This was inspired by a K-Drama called Vampire Detective (of course), and the book Fractured by catzumi_zero

[|Vampire Detective PT.1|BTS Multiship|]

"Don't start, hyung."

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Jeon Jungkook remembers everything. And it's a sad story. His boyfriend shot him at their anniversary, hoping he died. But medicine and doctors saved him.

They told him not to overwork and to take it easy since a bullet in the chest was a permanent mistake.

And what was Jungkook doing?

Running on the treadmill, sweat coating his body, a mirror in front of him and the rich house he lived in with his uncle, Seokjin.

The scar on his chest stings and it only encourages Jungkook to turn the speed up a few kicks. His mind keeps running at that moment, his heart raising. He closes his eyes, quick breathy pants escaping his lips at the memory.

He was just picking up his boyfriend, leaving the car in the parking spot, but when he arrived, his boyfriend had him at point with a gun.

Jungkook stood frozen in shock. They were both studying to become crime detectives, why would he commit one himself?

The answer was still unclear. After five years, he successfully became a crime detective, following his uncle's steps.

He completely ignores his doctor's advice about taking it easy and speeds up again, but feels his chest sting violently and gasps for air, tripping over his feet and stumbles off the treadmill with a loud whine, landing against the bookshelves beside the machine.

"Jungkook? You weren't going too fast were you?" Seokjin asks, peeking in the room.

Jungkook doesn't turn to the older man. Instead, he shakes his head and resets the treadmill. "Of course not..."

"Kook, you really have to set your limits lower." His uncle speaks, clearly seeing the lie in his voice.

"I'm fine, hyung, really."

"No. Jungkook, I want you to be safe and alive. Being a strong muscle bunny won't help you be a better detective." Seokjin says, pulling Jungkook away from the treadmill. "Plus, we have a cute boy who reported a crime. His brother went missing."

"That's the police's job," Jungkook says stubbornly. "And stop calling me muscle bunny! I don't look like a rabbit!"

His uncle raises an eyebrow. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror. You look exactly like a bunny."

Jungkook mutters some curse words under his breath before he pulls himself away, turning to go to his room.

"Where are you going?!"

"To clothe myself. I don't want that boy to see me with this..." Jungkook replies, his voice cold as it hits the walls.

His uncle gives him an apologetic smile. He's seen Jungkook around the house without a shirt a lot, which is strange since he hates the scar on his chest.

The young man had been annoyed ever since. Training his pretty bunny cheeks off, eating less and only hydrating with liters of water.

Honestly, Seokjin was getting worried about him.

Jungkook comes down the stairs in a simple white t-shirt, wiping his hands over his face with an annoyed groan.

"Remind me why we do work that we have the police for?" He growls in frustration.

Seokjin smiles brightly. "Because we earn money this way!"

"And that's important." Jungkook sighs. "Sadly."

Seokjin nods, his head hanging slightly. "Come on, Kook. Time to earn our share in this world."

"Right. Without us the police would have never even caught about ninety percent of those prisoners!" Jungkook yells, slamming the door of the car open and shut, crossing his arms after he clicked his seatbelt around his chest.

"You're right, but still." His uncle mumbles. "Let's stay in the background. We don't need recognition as detectives."

"A thank you would be nice every once in a while..." The younger snarls.

Seokjin nods agreeing and starts the car, beginning the road to the police station.

The ride is silent except for the sound of other cars beside them and the radio in the background. While Seokjin's eyes are fixed on the road, Jungkook looked outside. He recognized no one. Of course...

His heart silently beats, and Jungkook wants to fall asleep at the boring event until his eyes fall on a red stain in the car.

He frowns, leaning down at the seat and slowly rubs his finger over the dried substance. It has no smell, but it feels rough and dried. Like blood when it protects the body from damage, but inside the veins where it flows like a storm.

Jungkook decides to stay quiet, a little suspicious about the red stain. He shrugs it off, continuing to look outside until the big building comes in sight, with a bright blue color, the words Seoul Police form clear in their vision.

Seokjin opens his mouth to tell Jungkook they've arrived, but the younger already steps out of the car with a dead look in his eyes.

The older feels sorry for him. Before the shooting, Jungkook was a completely different person. He used to be happy and a smiler, always in touch with everyone. But when he got shot, he turned into this cold manipulative man, who wants nothing and no one close to him.

