your observations." Jungkook bites his nails when Taehyung nods and begins to do the instructed.

"So umm I'll start with 'overly sensitive hearing'. Do I just type them all out at once?" He waits for Jungkook to nod.
"The 'severe allergy to garlic', oh my god you almost died that day." the other fidgets more in his seat.
"You deny it, but there's definitely a little 'photophobia', normally we do not react to sun that badly." He looks cynic when Jungkook gulps at this.

"Oh! there's 'insomnia' for sure! You sleep after me and by the time I wake up, you're already all up and about." Jungkook looks just about ready to pass out, sweating bullets with an unhinged twitch
"And of course the most important one that scares the shit out of me is the anemia."

"W-what.. what makes you think I have anemia, write that down." Taehyung wants to ask if he's feeling unwell, but he himself seems so close to the answers that maybe his unwellness could find a larger scale solution.

"Well even if we move past obvious pale skin, you literally have blood unit bags in your freezer for emergency transfusion as you told me. That worries me sick,"

If Taehyung has always fretted over his pallor, Jungkook now had turned flour-white. With a last shaky long breath, he manages to timidly let out "It's time to press enter and see the result for yourself."

Taehyung does so and waits for a second before breaking into a fit of chortles. "Yours is worse than brain cancer." he bursts into giggles cupping his face with his sweater paw before looking up, still snickering. "It says that you're a—"

He stops abruptly, one look at Jungkook's hysterically distraught face and he could essentially feel the room start to spin.
"A...?" Jungkook whispers with a shaky articulate.

"Va—vam.."

At the uncouth fear that flashes in Taehyung's eyes, Jungkook's heart could have broken into piercing chunks of a shattered glass, each propelled a mile apart.. if only he had one.

He can only graze his nervous eyesight on the other who frantically gets up and jogs his way inside his kitchen. Jungkook hypnotically follows for the worse.

He finds Taehyung pulling open the door to the freezer and toss out arms full of blood bags before kicking it shut in an incomparable frenzy.

Taehyung is worshiping to whoever demigod watches over them today that whatever that stupid screen claims, whatever Jungkook's facial contortion indicates, and whatever the fuck his intuition screams at him— he is mistaken.

He flips over the first blood bag— AB+. Okay, that could be his blood group, who knows? Not really a 'tell me more about you' kinda question.
But then there's the next— O-
Next — B+
Next— A+

 
It's by the AB- that his head feels feather-light while the occupants of the room starts dancing like he's on a Ferris-wheel. Him getting scatterbrained was obvious, but Jungkook must not have imagined that he would stagger in wobbly feet and collapse in his arms, if the frenetic 119 call was anything to go by.

He doesn't like Jungkook on pins and needles like that. The man looks like he could burst into yowling wails any minute. But he isn't that hunky dory himself because the only word that recites in his head (perhaps on his mouth too) is Vampire.

****** 1 week later******
[T/W - Mentions of blood and blood-feeding]

Taehyung is losing confidence. Partially because he has none to begin with, and partially because it's Jungkook of all people. Any other chance, he wouldn't spare an over-shoulder glance to someone who has rejected him not once but twice, lest would he even fall this much if it were someone else.

His eyes concenter at the white-wood door that he had seen not many days ago. Remembers all the tumult that underwent that day. His barging into the house, confidently spewing out some medical bullshit (which he was actually proud of while researching) and then, well, fainting.

The humiliation was still an open wound from the moment he woke up at the hospital with just Jin beside him and his much detested I told you so face. Not to mention the beautiful lacerations of the rejection that Jungkook had once again walked away from him.

Wait, what was he doing here again?

This has been a bad idea even to be floating in thoughts and for him to actually act on it was a bravely idiotic move. What the hell was he thinking? All this regret and second guessing his actions, and he stills stands right affront the door involuntarily discerning it's cracks and crevices.

And he was about to turn around to leave, he swears he was, but in the span of his single inhale the door hurls open to the gateway of Taehyung's Narnia with Aslan standing there like the emperor he is.

He looks unprepared, sure, but not as toppled as he did the last time. Somehow as if he was expecting the other yet not expecting at the same time. 
"H-hi... Tae." his eyes direct to the familiar diary Taehyung clutches to his chest again.

Oh shit. Should he run? No but what if he does not move at all? Maybe Jungkook would believe he was tricked by his mind into seeing a Taehyung.

