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"You look good in those unicorn slippers by the way."

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Seokjin sighed, on his way to leave the hospital. His medications had been refilled and he didn't seem to be improving. He looked around him at the other patients who had more serious problems. One of them, a lady, she looked like a zombie almost. Her skin was pale, and her nails were long and sharp. Her eyes were wide open like plates and her breathing was ragged.

Seokjin felt sorry for the patients who had it worse than him. Sometimes he wished he could trade lives with them for a week so they knew how it was to live like a normal person again instead of traumas or sleeping on the verge of death.

He passed the woman with a polite nod, wincing when the woman suddenly grabbed his wrist. The skin around the woman's hand became white, indicating the tight grip she had on him.

They stayed quiet, simply blinking at each other before the woman scraped her hand away, her nails digging into Seokjin's skin.

Seokjin winced, inhaling sharply, but smiling at her as he rubbed the slowly bleeding skin, saying that it was okay. The woman gave him a crooked bow and a toothy grin, walking away.

Seokjin didn't know what happened, but he should get the wound treated. It rained, but luckily Seokjin didn't live far from the hospital, thus he could run quickly.

The blood ran down his arm in the rain, making it sting and itch. As soon as he got home, he cleaned it with alcohol and wrapped a bandage around it.

He sighed to himself and frowned. The wound felt itchy. Very itchy. Seokjin rubbed his hand over the bandaid to ease it, but it only seemed to make it worse. He began to scratch, eventually just pulling the bandaid off and easing the deadly itch he felt.

He had scratched it further open, and even more blood ran down his arm. He frowned. It itched, it burned, it annoyed him. He growled to himself, setting his bleeding arm in a bucket of cold water after he got himself into his pajamas and into bed, slightly easing the itch. He fell asleep, having to stay on his belly to keep his arm in the water.

The wound pulsed on his skin while Seokjin was asleep. It pulsed and throbbed, slowly spreading through the veins in his arm.

Seokjin's body twitched, jerking in his sleep, throwing his arm out of the water, making the wound throb on his arm, slowly closing itself into a scar, forcing the blood out of his body by squeezing it through the small cuts.

Seokjin's body jerked up, arching his back when a strangled choked cry left his lips, still asleep. The strange sting and burn streamed through his blood in his body. His fingers twitched, his nails growing into sharp long claws that ripped his sheets apart.

His body lit up in the moonlight that shone through his curtains, his skin becoming paler as his blood squeezed itself out of him in every way possible. From his ears, out of his mouth, through his body and private liquids.

His heart slowed down to barely one beat a minute, his eyes snapped open, his iris color had disappeared completely. A loud dry scream erupted from his throat, the adrenaline hitting his brain. His gums hurt tremendously as fangs began to form themselves, cutting into a sharp pointy shape and growing longer.

His clothes were bloodied with his own blood, his iris' a piercing white, almost inseparable from the actual eyeballs themselves. His muscles throbbed inside of his body, and Seokjin screamed when he felt them swell up, pushing his muscles further out.

His vision was glassy and blurry, his body in extreme pain and his fingers itching to hurt something. A growl erupted from his throat. An animalistic growl that mixed with a snake's slithering hiss.

He arched his back, his vision finally becoming clear. His breathing calmed down ever so slightly, feeling all of the pain slowly fade away into nothing but the sting of the wound on his arm.

Seokjin's head pounded, feeling as if it had been hit with a bat made of rocks and a razor. Slowly, his eyes drifted closed and he passed out asleep, being able to feel the scar pulsing on his skin.

He had a strange feeling. A strange feeling as if he had to be doing something. Something he never thought he'd do.

Seokjin woke up, not even two hours later, having the urge to feed on something. His fangs itched to be sinking into something, and it wasn't an apple...

His heart was slow, but it barely worked. Seokjin looked outside, pushing the curtains further aside. The moonlight shone on his face, bringing out his new features.

His wine-red eyes, flowing in different colors through the iris glass. It was his very own blood that was stuck in there.

Fangs poked in his bottom lip, a craving to be outside rushing through his veins. He stepped outside in his pajamas, his cute unicorn slippers on his feet and a bathrobe around his body.

