[|Monster Party|BTS Multiship|]

"Out of all things, you ask a skeleton to get drunk?"

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Alive, dead. Doesn't matter. Music pumps through Yoongi's ears as he sighs. He doesn't want to be here. His party friend Jimin did. He has a certain crush on a Kitsune and forced Yoongi to go.

Now he sits there with a drink, his human skin transparent to show his skeleton bones through them. Yoongi is dead. A rotten skeleton who was buried a few hundred years ago.

He doesn't like being all bony, so he keeps his transparent human skin around it.

He watches as Jimin finally finds the Kitsune, his own bored bones scraping against each other from annoyance.

Everything is loud and annoying. Everyone is dancing and drinking.
And Yoongi's at the bar.

His eyes follow the bartender when an arm wraps around him. The skin in his neck is warm and his nails are painted black from what Yoongi can see. His ring finger and pointer finger have black rings on them with the Satanic logo.

Yoongi sighs.

This is a demon.

"Why so gloomy old man?" The demon giggles.

"Because." Yoongi replies. "I died at twenty-one, don't like parties, and have high alcohol tolerance."

The demon smiles darkly. "So! Get drunk! It's a party!"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "Out of all things, you ask a skeleton to get drunk?"

The demon shrugs and calls for two shots. "Can't be that bad, right?"

Yoongi scoffs. "Do what you wanna do. You're paying for the shots."

"On me."

Yoongi takes the shot without hesitation, raising his eyebrow when he finally gets a good look at the demon.

His fierce red hair matches his red upward curved horns, black Satanic choker in around his neck. He wears a red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a leather jacket over it that also rolls up to his elbows. He wears black pants with a copper-colored belt and simple black shoes.

On his other hand is also a ring around his pointer finger. The demon sounds reckless and dangerous. A party guy.

"So, why'd you buy me a shot?" Yoongi asks.

"Why would I not? You're cute!"

"I'm a skeleton."

"Still, with that fluffy white hair and that nice bowtie. You know how to make demon notice you."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I got dragged here by a friend. Park Jimin."

"Oh, the zombie? The small dude who's been hitting on Namjoon?"

"If that's the nine-tailed fox Kitsune, then yes." Yoongi shrugs.

The demon smiles. "The name's Jung Hoseok."

"Min Yoongi."

Jimin sighs dreamily, listening to Namjoon talk. The Kitsune's tails move amused as he rambles on and on about his friends.

The young zombie can listen hours to the spirit. It's just too bad that they're both dead.

Namjoon became Kitsune, a fox spirit. He died in peace and is one of the few spirits who has no more evil to hold onto.

Jimin was turned a zombie. His universe is infected with them, new humans barely there to fees from. So Jimin goes here to feed himself off some flesh.

Jimin has had a crush on Namjoon ever since he accidentally bit him. Thank God he was dead.

Namjoon does have a bit of a zombie disorder now, but both don't mind. The simple way he can crack his fingers without breaking them is actually fun for the older.

He likes to tease Jimin with it.

Even though Jimin may be rotten and dead hungry for meat, Namjoon finds amusement in him. He can always laugh with the zombie.

"Has Yoongi forgiven you yet?" Namjoon asks, his ear twitching.

Jimin sighs. "You don't want to get me started. Every morning before bed he tells me to control my hunger."

"You're an undead. It's natural."

"Yeah..."

Namjoon smiles and pats Jimin's bloodied hair. "Don't worry about it. You now know what happens to spirits. Our flesh doesn't taste that good, does it?" He chuckles.

Jimin shakes his head sadly. "It tastes better than human flesh."

Namjoon tilts his head. "Oh? Really? What does flesh taste like?"

"I'll get hungry again." Jimin whines.

"But then you can feed. There's plenty of humans where I come from."

Jimin looks up at him. His dead eyes holding a bit of hope as he sighs and shakes his head. "You know if I feed from your world, the virus will spread into yours. It'll be wrong..."

