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"Is everyone ready?" The voice of their commander shouts over the comms.

Most of the recruits reply with a "yes", but Namjoon stays quiet.

He's going over his tasks, his do's and dont's, his manual, and his suit. Everything needs to be top-notch safe.

"You nervous?"

Namjoon turns quietly to his roommate. The man who he'll be roomies with for a few months before returning home.

Both of them are Korean, thus the language barrier was no big deal.

Namjoon shakes his head. "No. You?"

"Nah." His roommate smiles. "I'm excited! I mean- Antarctica! Who could have thought?"

Namjoon gives him a gentle smile. "It's an impressive experiment."

The ship shudders a little bit before coming to a slow halt. Namjoon grabs his helmet, pressing the button at the side to have it unclip before putting it on, clicking it in its safety lock and pressing the button again, hearing an approving beep.

There are a few projections on the screen of the helmet.

One that says loading, the other says location, the other says who speaks when.

He notices his small tube at the bottom of the screen, at 99%. It's keeping track of his suit when it needs to charge its warmth.

Because of the cold, the glass is usually blocked, having a sunscreen protector over it to prevent eye damage. Thus they wear colors.

They are with ten.

His roommate, Taehyun, dressed in the red suit.

His commander, Vera, wearing the dark green suit.

The electrician, Ray, clothed in white.

The medic, Jimin, dressed in yellow.

The scientist, Sykkuno, wearing lime.

The meteorologist, Yoongi, dressed in the black suit.

The psychologist, Ilse, dressed in pink.

The planner and second in command, Tsuyu, wearing purple.

The soldier, Ben, dressed in brown.

And he himself, the technician, dressed in cyan.

There are not many of them. But they know they can survive.

As soon as the ship stops shaking, a loud beep and alarm rings through. Namjoon watches the others also put on their helmets and he sees the top right corner flash.

There is a yellow mark.

"Hello? Can you guys hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Jimin. Can you hear me?"

"Bright as rain!"

Namjoon smiles softly at the voices and turns to his roommate who is pressing the little tablet on his suit, scrolling through his tasks.

"Ready, Taehyun?"

The younger looks up and nods brightly. "Ready hyung!"

The top of the ship comes loose, lifting itself to let go of the landing slide, which slowly drops down and lands in the cold snow.

"Alright! Everyone start with their assigned tasks! You have a thirty minute break between twelve and two, four and six, so choose wisely! Stay together as much as you can and we meet at Admin at eight!"

Namjoon nods at Vera's words. He understands clearly that all of this equipment can easily be destroyed. It's expensive and valuable.

He looks at Taehyun. "Do you have any important tasks?"

Taehyun looks up at him. "I have the download of the electronic files for check to the headquarters."

"I have the one in admin for that." Namjoon replies, looking through his own tasks. "Let's go together."

Taehyun nods happily and grabs Namjoon's hand, already pulling him out the ship with him.

But one of them stays behind a bit. The man checks his tasks, but when everyone is out the door, he smirks a little.

Looking up from his list, eyes set on the commander and her little dog. A red gleam passes over his iris, going up to follow them.

"Hey! Vera!"

The commander looks up from her task, smiling at the young man who comes running. "Hey Jimin. Did you do your tasks yet?"

"I have the telescope but I can't figure out how it works... Can you help me?" Jimin asks innocently.

Vera gives him a nod. "I'll help. But couldn't you have asked Yoongi instead?"

"Yoongi went to oxygen." Jimin pouts. I saw you two and decided you could know."

Vera nods again. "Let me help."

"I'm going to continue my tasks." Tsuyu says softly. "Will you join me soon?"

"I will. Go on, Tsuyu." Vera smiles.

As soon as Tsuyu walks away, Vera starts adjusting the scope.

Jimin looks down at her, a drop of saliva drooling down past the corner of his lips.

Vera slowly looks to her side, meeting with Jimin's yellow suit. She hears a click, looking up.

She gasps. "Put your helmet back on! Jimin!"

Her eyes widen, a scream erupting from her throat before her voice dies down.

Jimin sighs of relief, licking his lips. He smirks at the left purple suited body, red flowing outwards.