He wasn't even cold, but seeing a man in pajamas over the street was weird. He locked the door, for a moment staring at his claw-shaped nails. He liked them...

He sniffed, sensing someone getting closer to him. His head snapped to the right, seeing a woman in the far distance. He licked his lips absently, the scent of her blood overpowering the scent of her perfume.

As if it was something he had all his life, his body disappeared in a flash, running at a speed too fast for the human eye to catch.

Before he knew it he was clawing at the woman's wrists and clothes, finally feeling the urge to claw something fade. But it came back as soon as it started.

His fangs extended, sliding past his bottom lip as he sunk them through the epidermis, slowly sinking them further into the flesh and through her veins, moaning of the sweet taste when it spilled from her skin.

He felt the woman's body tremble and jerk in his grip, her heartbeat slowing down to the point of being barely beatable. Seokjin caught a glimpse of her pleading eyes, but ignored them as he continued to suck her life source out of her until she slid down the wall, her heartbeat dying down into a last weak thump.

Seokjin growled to himself. He felt... powerful. His body was shaking of the energy he got. He wanted more of it..

He ran out to find more humans to feast on.

Two,
Three,
Four,

Five... The fifth was different.

He was already like him... The shorter male had bright yellow and red eyes, his hair a pitch black that matched with his pale skin and black painted nails.

Seokjin liked his looks.

"Why are you out like that?" The creature huffed. "If you feast, do it with style." Seokjin chuckled and scoffed. "I would have done that if it wasn't my first time ever feeling like this."

The creature widened his eyes slightly. "Your first time?" He mumbled. "So she did it after all." "Who did what?" Seokjin asked. "Do you know someone at the hospital near here who had really long crooked dirty nails?" The creature asked.

Seokjin immediately nodded. "She accidentally scratched me. The wound woke me up when it began to burn." The creature laughed mockingly. "That wasn't an accident." He growled.

"She was dying, but she wanted to let her legacy live on." The creature scoffed. "She chose you as her next victim." "So... she made me this." "Exactly." "It's not a weird gene I got from my parents?" "No."

Seokjin frowned. "How long until this goes away?" The creature smirked. "Never." He clicked his tongue amused at Seokjin's emotionless reply, kicking the dead body of his prey a few feet away.

"The name's Park Jimin." He said with an amused grin. "Wanna come along?" Seokjin sighed. "I should make the best of it, shouldn't I?" "That's the spirit, stranger." Jimin smirked. "I'm Kim Seokjin." He mumbled.

Jimin put his hands in his pockets, careful not to cut through the fabric and signed. "The night's beautiful, isn't it?" Seokjin nodded absently. "Yeah..." "You look good in those unicorn slippers by the way." Jimin chuckled. "One way of going out, isn't it?"

Seokjin nodded again. "I... didn't think." "Of course you didn't. I once went out naked because I didn't feel like dressing after I got thirsty while I was showering." "That's disgusting." Seokjin commented. "But it was fun." Jimin chuckled.

The two walked in silence for a few minutes, hearing each other's calm breathing and Seokjin's slow beating heart.

"You're not fully dead yet." Jimin said softly. "Should I be?" Seokjin asked. "Sort of. My heart doesn't beat." "Does that mean I'm still part human?" "No. You're one of us, clearly. Else your nails wouldn't be that pretty and your fangs wouldn't be that sharp." Jimin chuckled.

Seokjin looked at Jimin's hands. "You clearly take your nature well." "Yeah, of course." Jimin smiled. "These babies are the things that make our species." "How do you mean?" Seokjin asked. "You know how vampires have venom in their fangs?" Jimin sighed. "Well, we have that in our nails. It's our DNA that passes onto the one we scratched or hurt, if not killing them first."

Seokjin tilted his head. "So if I accidentally scratch someone... They'll become like us?" Jimin nodded. "At night." "Why at night?" "You're full of questions." Jimin mumbled. "Our body functions better in the dark. Our eyesight, sensitivity of our skin, sunlight is the best way to kill us."