Namjoon frowns. "But wasn't your world full of magic either?"

"No," Jimin shakes his head. "We used to be humans. Regular people without powers, no abnormalities, no ears or horns. Just a virus, like vampires, spreading from bite to bite, from flesh-lust to the urge to feel alive. From an inescapable fate of... wanting to die, even though your life has already ended. Being undead is not like being a spirit, like you. It's a trauma. A circle I relive, day by day, over and over, again and again..."

Namjoon frowns. "I thought this was supposed to be a party..."

Jimin sighs. "I'm sorry for ruining the mood. I'll... go to my own world."

Namjoon quickly grasps Jimin's arm, hearing it crack loudly from his tight grip. The zombie turns to look at him.

"Take me with you." Namjoon whispers. "I... If you truly live that way, then I want to see what happened. How your world is."

"You can't."

"I'm a Kitsune, I can't bring anything to that world."

"But the virus can spread onto you."

Namjoon smiles slightly. "I don't care."

"Your recklessness is going to get you killed." Jimin snarls.

"Can't. I'm already dead." Namjoon chuckles.

Jimin shakes his head. "Please... I-"

"I want to." Namjoon cuts him off. "I've always wanted to. Who cares if the virus passes on to me? I'll be like you..."

"It's horrible."

"It's a change."

Jimin frowns. "It's your choice... Follow if you want to." He mumbles, hearing footsteps follow behind him as soon as he leaves.

The dorm he goes into holds the key to leaving the after-realm.

Jimin looks behind him, seeing Namjoon smile at him kindly. He would never dare to corrupt such a lovely mind, but Namjoon wanted this.

Jimin slides the key into the lock of the human-sized portal, twisting it to the side. He hears the soft zombie growls on the other side, smiling slightly as he knows he can return home.

He watches as Namjoon slowly gets closer and takes Jimin's hand. He smiles. "I'm going where you are." He says.

Jimin just nods. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of." He mumbles, before letting his body disappear into the portal, with Namjoon following.

Jimin can recognize the scent of the dead, rotten flesh and too much of the virus in the air. As soon as Namjoon slips through the portal, he locks it.

"The virus can't spread." Jimin says. "Not even through oxygen."

"Oxygen?"

"You're breathing the virus. It's why I don't want you to come." Jimin mumbles.

The house they stand in is old and half destroyed. Burned, broken, loved. Jimin sighs deeply ad he jumps down from the broken staircase, pulling the wood from his hand once it gets stuck.

"Aish..." It stings for a moment, but Jimin doesn't mind. "As long as there's still fresh meat around."

Namjoon gasps when he looks out over a sea of zombies, their unhealthy rotten skin ripped, destroyed, bloodied, cut, wounded, burned, or broken.

By the looks of them, Jimin was one of the pretty ones. The prettiest.

Jimin inhales the toxic scent with a deep sigh, grinning as soon as catches the vague lead to a human.

He begins to follow it, Namjoon following him.

"I don't know if you want to see me eat." Jimin growls.

"I want to." Namjoon says. He smiles at the zombie noises that slip from Jimin's throat, the wild environment that makes Jimin hungrier.

Slowly, his lifeless eyes turn to Namjoon. He unknowingly licks his lips, his teeth aching for his magical flesh.

Jimin wasn't the only one who thought that. The Kitsune's flesh is overwhelmingly alive in the realm of the undead.

It's more attractive than human flesh or blood, especially when it's a good spirit. Namjoon had no idea what kind of danger he was in. He just wanted to be Jimin, even going as far to watch him eat.

Namjoon gulps nervously when Jimin stares at him. He doesn't blink, he doesn't move. He just breathes and stares.

Jimin's eyes are white and lifeless, his agape mouth expressing his hunger. The way he slowly moves towards Namjoon makes the older shiver.

Maybe it was a game...?