His fangs glinster, red eyes glowing before he clicks his helmet back on, leaving the room, leaving a bleeding human.

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"Are you done?" Namjoon asks, checking on his tasks.

Taehyun nods. "Yep! I just--!"

Both men look up in surprise when they hear a loud scream echo through the place.

Immediately they hear the alarm, both of them rushing to admin where they see everyone else running too.

"What happened?!" Taehyun asks in complete panic.

Tsuyu is shaking in tears, Jimin holding her gently.

"We found... We found Vera. Just her body... She's dead." Jimin answers softly.

Tsuyu sniffles, crying softly in her helmet against Jimin's chest.

"DEAD?!"

"What...?"

"What happened?!"

Jimin shakes his head. "She was laying in a puddle of her own blood. Her helmet was shattered... This wasn't something human... It couldn't have been."

"But what else was it then?" Namjoon asks. "Did you see any pawprints? Possibly a trail of blood?"

Jimin shakes his head again.

"But Tsuyu was with her!" Sykkuno suddenly blurts out. "What if she killed her?!"

Jimin's eyes widen shortly. "But... I was with her... The entire time." His grip clenches a little around Tsuyu's arm.

Tsuyu flinches, nodding quietly. "W-we found her like that... T-together..."

Yoongi frowns a little. "Where did you find her?"

"At the telescope."

Ray frowns with him. "The telescope... Was anyone close?"

His eyes roam around the room, but no one seems to respond to him. Even with so little information, both Namjoon and Ray can tell something isn't right.

They share brief eye contact through their helmets, Namjoon's dark chocolate connecting with Ray's sky blue.

"Name where you were and what you were doing." Ben commands.

Ben is silent. An observer. His name is short for the name his father gave him, but he refuses to be called that after his past experiences with him.

"I was with Namjoon in electrical." Taehyun says. "I had to download the files."

Namjoon nods. "I was with him."

"I was in oxygen resetting the growth capacity." Yoongi answers. "I saw you come in and go for the snow." He points at Sykkuno, who nods.

"I cleared the air conditioning."

Ilse raises her hand. "I was fixing the rounding air in specimen!"

For a moment there is silence, Jimin slowly smirks under his mask. He hears Tsuyu gasp but he quickly digs his nails into her skin through the suit, having her whimper.

"You said specimen..." Jimin growls. "But me and Tsuyu were in there."

Ilse's eyes widen. "B-but I never saw you there!"

"That's because you weren't there. You lied." Jimin growls. "Did you kill Vera?!"

"NO! I COULD NEVER!!"

"You liar..." Jimin scoffs. "We all know you were jealous of her position. Thus you killed her!"

"NO!!"

"W-wait!" Taehyun mumbles. "What if Jimin is lying? What if both of them are the killers?"

Namjoon speaks up with a frown. "We dont know if any of us killed her. Until we have any proof, we can't do anything. Let's keep her in our hearts and continue... Mourning will not serve us progress."

With that, he turns and walks away, holding up his arm to see his tasks.

Taehyun hops after him, calling his name.

Slowly, everyone else strolls out. Ilse stays a little longer, staring down in shock. She never saw either of them there... and she's sure she went to specimen.

Jimin hits her shoulder on the way out.

"Traitor." He hisses, before dragging Tsuyu with him.

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"Did you want to snitch on me?" Jimin snarls, pressing Tsuyu tightly against the wall.

She whimpers, shaking her head. "N-no!"

"Don't. Lie." Jimin hisses. "I can smell your fear, little girl. One more warning. The next time, you won't be so lucky."

Tsuyu nods. "I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

"Hm." Jimin growls. "I know." He reaches for her helmet, pressing the button. He takes it off her, having her gasp and shiver.

"P-please!"

"I won't be sorry if you die like this from the cold. But Ilse will be blamed. She and her... suspicious actions will only increase when one of us dies. And you know by now that it's not me." He chuckles sinisterly. "I don't mind the cold. I can live in it when I wear nothing. But you humans... you're fragile. Your blood runs faster when you're tense and afraid."