And the truth is that Jungkook is just scared. He's afraid that he'll get hurt again if he comes close to another person.

It's why he's been distancing from Seokjin too...

The door slams open when Jungkook bursts into the office with an annoyed gaze. His lips are pressed into a firm line and his dark eyes reflect the light of the lamps.

"Oh! Jungkook-"

"Get on with it. Where is he?"

It was a wonder how most of the officers hadn't quit yet. Jungkook managed to make three of them quit just because of a stare because they said something he didn't like.

"A-ah... this way." The officer gulps with a nervous half-smile, his head down to avoid eye contact with the taller detective.

Jungkook doesn't wait for Seokjin, muttering something about how slow the older male was and how the police are bad at their job.

In the small room sits a young male, bored as ever. Blonde hair, slightly curled falls over his eyes, plump lips shimmering with a pretty pink and eyes that snap up to Jungkook when he hears him come in.

His posture fixes from a slumped bored one to a straight back and worried gaze, but Jungkook doesn't fall for it.

"Speak." He growls, taking a seat at the other end of the table.

Seokjin stumbles inside with a short apology and quickly sits down next to his cousin, cheeks flushed red.

"You look like you just saw a naked woman for the first time." The man laughs, his tone mocking and his hooded eyes shifting back and forth.

"I said, speak," Jungkook repeats, more firmly and dark, eyebrows furrowing and lips pulling down.

The man rolls his eyes. "Alright. Fine. My brother disappeared. That's the story, the end."

"Oh? You sound as if it happened before. Did it?" Seokjin asks curiously, grabbing a notebook and pen.

The boy nods. "Yeah, but he usually comes back in a few days. He's been gone for weeks now."

"And that's bad?" Jungkook mutters. "You have all the money to yourself."

"I don't care about money. How stupid Jumin may be, he is my brother."

Seokjin smiles. "Family before anything!"

"Sometimes." The man shrugs. "I always find him drunk at the club, but he was nowhere to be found, and the staff told me he didn't even show up like usual."

"Around what time?" Jungkook asks.

"Eight in the evening, usually I pick him up at one in the morning."

"Than that's where we'll go tonight," Jungkook says.

Both males turn to him in light confusion, wondering why Jungkook wanted to go to the club of all things. With people.

Jungkook catches their lingering stares and sighs deeply. Clear annoyance found in his voice. "We search the place for clues."

Seokjin's mouth falls agape and he mutters an oh before he quickly writes it down.

Jungkook snatches a file from the desk and slides it towards the male on the other side with a pen. "Fill this in as quickly as possible and we will inform you when we found something."

"So you don't even ask my name?"

"I will find out once you fill it in," Jungkook says, his gaze growing angrier at the stubborn male.

He sighs annoyed and grabs the pen, leaning over it and scribbling the answers down.

Jungkook watches his every move, eyes glancing at Seokjin. He just can't forget the red stain...

"Say, hyung... Have you been drinking again lately?" He asks suddenly, voice deep, indicating he demands an answer.

Seokjin shakes his head. "No, I quit a few years ago. Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

"Jungkook... Are you trying to drink?" Seokjin asks sternly.

"What do you see me for? Of course I don't drink. It's useless red liquid that stains." He snarls, making sure to emphasize the word it was all about.

Seokjin gulps, quickly turning back to his notebook. "I didn't start drinking."

"Too bad. Wine is a perfect relaxation drink." The male on the other side sighs, sliding the filled-in paper back to Jungkook, who immediately looks it over.

"Park Jimin, is that correct?"

"I filled it in. Of course it's correct!"

"Stop being so arrogant." Jungkook spits. "This world isn't at your feet, and even if it was, your brother wouldn't have run away then, would he?"

Jimin frowns angrily. "You keep my brother out of this!"

"I thought this was about your brother?" Seokjin asks confused, clearly not picking up on the situation.

Jimin mutters a few curses under his breath. "Yes! It is about my brother, this case! But not about mister arrogant!"

"Look in the mirror. Then you'll talk to mister arrogant." Jungkook snaps.

Jimin is about to make another comment, but Seokjin cuts in.

"Let's just... all go home and we'll meet at the club around eight," Seokjin says quickly. "Is that alright?"