"So we aren't immortal?" Seokjin asked. "No. Nothing kills you except for sunlight and a stab in the heart or unless someone cuts your head off." Jimin smirked. "Why? Thinking about a robbery?"

Seokjin shook his head. "I'm thinking about killing someone." "That's my kind of thing." Jimin chuckled. "Let's go. I bet you're feeling like drowning in your thirst." Seokjin let an unintentional hiss erupt from his throat, the feeling only becoming stronger at the thought.

Jimin couldn't help but smirk and awe at the same time. It sounded so unfamiliar to his throat and yet so threatening. "Yeah? Good, let's go."

Seokjin followed Jimin around, taking it to heart that he was faster and more experienced. Seokjin picked up a scent. A rich scent...

His eyes began to glow a bright red, running past Jimin to grab the human male who was casually walking down the street between other humans.

Seokjin paid no mind to the other humans. It was that man who was smelling so good.

He pushed other humans away, not even realizing that his nails were cutting through their skin, sinking his fangs into the human's neck.

Jimin watched him, taking a bit of time to progress what the fuck just happened.

Humans were scratching at their wound, but as he had explained earlier, it only happens in the dark. These streets are lit up with street lights everywhere, and it was a miracle how Seokjin's eyes weren't burning yet.

Jimin was a few hundred years old. He couldn't get into any light but the moon. It was sad, honestly. He would have loved to join.

One of the men who had been a part of the scratch-fest, quickly ran towards home, not wanting to know what happened.

His brown hair had been slightly damped by sweat after his workout session. He shouldn't do such a thing that late, but he was a strange man. He didn't care. And neither did his boyfriend.

He shut the door rather loudly, drawing the attention from his partner. "Taehyung?" Namjoon asked. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Taehyung just nodded, rubbing his hands over the wound and quickly pulling his sleeve down, not wanting Namjoon to see it and become all concerned about him, since he himself didn't even know what happened. "I'm... fine. Tough workout is all." He smiled.

Namjoon returned him a loving smile, his dimples popping out to show. Taehyung could feel his stomach tickle with butterflies, quickly pecking his lover's lips. "But it's okay."

Namjoon hummed quietly in approval, laying back on the couch to observe his boyfriend. His eyes fell over every perfect curve. There was nothing that could ruin his love for the boy.

The TV was blaring things into their ears, but all he could focus on was how pretty his boyfriend looked while drenched in sweat, smiling like a child, and hiding his arms behind his back with a cute blush on his face.

Namjoon leaned up to give Taehyung a passionate kiss, smiling at him as he caressed his cheek. "I love you, baby. Go ahead and shower." "I don't smell that bad, do I?" Taehyung whined. "I'm not sleeping with you when you're sweating like that." Namjoon chuckled. "I know you don't like it, but I promise we'll sleep together after that, okay? Then it'll be one shower a day."

Taehyung smiled brightly, nodding happily at him before throwing his bag on the floor and his jacket, running to the bathroom.

Namjoon frowned slightly. Was that... blood running down Taehyung's arm?

Taehyung locked the door behind him, whining at the itchy feeling on his wound. He began to scratch it, only to have it itch even more until it began to burn. He had forgotten to turn the lights on, quickly pressing the button.

His eyes widened in terror when even more blood ran down to his hand. He had completely scratched it open. The wound was pulsing on his skin, almost as if it had a heartbeat.

Taehyung gulped nervously, quickly undressing and hopping in the shower, sighing of relief to feel the itch fade slightly, seeing the pulsing come to a stop.

He continued to happily wash his body, thinking of how peaceful it would be to sleep with his hyung's arms around him again.

Lately, Namjoon's job had gotten in the way of them sleeping together. It was either Namjoon wasn't home, or way too late. But tonight was different! They were free for two whole weeks! And no way Taehyung would pass out on a good time with his boyfriend.

He turned the water off, grabbing a towel and quickly rushing it over his body to dry himself off a bit. He winced in pain when the wound began to bleed again. He had to bandage it...

He opened the mirror-medicine-cabinet, grabbing the things he needed to bandage his wound.

But it itched.

It fucking itched and burned.