He trickles his hand down the side the purple helmet, tapping on the glass with a sharp nail that's already ripped through his suit once.

"I wonder if you'll be worth keeping." He continues. "If I don't kill you... will you eventually snitch on me? Will you kill me with the others? You should know better, Tsuyu. You should have kept walking and shut your mouth." He bares his sharp fangs.

"P-p-please..." Tsuyu cries. "It's s-so c-cold..."

Jimin chuckles amused, clicking his own helmet off, effortlessly taking a deep breath of the cold Artic air.

He inches closer, pressing her more against the wall. "Than say what you have to say, little girl. Call me oppa, beg me for mercy, beg me to kill you. I'll frame it all on our innocent, little psychologist. Perhaps she is a psycho? Maybe she did kill you? Will she be walking around with your blood on her tiny, fragile hands? You tell me, Tsuyu. Will she?"

Jimin bares his sharp fangs, eyes blinking red. His sharp nails repeatedly tap the glass, denting it, a small opportunity to destroy the glass.

"Come on, Tsuyu. It's your life, or hers."

Tsuyu shakes her head. "I-I can't!"

"You have to."

"Namjoon will find out! He'll find you and catch you!"

"Will he?" Jimin smirks. "I'll look forward to seeing him, and do you know why?"

He clams his hand over her face, his nails digging deep into her skin.

"I have very, very special plans for him. After all, we vampires hate to be alone."

Blood silently dripping down Tsuyu's face, her body slowly falls over, eyes wide open in fear.

Jimin smirks, forcefully jabbing his fangs deep within her neck. He, again, licks his lips clean, carefully picking up Tsuyu's body before catching Ilse running around with her card in her hand.

With a growing grin, he throws the body effortlessly against her suit, blood splattering all over it.

Ilse gasps and screams at the sight, eyes snapping up to look at the man walking towards him.

Jimin smirks at her. "How pathetic. A little girl, killing an innocent." He chuckles darkly. "I should report that." He hisses. He clicks his helmet back on and rushes into the room against it, with Ilse grabbing onto his leg with desperate cries.

He slams the emergency button and soon everyone comes strolling in again.

Jimin does his best to portrait a panicking little boy who witnessed a murder, pointing in fear with a trembling hand towards Ilse.

There is no way out for the crying girl.

"I saw her..." Jimin's voice trembles. "I-I watched her! She slaughtered Tsuyu! I watched her stab her!"

"You... saw it?" Ray cocks a brow.

Jimin nods. "I did! She murdered Tsuyu! Please!"

"I didn't! I swear! It's Jimin! He killed her!" Ilse cries out, shakily pointing at the yellow suited.

"PLEASE!!" Jimin screams. "You have to believe me! I watched it! She's covered in blood! Her pupils are dilated! You must believe me!"

Namjoon crosses his arms, slowly switching eyes between Jimin and Ilse.

"I have a question to each of you." He says slowly, placing his crossed arms each on the table.

"Please... I didn't do it..." Ilse whimpers.

"It's not that I don't believe you. But it's not that I can't believe you either." Namjoon shakes his head. "Both of you have a lie and a truth. I want to know where you both were and what you were doing before this meeting."

Ben nods quietly. "Smart..."

"But what if they both didn't do it?" Sykkuno mumbles. "What if someone else did it?"

"IT'S HER!!" Jimin shrieks angrily. "I SAW HER!!"

Namjoon slams his hands on the table. "Than answer my question. Where were you and what were you doing?!"

Jimin flinches at his sudden attitude, a light tug from his lips at the action. "I was going back into specimen to finish my task, but I heard a scream and went to look. I didn't finish my task yet. I found Ilse covered in blood with Tsuyu dead next to her!"

"That's not true--!!"

Namjoon holds up his hand. "Can you prove that you were in specimen?"

"Can anyone prove they were anywhere?"

Namjoon bites his lip. Jimin is painfully right. No matter what they say, it can't be fully identified.

"Ilse, your side of the story."

"I was going to swipe my card when I felt something thrown against me... Tsuyu was already dead. Jimin then walked towards me without his helmet and told me I was pathetic for killing her when it's clearly him! He was so nonchalant and he was the only one around! He was the only one who could have thrown her body! It's him!"