"Fine." The two younger both snarl at each other.

Jungkook folds the forms and stuffs them in his pocket, bowing politely before he turns around and leaves the building. Seokjin runs behind him, unlocking the car before his cousin pulls the door out... Again.

"You need to feel more sympathetic, Jungkook." Seokjin mumbles, starting the car. "He looked really nice."

"Than you clearly didn't notice how stupid and selfish he was."

"Perhaps so, but I think a companion could be good for your social abilities. Especially with the club coming up."

"Don't start, hyung." Jungkook snarls. "I don't need your advice on how to act with people. I punch them, arrest them. Simple as that."

Seokjin sighs deeply, continuing the ride in silence, the only sound calming them both down a bit is the deep voice coming from the radio.

The younger always admired his friend. Back before the shooting, he had another friend, who left the path along the way because he didn't want to continue this.

Kim Taehyung became a successful actor and singer. Jungkook is proud of him, and also a bit jealous. He wished he could see him again, but both of them have changed so much, that Taehyung wouldn't even recognize him.

The young man he used to be friends with never contacted him after the Year Of The Rat.

Seokjin parks the car, and in silence, the two get out and open the door to the house.

Jungkook immediately goes back to the small room of books, where he placed his treadmill because his uncle didn't want an entire room for Jungkook to work out because he was concerned about his health.

Jungkook thought it was unnecessary to worry about himself, but he experienced many times where his chest gave out in him.

Working out, however, was the only thing that kept him busy. That kept his mind away from all the bad memories and-

Ding Dong

Jungkook frowns. The only one who ever came here was the police. Why would they come here just when they were there half an hour ago?

Jungkook steps off the treadmill, panting and sweat going to see who it is. He leans over the fence of the inside, just in front the stairs, eyes growing wide with anger when he sees that his uncle casually invites the blonde male inside.

And what is he carrying?

Suitcases.

If Jungkook thinks what he thinks it is, then he won't hesitate to stay in his room forever.

"Oh! Jungkook! Come down here!" Seokjin yells with a wide smile.

Jungkook shakes his head slowly. "I'm fine. Why is mister arrogant here?" He asks, clear annoyance in his tone.

Seokjin laughs softly, almost apologetically. "Remember when I said it would be good to have a companion? Park Jimin here is going to join our team for the search of his brother."

The blonde gives him a cocky smirk. "Won't you welcome me? I've never been greeted by a half-naked man before."

Jungkook looks down at himself and scowls at Jimin, turning around and slamming the door to the bathroom shut.

He grabs a towel, dries himself off, and puts on the shirt he wore yesterday.

"J-Jungkook? You aren't mad at me... Are you?" The nervous voice of Seokjin asks with a gentle knock on the door.

"Yes! I am mad at you!" Jungkook snaps. "You know I hate meeting new people, and suddenly the guy who thinks I'm arrogant comes into our house with suitcases as if he's going to live here! And he's working with us?! What does he know about crime detectives?!" Jungkook rambles angrily.

Seokjin flinches at his harsh tone. "I... I just thought it would be good for you..."

"You thought wrong." Jungkook snarls, opening the door and pushing past his uncle.

"I... He... Jimin is going to stay here until the case is solved..."

Jungkook's hands form tight fists and his jaw clenches, anger flowing through his veins. He shoves it away and ignores it, going to his own room and slamming it shut with a loud bang.

Jimin crosses his arms with a sigh. "He'll get over it."

Night falls, and Jungkook still hasn't gotten out of his room. Instead of working out he decided to play some Overwatch.

Though his frustration was getting to him. He wanted to play a hero who was completely based on reaction time, focus, and attention.

And someone stole his Widowmaker.

"Can I just please play Widow? I don't play anything else." He growls annoyed.

"Sorry dude, I picked her first." A voice on the other side replies.

"Just pick someone else, we need a healer anyway."

"Yeah, take Ana if you want to snipe so bad."

"You don't understand. Widowmaker is perfect for precision and focuses on both surroundings and your aim-"

"It's just a game," comes a voice from the doorway.

Jungkook turns his head, sighing deeply when Jimin watches his hero selection screen.

Jungkook frowns and decides to go with Hanzo, immediately getting commentary that makes him growl and grip his mouse tightly.