Namjoon winces in pain when his hand is being grabbed. It wasn't Jimin... Jimin still stares at him, but now he frowns. Angrily and hungrily towards the zombie that has latched its teeth into Namjoon's skin, making him cry out in pain.

Worst is, they don't even have sharp teeth to sink through skin. It's human teeth that they clamp so hard to your skin that it breaks. That it rips.

Namjoon doesn't know what it is, but as soon as he sees the bleeding bite mark, he feels his veins close off.

His quick bloodstream is blocked off, forcing his heart to slow down, making him tired.

He leans against the door, his body shaking as his legs can't hold up his body anymore.

Jimin lunges at the zombie behind Namjoon, his nails and teeth ripping the undead flesh, the zombie underneath him trying to do the same.

Namjoon groans, his weak body falling to his knees as more and more zombies surround them. Namjoon just smiles as they bite into him.

He breathes the virus, feels his blood close off, Jimin ripping the zombies off Namjoon's body with a wave of anger he has never seen of the younger before.

Jimin's anger fades as soon as the zombies have lost interest in the Kitsune, revealing the bleeding spirit.

Namjoon's arms are littered in bites, his body shaking as he reaches out to Jimin. The younger kneels down and takes him in a hug. "I'm sorry..." He whispers. "I should have never let you come after me."

"It was my own choice." Namjoon says weakly. "I don't mind if I become like you. It'll only mean I can understand you more. So what if my skin isn't as pure pale? So what if I look different and if I'm hungry for flesh? I'll be able to eat with you now."

Jimin looks up at him. "But I don't want you to. I already bit you once by accident, it messed you up... What if all these bites turn you, get rid of your good-hearted spirit?"

"Than I will still be with you." Namjoon smiles. "I really don't care. I've fallen for you, the way that I did for my previous master, but you don't command me. You protect me, and let me make my own decisions."

Jimin shakes his head. "No... No, no, no- Namjoon!" He cries. "I don't want this! I don't want you to give up your spirit life for this!"

"Jimin," Namjoon whispers softly. "I'm already dead. Becoming undead won't change who I am as a person. It will just change me a little bit."

Jimin sniffles, feeling how Namjoon's skin gets colder and colder, his skin becoming thinner.

Namjoon smiles at him, gently connecting their lips together before he feels his neck twitches as his throat closes off for a slight moment. He takes a deep breath, watching as his skin becomes paler, an ugly mix of red and blue, making a sickening white - almost grey skin.

Namjoon doesn't exactly start to look like a zombie. The sockets around his eyes become darker, almost black as his deep blue eyes mix with a blood red.

His hair darkens, his tails and ears becoming less fluffy and more tied together, tangles in the fur as Namjoon's organs change.

It hurts. Namjoon clamps his stomach as his stomach becomes smaller, making more room for an extra organ near the liver.

It's an organ that causes his salivary glands to activate when the need for flesh comes from his brain, the different parts starting to change, switch, split and part.

Namjoon feels an undeniable hunger when his lips become dry, a soft growl erupting from his throat. He looks at Jimin, the pain finally fading away bit by bit, only leaving a pounding headache and a hunger for flesh.

He licks his dry lips. Perhaps that he would be the same person was a lie. He doesn't feel innocent and pure. He feels sick and dark.

Jimin carefully pats his now dark brown hair, almost black, feeling the tangles in his fox ears.

Namjoon's ear switches. "What are you doing?" He asks. His voice is low and deep, filled with hunger. It sends shivers down Jimin's spine.

He can feel the raging need to feed for human flesh from the Kitsune, who growls and pants. He licks his bloodied lips.

"I'm impressed..." He mumbles.

"Why?"

"Because I thought you'd only look good in white clothes, but with a white skin, you're even more handsome..." Jimin mumbles.

Namjoon shows a toothy grin, his arm twitching as he takes Jimin's hand. Their skin is cold, dead, as Namjoon growls once again.