Namjoon sighs at their bickering, rubbing his temple. He glances at each of them before sighing deeply. "If I have to go off my gut feeling... neither of them is right."

"WHAT?!! BUT I SAW IT!!" Jimin shrieks.

"Listen, Jimin." Namjoon sighs softly. "I'm sure you saw what you saw, and I'm sure Ilse did what she did. But this is a massive accusation none of us can conclude yet. You are both covered in blood, accusing each other is easy."

"Namjoon, please... You must trust me..." Jimin begs.

He shakes his head. "I won't. Jimin, you come with me. Ilse, you go with Ben."

Ben suddenly looks up. "Why me?"

"Because you're the most observant." Namjoon answers. "Let's continue. No one call the emergency button until actual proof is given."

Jimin nods quietly, looking down. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. Now let's go."

Namjoon grabs onto Jimin's hand, pulling him out. The cold hits them when the snow casually flutters down, a cold breeze engulfing them.

"You've been in so much trouble. What are your tasks?" Namjoon asks, growling deeply as he towers over the other.

Jimin feels his insides turn at the stare Namjoon gives him through the visor. Shivering... He can't wait for them to be alone.

He looks down, noticing he hasn't done any of his tasks yet. But... why should he? Him and Namjoon will be together by then. Vampires.

They don't need humans... They can survive on Antarctica without human equipment.

Jimin clenches his fists, looking up at him. Namjoon's eyes show him determination, ambition, and care.

"Namjoon." He growls. "Let's go to the dorms. I have to... show you something."

"Is it task related?"

"Sort of..."

Namjoon nods. "Fine. But quickly."

Jimin grabs his hand this time, dragging him to his dorm, locking the door once they're both inside.

"What are you locking the door for?" Namjoon asks, crossing his arms.

"I need to tell you something. But promise me you won't tell the others." Jimin growls.

Namjoon frowns. "If it's crucial I can't promise anything."

"PROMISE ME!!"

Namjoon shakes his head. "I can't. You know that."

Jimin clenches his jaw, his hands tightening to fists. He clicks his helmet off and unlocks the door again, stepping outside in the cold.

Namjoon frowns. "Was Ilse right...? Did you murder Tsuyu and Vera?"

Jimin cocks his head slightly. Namjoon would be lying if he said he wasn't attractive in that moment.

Standing in the extreme cold without any protection without shaking, hair softly moving in the wind, snow surrounding him.

He slowly locks the door again after coming back inside.

"I did." Jimin growls. "But I did it because I must survive that way. I cannot survive the way humans do. I'm fine here without the suit. Without the food. But without blood I can't live. It's my source."

Namjoon takes a deep breath and a step back. "What are you, Jimin? Why are you here with us?"

Jimin slowly shakes his head. "Don't be afraid of me... I never wished to harm you. You're a perfect vessel... A perfect mind. Intelligent and unique... You're efficient, fast, loyal, and incredibly caring. I've seen your benefits... I won't hurt you..."

"Answer me." Namjoon gulps. "What are you?"

Jimin sighs, maintaining eye contact as Namjoon watches Jimin's eyes filling up with a bright red, sharp fangs sliding from his gums. Even the way his ears point a little, the way his breathing changes. Sharp claws rip through his suit, the blood still on them from Tsuyu's death.

"I'm a vampire." Jimin answers. "I've lived since the first of the first. I've experienced plagues, space, the earth... heaven and hell. But life becomes so lonely..."

Namjoon takes another step back. "What do you mean?"

"Vampires are reliable." Jimin hisses. "We want partners too. Eternities to spend. You. You are my choice."

"You can't do that!"

Jimin growls. "If you won't allow me to, than I won't. But if you betray me, I will kill you. I won't hesitate. Everyone can burn me in the pit, but I won't die without you. I refuse to do so."

Namjoon gulps silently and nods. "Jimin... I don't want you to kill anyone anymore. This is not your feeding ground."

"You're right." Jimin smirks. "It's ours. Take it now and learn in time, or be too late and die of blood consumption."