Jimin quickly lays his hand on Jungkook's. "Take a deep breath." He commands.

Jungkook glares at him, but does as he's told, taking a gasp of air and exhaling slowly.

Jimin presses H, and moves to the healers. Jungkook watches with hooded eyes as Jimin calmly hovers the cursor over three healers.

"Pick one,"

Jungkook bites his lip. Ana, Mercy, or Zenyatta. They all have their ups and downs.

Mercy can fly, but is an easy target if not played right.

Zenyatta moves slowly and is a squishy character. Especially against Sombra and tanks.

And Ana her abilities can safe you or get you killed. If you don't focus for one moment, you'll be dead on the ground because you were trying to heal Pharah.

(Look the game up if the characters are abracadabra. I have it too it's amazing. I'll place a picture of the heroes at the end of this chapter.)

Jungkook mutters a curse under his breath before clicking on Ana, seeming like the best option.

"Now get aside. This noob is going to win this game!" Jimin suddenly yells.

Jungkook's eyes widen when Jimin jumps onto his lap, pushing his hands away from the mouse and keyboard.

"So how do I move?" Jimin asks with a bright smile.

Jungkook blinks. "What...? W, A, S, and D. Left mouse to shoot, right mouse to scope in, E for your healing grenade, on enemies for no healing allowed, left shift for sleep dart, and space to jump." He quickly says.

"What does this mean?" Jimin asks, pointing at a CRITICAL sign.

"It means they're about to die, now go! I'll take over if you don't!" Jungkook yells, eyes focussed on the screen, his hands unknowingly resting on Jimin's thighs.

The blonde grins at the action, knowing he got himself a little of that cold heart to melt.

"So, how do I heal my team?"

"Shoot them."

"Doesn't that kill them?"

"Ana was designed that way and I don't know why. Now GO!" Jungkook yells.

Seokjin knocks on the door, causing both of the men to look up at him. Seokjin smiles sweetly at them, not wanting to disturb their little moment.

Jungkook's cold gaze returns and he turns away, shoving Jimin off him. The older male whines and scowls at him.

"Hey! I was just doing good!"

"You were moving around..."

"You couldn't even pass the selection screen!"

"Fuck off!" Jungkook snarls.

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook stands up, shoving Seokjin away and once again goes to his treadmill, but Seokjin grabs his shoulder.

"You should get ready. That's what I got you for. It's half past seven... Dress nicely and meet me downstairs."

Jungkook sighs. "Do I have to dress nicely?"

"It's so we won't be noticed."

"When are we..." Jungkook mutters.

Jimin lowers his head slightly. He liked having Jungkook so close. Did sitting on his lap ruin the soft bond he felt?

"Jimin? Get ready..."

Jimin nods at Seokjin's voice and feels the older's arm around him.

"Jungkook has always been like this... Well, at least, for a few years. He just doesn't like to be around people."

"I figured..." Jimin mumbles. "I just don't want him to think of me as arrogant. Did I really come off that way?" He asks softly.

Seokjin smiles slightly. "A little."

"I didn't mean to! Really! I was just annoyed because the police gave up so soon on finding him."

"Jungkook would want to hear that. Now get ready. Put on a nice shirt and you might impress him." Seokjin says and winks playfully.

Jungkook is already downstairs in a simple t-shirt and pants, timberlands tapping on the floor impatiently. His arms crossed, sighing when he sees his uncle on the phone, coming out very... flashy.

Not noticeable, he recommends. What does he wear?
A white suit with pink gems on the sleeves.

"But I can't-"

His voice gets cut off.

"I... I understand. Yes..."

Jungkook frowns. His uncle? His selfishly handsome uncle, self cautious?

"No, mister Kim. I won't let him..."

Jungkook waits, watching Seokjin in silence listen to the voice over the phone.

"Mister Kim, please, I can't see you tonight. I have an important crime to solve and I already lost so much! I really-"

Seokjin flinches, and even clamps his mouth shut abruptly.

"Yes, mister Kim. I'll bring it to you... Good night, sir."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him. "What's wrong?"

Seokjin smiles weakly at him. "Just work."

"But our boss is not Kim. Our boss is Choi."

"My second job..."

"You don't have it."

"I have secrets too, Jungkook!" Seokjin snaps sternly. "These things are private."