"You're hungry..." Jimin chuckles. "I guess we should both feed."

Namjoon bares his teeth, grinning darkly at only the idea of tasting it. "Where do we go?" He asks.

"Everywhere..."

Yoongi scoffs at how drunk Hoseok has become. Yoongi has high alcohol tolerance. Hoseok convinced him he had too, but after six shots, the demon was already twerking on the bar.

Yoongi had to keep himself from laughing.

Hoseok slings an arm around him. He hiccups. "A-another s-hot!" He yells.

Yoongi pushes him off. "You've had enough. Don't give him another."

"I know. He's wasted." The bartender giggles. "Such a cutie though. Is he single?"

"N-no!" Hoseok whines and tugs at Yoongi's bowtie, making the older sigh annoyed. "M-y boyf-friend! Y-Yoongi-ah..."

"I'm older than you. And I'm not your boyfriend."

"Yeaaaa you a-are!" Hoseok giggles, hiccuping around every few words.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I'm taking you home."

"Sexy t-tiiiime!" Hoseok slurs.

The skeleton shakes his head, pulling Hoseok's wallet from his pocket. "How much?"

"Four thousand."

Yoongi placed four ten thousand bills on the counter and nods, swinging the drunk demon over his shoulder and leaving the place.

He hasn't seen Jimin anywhere. He'll just text him.

Hoseok keeps kicking and punching, saying random words. Yoongi doesn't understand what his deal is. He unlocks the door, goes upstairs and throws Hoseok onto his bed.

The demon says something again, before he falls asleep quietly. Yoongi sighs in relief. He makes himself a cup of tea, waiting patiently in silence for the demon to wake up. He has to admit that the demon isn't bad.

He dresses well, seems nice and admits that he's a total goofball. Opposite of what demons are usually like. Perhaps all Yoongi needs is a little... hope.

With a soft kiss to Hoseok's lips, Yoongi smiles and waits for him to awake.

The young man licks the blood off his blade, his hand digging around in his victim's body. A serial killer or a cannibal. Either will satisfy him.

Kim Seokjin wasn't a well known serial killer. He would always go for men, boys even. Those with doe eyes, dark hair and pale skin.

He's seen the exact person one time. He saw the Grim Reaper, but before he could talk to him he was gone.

The Reaper caught Seokjin's eyes. He hoped he would return if he killed another. And every time he did, the Reaper came by. He only spoke once.

"You're making it a busy day for me, human."

Seokjin was hit by his voice. Now, with this next prey, he will male sure to have the Reaper stay.

There a soft ding, as if Seokjin knew that he was there. The Reaper tapped his shoulder, causing Seokjin to smile and look up.

"Move. I need to take him." The Reaper growls.

Seokjin just grins, pulling the second kidney from his prey. "What if I don't?"

"Don't make me force you. I have a duty."

"Than that duty should be hanging out with me." Seokjin snaps.

The Reaper rolls his eyes. "We'll make a deal." He growls.

Seokjin raises his eyebrow in interest. "Go on..."

"If I have time tonight, I'll come by. I'll ask Hwayoung to take over the job for a few hours. If I can, you'll see me whenever." The Reaper says.

Seokjin grins. "Should I be covered in blood?"

"I haven't seen you different." The Reaper shrugs. "Do as you like."

"Wait!" Seokjin yells when the Reaper takes the dead body in his arms.

"Hm?"

"What's your name?"

The Reaper smirks. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"

Seokjin nods.

"It's Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

And with that, he disappears. Seokjin sighs dreamily, repeating Jungkook's name over and over in his head.

That night, Seokjin made sure to get himself neat and clean this time. He cleaned the apartment and himself.

Wanting Jungkook to stay longer, he tried to choose the clothes that make him look sexy, stand out from anyone else.

Tight skinny jeans hugging his legs and a v-neck T-shirt, showing off his broad shoulders and his collarbones.

He smiles at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and throws a flying kiss to his reflection.