"What...?"

"You'll see." Jimin chuckles. "Let's continue our tasks, alright? I will protect you will all my might. My soul is yours, Namjoonie... My sweetheart."

Namjoon shivers. "I... I'm sorry... I'll go back to my tasks."

Jimin's vampiric form retreats and he smiles. "Not a word, okay?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "Not a word..."

Jimin clicks his helmet back on with a smile and unlocks the door, walking back out.

Namjoon stays for a little, but then runs out, looking all over for the girl in pink.

He's scared. Jimin just trusted him with his true form... But it's not safe for the others!

He gasps when he comes across a dead body. The brown suit covered in red has Namjoon swallowing. Did he just make this kill?

He kneels down, with shaking hands clicking the helmet off.

Blood covering Ben's pale face, eyes closed, a few large deep claw marks on his cheek and eyes, big wounds in his neck.

"Beautiful. Isn't it?"

Namjoon turns, his heart raising in panic when he feels two hands on his shoulders.

He's frozen in fear, his helmet slowly clicking off.

"You... ran." Jimin soft voice mutters. "You wanted to betray me. Didn't you?"

Namjoon doesn't reply.

"That only leaves me one choice. But to make you mine. Betraying me is betraying yourself after tonight, Namjoonie."

But before Namjoon can shake his head. Jimin's cold breath hits his neck, sharp fangs slicing through his skin.

Namjoon freezes. He feels the cold teeth inside his skin, his warm blood dripping down his back.

The cold hits his body. He feels sick. Every tug makes him light-headed and dizzy. His heart pounds in his ears and he looks down at Ben's dead body.

That's gonna be him...

With a final breath, Namjoon faints, giving out of his sight.

°•●•°

There is warmth... a warm, sweet, homely feeling bubbling inside his stomach.

His arms slowly curl to wrap around his chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. His heart beats softly in his chest, his head clear and bright.

He turns with a soft groan, his eyes fluttering open. He's met with a soft blanket.

He slowly sits up, looking around his bed. When did he get here? He... He died, didn't he?

"Goodmorning."

Namjoon looks to his side. He meets with soft red eyes.

Jimin...

He stares at him with a soft smile. He's wearing the undersuit. A yellow vest with black skin-tight pants and his yellow snowboots, still covered in snow.

"You were sleeping for quite a while." Jimin says softly. "Almost three days. How are you feeling?"

Namjoon slowly looks him up and down. He's in his vampire form again. But he looks calm...

He slowly grabs onto the soft cyan colored blanket, pressing his pillow against the wall.

"I'm feeling alright. A little dizzy, but other than that I feel good..."

Jimin nods. "Do you remember what happened?"

Namjoon looks back at him before slowly shaking his head. "I should've been dead... Why am I alive?"

Jimin smiles lightly. "We're picky creatures. Vampires. Remember I chose you. I knew I had to kill you, but I couldn't." He shakes his head. "So I did the only thing I could do. I turned you... The transformation took long. Two full days and recovery."

Namjoon takes a short moment to process his words. He looks down at his hands. Pale, smooth, flawless skin, vibrant with a soft pink of the veins running inside his body.

His nails are short, but sharp, like an animal's claw connected to the tip of his finger.

He slowly looks up at him. "Do you have a mirror?"

"Do you want to see?"

Namjoon nods. "Can I still go out like this?"

"The suit and helmet hide you. The cold won't be an issue." Jimin shakes his head with a grin. "I can say you look handsome."

He reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small mirror from it. For a moment Namjoon wonders why he has it on him, but shakes the thought.

He takes it with a soft nod, opens it, and looks at his own reflection.

His eyes are rose red, illuminating ever so lightly. His skin is smooth, not a winkle to be seen, his lips a healthy glossed pink, his ears slightly pointed.

He opens his mouth, revealing short but sharp fangs.

"Think about something good. Like blood. Something that makes your mouth water." Jimin says, smiling at Namjoon's wondered gaze.

Namjoon does so. Instantly he swallows his saliva, noticing his growing hunger. His chest starts heaving, his eyes glowing brighter, his grip tightens around the mirror as he opens his mouth widely to let go of a loud vampiric hiss.