Jungkook sighs. "Fine. Let's just go to the club and get this over with."

Jimin, who comes trotting down the stairs nods. Jungkook's eyes roam over him for a split second, but his eyes move away as quickly as they came.

Once again the car starts, Jimin in the back, watching the stars outside. There are bright lights of open stores and clubs flash by them. But Jungkook only sees the people on the sidewalk.

The club is loud. Jungkook hates it. The three share a glance and go inside.

"Stay close everyone..." Jimin mumbles.

"But... if we split up, we cover more ground!" Seokjin protests.

Jimin sighs. "Such an old man... Fine. Jungkook, downstairs. Seok, upstairs, I'm going to the bar."

They nod and go their way.

Seokjin immediately runs up the stairs, through the doors of the kitchen. He pulls one of the drawers open, giving a soft nod to the men inside the room. He types a few numbers into the lock, shutting the drawer and watching the wall pull back and slide to the side.

Seokjin gulps, walking into the hallway. The sound of his shoes on the black marble floor echoes off the walls, and he stops in front of a white desk that's shining in the dim light.

No windows. No door. Just a wall and two men.

"Mister Kim..."

"The boy."

"Is here." Seokjin whimpers. "I still don't understand why you need my cousin. He's a boy who got shot a few years ago. Give him a break to enjoy his life. Mine is long over."

"Oh no, Seokjin, your life is just beginning." The deep voice chuckles.

"Please... What do you want me to do? How do I stop you?" Seokjin asks softly. "I've been trying for years..."

"Seokjin, I only need you to inject Jungkook with this." The male says, holding up a syringe. "It will make both of our lives easier."

"How will it?" Seokjin whimpers.

"It will... upgrade his instincts."

"It's going to turn him. Isn't it?" Seokjin growls, hands clenching to fists. "If you think I'm turning my cousin into a monster like you."

The man tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing. "You seem to become rebellious, Seokjin. Disobedient. Have you forgotten the consequences?"

Seokjin lifts his head with an angry frown, eyes spitting fire and the red-eyed male. "My life will not be worth that of my cousin. You can kill me, but don't you dare lay a hand on him, Namjoon!"

"But I won't." Namjoon smirks. "You will."

Fear replaces his flow of confidence as Seokjin suddenly realizes the mistake he made. Namjoon gets up from his comfortable chair.

"You saved me that day. By telling everyone I was insane and not a monster, you saved my life. You raised me, watched me grow."

Seokjin steps back with every step Namjoon does towards him.

"But... you were merely a child back then. Now that you're older, and hopefully wiser, you know that there is no stopping me. Do you know why, Seokjin?"

The human shakes in fear, praying his life will be saved by a miracle from the taller vampire in front of him.

"You had control of my life, my fate. But that was then. Now," Namjoon chuckles darkly, "I have control over yours. Over those of millions of people. I can decide whether you'll die or live a life like me. And I've decided your fate from today on forth."

Seokjin gulps. "P-please... Spare me."

"I won't kill you." Namjoon smirks. "You are too important to me for that. I'll allow you to live your life."

The vampire leans to Seokjin's ear, smirking as he whispers his final word.

"Forever."

Namjoon's actions are faster than lightning, pinning Seokjin's wrists and locking his feet in place. With his free hand, he tilts his prey's head up and licks his lips.

"Do you know why I asked you to wear white for me today?"

Seokjin groans, struggling to get out.

"It's because your skin looks very delicious in it. The blood I will drink today is not from your wrists. I'll be giving you the life of the Underworld. Prepare for the pain of obedience, my love."

Namjoon smirks as he licks over the soft and delicate human skin, his fangs growing sharp and emerging from their hiding spot, sinking themselves into Seokjin's skin.

Through the loud screams that echo in the room, Namjoon drains his humanity. Every human aspect of him is gone, leaving the human limp in his hands.

Namjoon licks over the wound to let it heal, sinking his bloodied fangs into his own wrist and tilts Seokjin's head up, drops of his own blood falling onto the human's tongue.

Namjoon waits impatiently for the human, when Seokjin's eyes snap open and a loud hiss erupts from his throat, eyes red as a rose.

His chest heaves up and down, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His vision clears and his eyes land on Namjoon.

"Welcome back, my love. Are you finally ready to obey me?"

"Yes, sir."

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