As soon as he gets out of his bedroom, he's met with a stunning sight. Jungkook stands there with crossed arms. His black hair has been styled - which Seokjin could never see from under his hood, his deep black eyes staring at him with an aura that screams danger.

Seokjin likes it. How his pale skin finally shows a bit, his black T-shirt revealing his arm muscles. He wears a pair of dark blue ripped jeans, a cross earring in his right earlobe and a small stud piercing under his bottom lip.

Seokjin stares with wide eyes as he hungrily eyes the Reaper up and down. "Damn..." He purrs.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Jungkook says lowly. "This - what you're doing - is bad." He snarls.

Seokjin tilts his head and grins. "How so?"

"I'm hungry too, you know." Jungkook growls. "If you keep eating their organs, I can't eat. At least save the kidneys or the lungs." He whines.

Seokjin scoffs. "Just come earlier and eat with me. It's like a date."

Jungkook growls. "This isn't a joke. I'm a fucking Reaper, Seokjin. I take people to Hell and eat their bodies, keeping their soul as a fucking trophy. I can take yours right now, but I like you too much to do that."

"I feel honored." Seokjin chuckles. "Now. Do you want a drink?"

"I don't suppose you have any blood lying around?"

"Plenty." Seokjin smirks. "Positive? Negative?"

Jungkook's eyes widen slightly. "You can smell that?"

Seokjin nods. "After killing for so long I realized that positive is sweeter than negative. The sweetest is A, then B, AB, and O."

Jungkook feels his stomach tickle him, his body feeling as if he's frozen in time. The hairs on his body stand up as he blinks at the human, who just smiles at him.

Jungkook shakes out of his thoughts. "Negative B... Yeah." He mumbles softly.

"Not that much of a sweet tooth?" Seokjin asks.

"No." Jungkook replies shortly. "I'm someone who likes things sour. Bitterly. Mercilessly." He growls.

"Can do." Seokjin yells from the kitchen.

Jungkook sits down on the couch with wide eyes, he lets loose of his toughness, sinking down as he runs his hands through his hair.

"What the fuck was that?!" He whisper yells at himself. "Calm down body... Will you." He snarls, also to himself.

His heart pounds in his chest when he sees Seokjin turn around the corner with two glasses of the thick red liquid that Jungkook recognizes as blood. He licks his lips. His eyes aren't focussing on the glasses, but on Seokjin's small waist.

He bites his lip, taking the wine glass that Seokjin offers him. Immediately he sips at it, sighing of relief at the bitter taste.

"I like sweet." Seokjin says. "But not too sweet. A bit of all."

"Isn't that gross?" Jungkook asks. "A bit of all?"

Seokjin shakes his head with a smile. "It's good. It mixes the blood and makes the perfect drink."

Jungkook looks at the mix of light and dark red in Seokjin's glass. It smells good.

Seokjin grins when he catches Jungkook looking at his drink, tilting his head slightly. "Interested?" He chuckles at Jungkook's sharp gaze.

"Can I have a taste?" Jungkook asks softly, almost ashamed.

Seokjin sighs mockingly and hums. "What if I don't want to?"

Jungkook growls lowly. He can't deny that he likes the games Seokjin tries to play with him. It amuses him. He knows the human has been hitting on him a lot, he ignores it, but Satan knows what he does when he gets home after another encounter.

Every time he gets that single sense tingle of a murder, he hopes it's Seokjin's. Most of the time, it is.

Seokjin smirks and quickly drowns the blood, some dripping down his chin from being too quick. It drips onto his lips, and Jungkook can already guess what Seokjin wants him to do.

"You can get it off my lips." Seokjin giggles. "Or if you're too scared..."

Jungkook growls lowly. He hates being called scared. He grabs Seokjin's collar, ripping his shirt in the progress of pulling him closer and smashes their lips together, his tongue flicking over Seokjin's lips and teeth to get a taste of the rich blood.