His fangs extend, sliding from his gums with a soft burning sensation. He growls an animalistic noise as Jimin takes the mirror away.

"See?" He says sweetly. "Handsome."

Namjoon nods slowly. "What can I do? I'm starving..."

Jimin smiles at him. "We are immune to cold and heat. We can drink blood and eat anything as long as it's raw. We are stronger, faster, better hearing. We do have a predator instinct. It makes you hungry."

Namjoon looks up at him. "Like what you did to Vera...?"

Jimin nods. "Exactly. I had to collect some blood for you on the way these days so you wouldn't be tempted. A few more died last night."

Namjoon doesn't care anymore. His head already snaps up at the scent when Jimin pulls a bottle from his suit.

It's filled to the brim with sweet smelling blood.

Hissing, Namjoon reaches out for it, quickly opening the lid and almost drowning the entire bottle at once.

His fangs sink through the plastic, eyes glowing with thirst.

"Feeling better?"

Namjoon nods slowly. "Yeah... A little less weak. But why did you tell me that and not just turn me right there earlier?"

"I couldn't." Jimin sighs. "I wanted to see if you were going to willingly give yourself to me. Vampires rely on trust... We walk alone until we feel the connection. A long string of desires for them."

Looking down, Namjoon picks a little at his nails. "What kind of desires?"

"Love, care, the need to protect, the need to hold. Lust. The need to stay alive. The need to be together. It's an agonizing hunger that eats you from inside if refused. But I've taken it times before, so if you refuse, it's fine. I can take it." Jimin answers softly.

Namjoon groans as he moves from the bed, taking a moment to stretch before glaring down at Jimin.

"Where is the vampire who threatened me?"

"What...?"

Namjoon bares his fangs, hissing lightly. "Where is the vampire who threatened me." He growls. "Because I didn't know vampires were softies after killing."

Jimin looks up at him, shaking his head. "It's a getting used to. I haven't turned anyone in years. Honestly I'm just happy it worked. But I'm still the same vampire. I'm just a bit weak."

Namjoon scoffs. "So why are we standing around. You know I'm against murder, and being a vampire won't change that. I still want to stay and survive. Or at least help the others in the cold."

Jimin nods. "I get that, but you won't be able to act normal around the others if I'm not there."

"How so?"

"Their blood is everywhere around. It trails them." Jimin answers. "You'll be tempted to kill them."

Namjoon huffs, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. "I'll see that for myself."

He pulls his suit from the top of the bunkbed and puts it on, Jimin sighing with a smile and doing the same. As they click their helmets on, Namjoon notices that the cold has completely disappeared.

He isn't shivering, nor sweating.

Jimin gives him a sweet fanged smile. "I'll go do my tasks then. Think you can manage?"

"I'm a technician. Of course I can." Namjoon chuckles. "But if you ever need help, ask me any time."

"You'll be coming for me."

"Oh? Will I?"

"Begging to help you cope with all their blood." Jimin teases. "Because you won't be able to control yourself."

Namjoon scoffs, baring his fangs. "Try me."

"Gladly."

Jimin waves Namjoon goodbye with a soft chuckle and Namjoon watches him go with a smile before going off to do his wires.

But on the way there he meets someone. The meteorologist who gives him a wave.

"Hey Joon. Feeling better? Jimin said you passed out in the snow."

Namjoon tenses a little, the scent hitting him like a truck. A sweet, bitter mix.

He nods. "Yeah... Feeling better now."

"That's good. Are you heading for oxygen?"

Namjoon nods again.

"Me too. Let's go together. You know... Ben, Ilse, and Ray were found dead..."

Namjoon looks down at him. "Any source or cause?"

"The only explainable one was from Ilse. She probably had a heart attack because she was found with Ray and she was the only one who's face wasn't scratched open..."

Namjoon licks his lips, feeling his fangs throb for blood. "Oh... Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"Who else are alive?"

Yoongi sighs in thought. "Me, you, Jimin, Sykkuno... and I think Taehyun too."