"Taehyung?"

Ok this seems to be working. Just remain a statue for a few more minutes.

"Not moving wouldn't make you invisible, Tae." Jungkook sighs with that ever fond smile of his.

"I- I'm not really here. I'm just a projection."

Jungkook smiles wide; rests he temple on the doorframe, leaning against it and takes his sweet time adoring the boy who chose to show up at his door again, and each time puts on Jungkook's hoodie as if to earn himself bonus points (which he does).

"Does this adorable little projection wanna come inside?" he speaks soft and smitten, and seriously fuck him for that, because Taehyung just realized that Jungkook could literally talk about sewage and it would sound like he belted a Shakespeare.

Taehyung lowers his head and walks inside because, well he's already here so might as well dip a finger into the hellfire. He quietly seats himself on the couch and waits for the other to take the other side of it.

"I see you have this diary of yours again." Taehyung nods at this. "New research?" he nods again. "Let me guess, about my kind?" biting his lip, he nods yet again. There's a doleful sigh before Jungkook stands to sit on the farthest love seat by the firepit. "I'm not gonna harm you if that's what's bothering you."

Taehyung snaps his head promptly "That's not what I'm worried about at all. I just don't wanna embarrass myself again."

"You zipped your pants on national TV when they were filming your college. What's gonna top that?"

Taehyung pretends to be in a deep thought before nodding "Good point." he opens his diary with a measured slow. "Is Reco-vamp a reliable source?"

There's a shy tug on Jungkook's lips before he is nodding "Better than some."

"So, you're d-dead?" he keeps his words calculated and eyes trained on Jungkook if he slips the line.

"World war-II." he informs, extending the container of crackers (Taehyung's  favorite kind) that lay on the table in his direction, the other takes one bashfully shy. "Was born in 1931, and knocked off when I was 13."

"That's not too old!" Taehyung mutters with a mouthful of cracker that he had popped in, in one go. Jungkook resists the chuckle when he grabs the whole bowl thereafter. "I was imagining you being diaper buddies with Jesus."

The other just shakes his head with a simper, playing with the drawstring of his sweats.

"Okay but this! This was really the biggest shocker ever! Y'all don't stop aging?"

"Nope." he pops the P insolently. "We just age reeaallyy slow. Like in my case, I've aged about 11-12 years in the past seventy-seven." he laughs at Taehyung's unshut mouth and big eyes.
"Oh and.. surprise, surprise.. We're not immortal either. Just longer life span."

"Tsk, I'm gonna sue TVD and Twilight Saga after we're done. This was bummer." he pouts whilst wiping his face and dusting the crumbles away from the diary before reading the next.
"You're not a threat to the humans, the site said."

"Did you ever feel threatened by me?" Jungkook asks trying his best nonchalance, poorly concealed insecure edge of it evident. "Blood is just food. Of course, that's what I survive on but.. Imagine yourself and chicken? You wouldn't kill someone for it if you have frozen chicken at your own place."

"Well-" he shrugs. "I could, actually." Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head again. That's all he gets to do when he's with Taehyung. Watch, listen and relish in Taehyung's little world.

"There are bad cravings, but only the first few years. If you avoid drinking from pulse those years, you're good with it. Unless you wanna.."

"...Bond?" Taehyung speaks away with the annotation of hesitance. For all he knew Jungkook could scoff off his claims or laugh at them being true, but this unbelievable comfort he shared in the presence of the other contrived him to let all his doubts.  "Is that why you broke it off with me? Because you didn't wanna bond with me forever?"

Much to his fear, Jungkook did scoff. He felt himself gulping the tributary of tear river that sat behind his eyelid, but the other took him by  surprise again. "I broke it off because I couldn't stop myself from bonding you."

"W-what?" Taehyung rears back in protest, pushes the half chewed cracker to the right cheek pocket, looks rounder than a rainbow bubble when he huffs for the added dramatization. "Why would you stop from that?"

"Are you crazy? Don't be stupid in your decisions with this transient adulation you have for me. I've already imprinted on you once and I curse myself everyday for it!"

"tRaNsIeNt aDuLaTiOn" he rolls his eyes. "Why didn't I notice, you talk like an ancient! And what the fuck is imprint?"

"It's.. I don't know how to explain.. but we vampires, we're territorial. I tricked your brain, and I promise involuntarily because I was so horny that night that I lost my senses. So in your brain I kind of smelled like your favorite scent and you craved me whenever I'm not near."