Taehyung just rubbed over it to ease it. Not that it worked... He just had to ignore it. Luckily Taehyung was good at ignoring feelings. He ignored his muscle aches for days and now they didn't affect him anymore!

He threw the towel over the drying rack above the bathtub to let the water drip down into the drain and quickly walked towards the bedroom, putting on a pair of boxers and his pajama pants.

His hair was a mess after being dried, but he didn't give a single shit! He skipped towards the couch to Namjoon, who chuckled at his happy Taehyung. He opened his legs for Taehyung to sit between, rushing his hand through his fluffy brown hair once he had comfortably settled down.

Taehyung's head leaned against Namjoon's chest, instead getting a cartoon on Netflix going for the younger. Namjoon's eyes fixed to his bandaged arm. "What happened?" He asked softly. His voice was sweet and a bit hoarse, as if he was tired, but more... him. Taehyung looked at his arm, coming up with a quick excuse.

"I hurt myself on the treadmill."

"What did you do?"

"I fell."

"How?"

"By thinking the treadmill could carry me like a horse, so I just stopped and ended up falling."

Namjoon blinked a few times. It sounded quite a lot like Taehyung. He did the strangest things. For now, he brushed it off, caressing the bandaged wound carefully.

Taehyung flinched suddenly, a painful burn spreading over his body. "D-don't do that..." "Does it hurt a lot?" Namjoon asked gently. Taehyung pouted and nodded. "Kiss me better?"

Namjoon chuckled amused, spreading soft fluttery kisses all over Taehyung's face.

Taehyung hadn't even noticed the wound had started pulsing again, loosening the bandage, ever so slightly...

Taehyung shifted slightly, so that he was sitting on Namjoon's lap. Leaning his head back would hurt his neck. Namjoon smiled and connected their lips passionately, loving the way Taehyung shivers at his gentle touch.

Their kiss deepens, soft sighs and breathy moans slip past their lips as their hands roam on each other's body, wanting to feel more of each other's warmth.

Taehyung slips his tongue past Namjoon's plumped lips, and the older happily complies in opening his mouth and welcoming Taehyung's warm pink tongue, both breathing deeply as sexual tension rises.

As they both fall into a sexual bliss, the wound on Taehyung's arm begins to itch and burn, making him whimper as it shoots up his arm like an electric shock.

"Baby, are you okay?" Namjoon asks, his voice is all husky and filled up with built-up desire.

Taehyung didn't want to ruin the moment, so he smiles and plants a kiss on Namjoon's cheek, trying his best to ignore the pain surging up his arm. "I'm fine. Let's take this party to the bedroom." He teases, showing off his wide boxy smile.

Namjoon can agree with that and gently slaps Taehyung on his ass before lifting him off his lap and tugging him over to their bedroom. "I can't wait to hear those sinful moans of yours." The older male purrs, closing the bedroom door and locking it. "Take off those clothes, baby boy, they're in the way." He says as he proceeds to take off his shirt.

Taehyung bites his lower lip, feeling both horny and in pain. He tries his best to block out the burning, itching sensation on his arm and takes off his clothes, whimpering as he goes.

Namjoon fully undresses and grumbles as he sees Taehyung struggling to get out of his own clothes. "Allow me to help you, baby boy." He shakes his head with a giggle and goes up to his boyfriend, helping him out of his clothes and pushing him onto the bed.

The wound begins to throb and pulsate. For a moment, Taehyung sees stars as that burning pain shoots up his arm again, much more painful than the first, causing him to let out a faint cry.

"Taehyung? If your arm is hurting you, we can stop." Namjoon suggests, slowly backing away from Taehyung, but the younger male pulls him on the bed and on top of him.

"It's okay, just be gentle." He smiles through the pain. It's only temporary, he thinks.

Namjoon gives a small nod and goes in for a kiss, settling himself between Taehyung's legs and softly begins to caress Taehyung's body.

Taehyung trembles at his touch, momentarily ignoring the pain on his arm and trying to focus on Namjoon's sweet kisses and soft touches.

The pain returns again, forcing its way up his arm and down his back. Taehyung for sure lost his breath at that moment seeing white for a few seconds before biting down hard on his lip to suppress a scream.