Namjoon's eyes snap towards the clear turtleneck of the suit, his claws itching to rip it open.

But he can't. He can't give Jimin his victory. But it smells so good...

He hisses softly, his tongue flicking over his fangs. "What task do you have?" He asks.

"Replace the O2." Yoongi shrugs. "An easy task."

Namjoon nods. "I'll do the wires. Keep an eye out for you. Since the murders clearly aren't over and... there is no suspect."

Yoongi nods. "It can't be Jimin or you because he took care of you. I know that I'm not it... So maybe Sykkuno... Taehyun?"

"Sykkuno is too sweet and shy to kill."

"It's the silent ones you want to watch out for." Yoongi mutters, sliding his ID through the door as it opens with a swoosh.

Namjoon nods. "What about Taehyun?"

Yoongi quietly turns to look at him. "You sound sick. Are you feeling alright?"

Namjoon nods again. "I'm fine." He growls.

"... If you say so." Yoongi mutters.

He walks inside and immediately goes to the separate room, looking around for fitting tanks.

Namjoon's fangs itch. His thirst clawing at his throat. He wants a bite. Just a small one...

Surely no one will notice a small bite.

He silently makes his way over to the man, flinching when he suddenly walks out.

"Done?" Yoongi smiles a little, rubbing his hands together.

Namjoon nods quickly. "Y-yeah..."

"Good." Yoongi grins, rushing up and to his left. "I always wanted to be on camera duty!"

Namjoon gulps, following him. He feels his claws curl in temptation, his eyes starting to illuminate with desire. His fangs, extended, draw beads of blood from his lip.

As Yoongi gets behind the cameras, Namjoon fights the hostility and animalistic desires that try to consume him.

But mercy is not with him.

His breaths are shaky, inhaling sharply and exhaling in shaky short breaths.

He clicks his helmet off, ignoring his own warnings and lunges for Yoongi's throat, smashing the glass of the helmet before completely pulling the item apart.

Yoongi gasps for a short moment, feeling his back crushed by the oxygen tanks on his back. The cold engulfs him, his eyes growing wide with fear at Namjoon's new appearance.

The vampire holds his throat tightly, straddling his waist before setting both hands under Yoongi's chin and pushing his head up, stabbing his fangs deep through his skin.

Yoongi screams in pain, clawing at Namjoon's hair to be let go, but the vampire doesn't budge. Namjoon only takes what he wants. He doesn't care for the end of a human life. Not even of a friend.

"I... I never expected this from you." Yoongi breathes out, whimpering as the vampire bites down harder. "A kind person... is a monster under his skin..."

"That may be so."

Namjoon's eyes snap to a familiar voice.

"But the boy's my creation." Jimin smirks, leaning against the wall. "After all, you were the most troublesome." He chuckles, holding a broken helmet.

A broken, lime colored helmet.

Namjoon hisses through his fangs, feeling Yoongi weaken in his hold before the man's heart stops.

The grip loosens on his hair, arms falling down to lay dead besides the body. But Namjoon continues to suck every drop from his body.

Jimin cocks his head, watching him with a slight grin. There was no care left in the vampire's body when hungry.

He's fully... submerged with the infection.

"Are you done?" Jimin asks, noticing the slight pull of Namjoon's head.

He nods, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, blood staining the suit.

"I... I never meant... I didn't mean--"

"I know you didn't." Jimin says softly. "But we do it. We're made to kill. I know you never meant to kill him, but your instinct leaves you no choice. Even turning you... It was tempting to keep going, which is why vampires are rare around. It's impossible to stop once to start unless... you can feel it."

Jimin crouches down, caressing Namjoon's pale cheek. The skin feels soft under his hand, Namjoon's eyes looking at him. The rose iris glinsters gently, revealing a whole other side of the technician.

Who knew...?

Namjoon knew he'd have a purpose in life. An important one. But he never knew he was destined to be a vampire. He never knew he would be attracted to one.

He sighs softly, looking back down at Yoongi's back as he leans back, groaning and grabbing his hair.

"I'm... tired." He mumbles. "I'm still weak."