Seokjin hums softly, grinning in victory as he kisses back. He knows it isn't a kiss, but he'll make it one. He slides Jungkook's hands from his ripped shirt to his waist, sliding his own hands around his pale cold neck.

Jungkook wants to pull away. He wants to, but he can't. His hands tighten around Seokjin's fragile waist and the kiss becomes rougher, more desperate to feel each other's lips.

Their kiss is forced to part when they pull away for air. Panting, still desperate, Jungkook's crystal white eyes look into Seokjin's.

Seokjin grins darkly, crawling onto Jungkook's lap. "So you like me?" He asks cutely, pouting his plump lips.

Jungkook stays quiet, his attention locked on his lips when a deep voice takes his attention.

"Kook, Hwayoung's going off, she needs you to take it over again."

"Shut up Taehyung. I'm busy." Jungkook growls, his thumb rubbing over Seokjin's lower lip.

Taehyung scoffs. "Don't leave a vampire to be your little errands boy." He hisses. "She's pregnant, you know. You had to be on duty all night for the upcoming three months."

Jungkook growls lowly. "And waste the opportunity to drink with this little psycho? I think not." He snarls.

Taehyung is about to protest when he sniffs the air slightly. "What kind of blood did you have? It smells delicious!" He exclaims hungrily.

"A bit of all." Seokjin smirks. "Want some?"

Taehyung looks at him with a frown. "Okay, fine, but only one glass!" The vampire grumbles.

Almost fifteen glasses later, the three are happily chatting, laughing, completely addicted to the sweet scent.

Jungkook and Seokjin share a few more heated kisses, Taehyung just watching them with some sort of jealousy.

He grins and pulls Jungkook away for a moment.

"What the fuck?!" Jungkook growls, eyes red with anger.

"Calm down. I have an idea."

Jungkook raises his eyebrow when Taehyung leans to his ear. His eyes widen and he pushes Taehyung away when he hears what the vampire wants.

"No! The being we'll create will kill us!"

"He might not."

"But he can!"

"But he won't."

"This is absurd, Taehyung." Jungkook growls. "I am not letting you bite him. I won't let you change him."

Taehyung grins. "But I won't turn him. I'll just insert my venom, and you'll insert your blood. That way, he'll be ours. Forever."

Jungkook growls. The idea is tempting. It's beautiful to think that Seokjin with black hair and fangs could be eating someone's flesh and organs with him.

Taehyung grins at him when Jungkook nods briefly. "Fine." He growls. "My blood through his mouth, your venom through his blood."

"Deal."

When the two come back to the living room, Seokjin looks up eagerly. "Finally! That took too long!" He whines. "Come here, Kookie."

Jungkook scoffs and smirks. "Desperate."

"You know I am." Seokjin purrs, pulling Jungkook closer to him.

The reaper chuckles and connects their lips again, Taehyung sneaking up behind them to sink his fangs into Seokjin's neck.

Once the human feels the sharp blades cut through his skin, he says unfazed. He groans, but that's all. Jungkook is amazed. Most of the time people scream of pain, but Seokjin demands him for more of his love.

When they part, Jungkook cuts his wrist with his nails, setting his bleeding wrist at Seokjin's lips.

His strong gaze is enough to tell Seokjin what he needs to do. He sucks on the wound, drinking as much blood as he can when Taehyung pulls out.

He feels the vampire kiss gently down his neck and his back, licking over the bleeding wound. "So pretty... For us?"

Seokjin nods, Jungkook's black blood dripping down from his lips. He licks it off and smirks.

"So. Is there a reason for this trio meal?" He asks.

"We're going to turn you." Taehyung hisses.

Jungkook nods. "Into one of us. One of us both."

"A vampire?" Seokjin asks.

"And a reaper." Taehyung chuckles lowly.

Seokjin smirks, planting a deep kiss on both of their lips. "I can't wait."

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