He arches his back, his chest pushing up against Namjoon's, making the taller male groan and run his hands between Taehyung's legs, rimming his heat with his fingers.

"I'm going to make you feel very good." Namjoon winks and pushes two fingers inside Taehyung, causing the younger male to spasm and moan.

With Namjoon fingering him, Taehyung tries his best to ignore that fiery pain surging up his arm and back. His wound was itching like crazy, pushing him on the brick of crying, but he holds it in as Namjoon finishes stretching him and sets his cock at his sentence.

Namjoon slides himself deep into Taehyung and the younger yelps out in pain, eyes rolling back as that pulsating pain runs down his back and through his legs, ripping through his body like a whip.

Namjoon goes in with deep strokes, brushing his cock along Taehyung's inner walls, moaning into Taehyung's ear as the younger's walls clench around him.

Taehyung's back arches again, moaning loudly in pain, but for Namjoon, he mistakes it for pleasure, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Taehyung was going through.

The pulsation furthers throughout Taehyung's body, causing tears to draw from his eyes as he feels his body become foreign to him.

His mind draws blank, his thoughts fading in and out as that terrible pain consumes him. An animalistic cry leaves his lips as his fangs begin to push out of his gums, his eyes dilating and changing its hue.

Namjoon was completely unaware of the danger that was beneath him at that very moment, too engrossed in making love to his boyfriend.

Taehyung's nails begin to grow, becoming sharp as a knife. He grips at the bedsheets, ripping them aggressively, growling like an animal in heat.

Then he wraps his arms around Namjoon, an animalistic urge overcoming him as he scratches deep into Namjoon's back, causing the older to stop and yelp in pain.

"Taehyung, what the- OH SHIT!!" Namjoon shouts, pulling out of Taehyung and stumbling off the bed in sheer horror.

Taehyung hisses loudly at him, jumping up from the bed and ripping the bandage off his arm. Namjoon's eyes are wide as he crawls back to the wall at the sight of the monster his boyfriend has become. He feels blood trickling down his back, and with it comes a deep, throbbing pain.

He yells out in pain, his body beginning to shake when Taehyung tilts his head at him and crouches down. Namjoon's wide eyes stare at Taehyung's deep red ones, his iris glowing as a psychopathic smirk grows on his face.

"Joonie..."

Namjoon shivers. Taehyung's voice was low and gravelly, his voice still recovering from his screams. "T-Taehyung..." "You smell nice." Taehyung hisses suddenly.

Namjoon flinches when Taehyung tilts his head by yanking at his hair, exposing his neck. Taehyung chuckles when Namjoon visibly starts to shake. He inhales his scent sharply, moaning in delight. "So delicious."

Namjoon screams out in pain when Taehyung's long sharp fangs penetrate his delicate skin. Namjoon could feel the scratch wounds on his back starting to burn and itch at every tug Taehyung took.

Namjoon began to squirm, trying to ease the torturing burn. Taehyung chuckled deeply. He slid his fangs out, licking a stripe from the holes in his neck to his earlobe, whispering darkly. "Is my baby boy itchy?" He teases.

Namjoon whines at the nickname. That was for his boyfriend, not for him...

He screamed out in pain, tears welling in his eyes when Taehyung's nails dug into his back again. "Let me ease it." Taehyung growled, ripping his nails down his back, the wounds pulsing on Namjoon's skin. Taehyung smirked at the sight, seeing the blood on his back, running down his naked body.

"You're so pretty like this, Joonie..." Taehyung growls. "Hurt by me. Bleeding by me. So close to fainting on me. And once you do, I'll be watching you. I'll be watching the way you grow into my species and become my perfect lover. We'll feed together from the blood and flesh of the pathetic humans that roamed this earth for too long. It's time for a little change.."

Namjoon looks up at him, his sight blurred. Somewhere... in the very dark corners of his mind, he likes that idea. He weakly looks up at his boyfriend, his consciousness slowly fading away. He smirks. A weak, dark smirk that screams the evil that is growing inside of him like a parasite.