"How long ago was this?"

"A month, I think." he rubs his palms on the face. "But then the response I got drove me crazy! It wore out within 3-4 days so I started scenting your brain every time we had sex, until I realized that I was imprinting. Which means my senses demanded to bond with you.. to drink from you."

"Cheesecake. That's what you smelled like." He smiles. "Bond with me Jungkook."

"W-wha- excuse- wha-" for all his bravado, his inhumane existence, and the giant hill of majestic occurrences under his belt, it's Jungkook a stuttering chaos. What a magnificent irony.
"Have you lost it, Taehyung?! I can't do that to a human and you certainly cannot be turned. You see for yourself how hard my life is! You are not ready for it."

"It's harder when you're lonely. And that goes for humans as well. I have fallen so deep for you that I won't let you go like this, not when I can clearly see how strongly you return those feelings! You can reject me the third time Jeon Jungkook, and I bet your ass you'll find me at your doorstep for a fourth one!"

"Every thing is joke to you?! Not so much to me."

Eyes visibly twitching with offence, Taehyung gets up and takes hold of Jungkook's wrist lugging him to the kitchen till they reach the abhorred freezer and tosses him a B+ bag. "Drink."

Jungkook stares incredulously before tearing it open with his teeth and a defeated exhale. He gulps one sip, then two and is on the third when— "Stop." and he does.

"Drink again." he starts and by the second sip there's an instruction to stop again. "Don't swallow it." he brings an empty cup to the mouth. "Spit it."

Jungkook looks like a stray puzzle piece that has nowhere to fit at this. "Just listen to me." Taehyung says again and it's filled with so much yearning that the older cannot help but comply. 

Setting the cup aside, he steps ahead and extends his wrist  to Jungkook's mouth. "Drink." and Jungkook looks mortified and voracious at the same time. Like he wants to devour Taehyung whilst cradling him in his arms. "Come on, Kookie." Tender and trusting.

Jungkook garbs the wrist soft as a feather and grazes the sharp canines over it (which again Twilight should be sued for because the fangs fairly normal sized and not the daggers they had misled).

When they tear through the epidermis, Taehyung barely spares a grit but it's when they embed into his Ulnar artery and create a strong suckle, a vociferous wince escapes his lips. Jungkook lets go immediately.  "Fuck, baby I'm so sorry. Does it hurt too much?" he lays flat his tongue on the wrist and licks long.

Taehyung croons, brings Jungkook closer by his nape and places a lewd kiss on his cheek.
"I can't even show that kind of control with a chicken leg."

Suddenly a whole shade of red and whole vile of glitter glow, Jungkook shyly closes his eyes at the peck-attack on his cheek. "I could be possessive, Tae. It's an arena I'm myself not familiar with."

"You couldn't be that more than I am." He gently wipes the droplet on the corner of Jungkook's lip with the pad of his thumb. "If I were a dog, I'd pee on you to mark  my territory." He puts the thumb into his own mouth.

"How romantic of you." Jungkook pulls his waist in, gentle always being his brand, and engulfs him in a tender hug. "If you're so insistent on this, I will take you to the elders tomorrow. They would know more and then you can take whatever decision you deem right."

"One, that tasted disgusting." Taehyung mumbles with a pout and shoves his blood stained thumb into Jungkook's mouth for the other to happily lick it clean. "Two, nothing can change my mind now."

Turns out, vampires are way too paranoid about their population control. Jungkook was not a pure-blood, since being turned while one is dying comes with it's own drawbacks.
Like not being able to turn your own mate.

Taehyung name had to be registered into the Vampire Council. For the death of every three pure-bloods, one willing registered human was turned by the Council themselves.

Four years after bonding, Taehyung was finally called in.
He successfully converted into a true-blood who was already too trained for this by his queasy mate. No garlic allergy, negligible photophobia, a capability to control the hearing amplitude and no upset stomach on eating human foods.

He must be God's favorite vampire. And that alone made Jungkook a living paradox, with him loving Taehyung with every shred while being burning jealous of his existence.

Maybe in another sense of the way, but Taehyung's tiddie-intuitions were not wrong.

=============================

Sheesh this was long.

Another one that was supposed to be a whole book but ended up in 6k word assortment into this book.

Thank you for sparing your time.

Byeeeeeee