"And you will be for a little while longer." Jimin says. "Your body has yet to adapt to your ways of drinking and moving. But it'll get better. Just a good rest will do you great, and--"

Jimin's head snaps around at the soft feared gasp.

Even the tired Namjoon can hear the soft noise as loud as it'd be usually.

His hooded eyes glare at their last survivor. The young boy in the red suit. Taehyun.

"Y-y-you... N-Namjoon? ... J-Jimin...?"

Namjoon sighs and groans again. "Jimin. I would gladly want another prey, but I can't take another rush." He growls angrily, eyes lighting up slightly and fangs baring at the last human on the field.

Taehyun gulps. "S-so it was you...? Y-you lied... to us?"

"I never lied." Namjoon growls. "This... Yoongi. He was my first victim."

"B-but then...--" Taehyun points at Jimin, who nods.

Jimin sighs. "I killed them for my own survival. Ilse was right. I held Tsuyu to keep myself safe and I used you as an excuse to watch you scan your fingerprints."

"Yeah... Why didn't you do that?"

Jimin holds up his hand. "Vampires have no personal fingerprints. We have a special eye pattern instead."

"V-VAMPIRES?!!"

Namjoon hisses loudly at him. "Shut up! It's hurting my head!"

Jimin quickly caresses his cheek again. "I'll take him outside. You stay here and regain your energy."

Namjoon nods as Jimin growls at Taehyun, tugging the boy out of the room.

Taehyun is afraid... Hesitating. He's seen Namjoon in a form unlike any human.

But... if Yoongi is gone... and Sykkuno's broken helmet was there...

"Am I the last alive?" He asks.

Jimin nods. "And it's unlikely you'll live. Namjoon will regenerate soon and come for you if you're not dead yet."

Taehyun looks down at the snow. "Are you going to kill me? Can't you turn me?"

"If I could I wouldn't." Jimin shakes his head. "If you would turn, we'd have nothing to feed you with. We can survive off the animals here. Because Namjoon just drank, he can survive for a while. But you, without any strong human blood, you won't survive. Your body will give out and you'll go insane."

Taehyun looks down sadly. "So... You're going to kill me."

Jimin shakes his head. "I can keep up. Sykkuno was my last temptation. But Namjoon still needs blood. He wants more."

"I'm going to be Namjoon's survival sacrifice?"

Jimin nods. "If you can keep up. Yes. He'll wake up after a few hours."

Taehyun sighs deeply before nodding. "Fine. At least I can die knowing what's going on. It's not like I have anything waiting for me at home..."

Jimin lays a hand on his shoulder and gives him a short smile. "I like you, Taehyun. If you had a chance of survival, I would definitely try."

Taehyun smiles back at him. "Take care of my hyung, okay?"

Jimin nods. "Always."

°•●•°

Namjoon groans, once again waking up in his bed. The blanket is warm again, filling him with comfort.

"Good evening, Joon." Jimin smiles softly at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright." Namjoon replies instantly. "I'm hungry, but I'm fine."

"I talked to Taehyun. He said he was alright with you feeding off him."

But Namjoon shakes his head. "No, I'm hungry. I want ramen. Maybe some kinchi stew... Do we have kimchi stew?"

Jimin looks at him with wide eyes before nodding. "Yeah... You aren't thirsty?"

"I probably will be later today." Namjoon mutters. "But I'm not thirsty right now. I can safely say Taehyun doesn't need to worry about me eating him."

Jimin smiles at him, placing a sweet, soft kiss on the vampire's lips. "Than I'm glad..."

Namjoon purrs lightly, smiling a little.

Turns out the vampire wasn't going to be too difficult to handle.

|=|THE END|=|

Questions of the Chapter:

Who allowed Jimin in the crew if it was clear he had no fingerprint?

What did the colors have to do with their personalities?

Why was Taehyun the last alive?

Why did Jimin tell Namjoon the truth?

What caused Jimin's vampiric killing spree at the start?

Yes, this was inspired by the Among Us game. I don't play it much but I like to draw it and the idea was kinda cute. My favorite map is Polus so there was the idea of Antarctica.

For those who just want to know, here is the solution.