Taehyung kisses him one more time, their lips and tongue clashing together before Taehyung can feel Namjoon's kiss become weaker. How the thumps of his cute human heart slow down and his boyfriend passes out.

Seokjin feels the energy grow inside him with every kill, with every battle, with every accidental scratch.

Jimin followed his every step, his liking growing to the newly turned. He likes how ruthless he is. He likes how much he yearns for another kill. How he craves for the dark.

The unknown flutters in his stomach make him sick. His breath gets stuck in his throat when Seokjin turns from his prey to look at him with psychopathic eyes and yet asking him for something.

Jimin tilts his head, kneeling down next to him, ripping some of the cut open flesh from the human's body and stuffing it in his mouth. "Hm?" He asks quietly.

"Am I... Am I even doing this right?" Seokjin asks. "Am I being this creature the right way? Am I... living right?" "Why do you think you aren't living right?" Jimin asks. "I think you're quite the murderer."

Seokjin smiles slightly. "You just never seem to join me. It makes me wonder if I'm doing it wrong." "Not at all." Jimin chuckles. "Would you want me to kill with you?" He asks. "To drink their blood with you? Rip their limbs apart? Sucking their life out of them?"

Seokjin nods. "I would. I want to see you kill. I want to see the real you." Jimin growls lowly. There it was again. Those butterflies. "The real me isn't a pretty picture, Seokjin." "Can't imagine it being much different than me."

Jimin sighs and chuckles lowly. "Fine. Next time I see a prey, it's mine." "What if I catch it?" Seokjin asks, smirking darkly. "Depends. What do you want?" Jimin asks.

"You."

Jimin raises an eyebrow. "You want to kill me? You can't-" "I want you. I don't want to kill you. I just want you." Seokjin chuckles. "You want to reproduce with me?" Jimin asks, his voice hidden by shock. "No! I mean... sure if you're up for it, but I just mean... hanging out, killing together. You're one of the first people I've met who I enjoy being around."

Jimin chuckles and looks up at him. "But then there won't be a bet. We won't need to make one if we both crave for the same thing." Seokjin smirked. "You crave my attention." "Perhaps I do." Jimin mumbles.

"You've been so lonely." Seokjin growls. "So lonely these past few years. Craving for someone to pay attention to you. Your heart doesn't beat for anyone or anything, sympathy is not anywhere near you. All you want is to kill and feast. But no one is there to admire your work."

Jimin inhales sharply when Seokjin's plump lips connect with the shell of his ear. "No one is there to appreciate your art. Your beauty." Seokjin continues, kissing down to Jimin's very own scratch mark on his shoulder.

"But now you have me."

Jimin feels his body tense.

"And I won't leave you. Do you know why?"

Jimin doesn't move or reply.

"Because I enjoy who you are. I crave to see it more."

Jimin quickly turns around and connects their lips together shortly. The contact seeming enough for Seokjin to smirk of hunger. Jimin slowly makes eye contact with him, an evil smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Than let me show you what the real me does."

Somewhere in Daegu, the streets have been transformed into a battlefield. Humans are running, being eaten, killed, or turned.

The black-haired male manages to make it to his house, sighing deeply. "This can't go on..." He mumbles. "Agreed." Hoseok, his roommate, says softly. "When will they leave?" The youngest whimpers.

The two men found the boy on the streets, shivering and shaking. And so the trio formed.

"I don't think they ever will." Yoongi replies. "They're with many, and their species grows with the second." Hoseok nods in agreement. "We have to stay put until someone can help us."

"I'm just a college student!" Jungkook sobs. "I don't deserve this!" "Do you think we do?" Yoongi snaps. "Listen up, kid. We saved your sorry ass. Our fridge has basically been eaten empty by Hoseok before all of this started. One of us will have to go out to either buy or steal more food so we can survive for some time."

None of them spoke. Of course they didn't want to go outside. It was a chaotic disaster out there. Yoongi's eyes fall on Jungkook and points at him. "They're with little for now. We let you go first so you have more chance to live, then Hoseok and me."

"Why are you last?" Hoseok asks, a dart of pain hitting his heart when Yoongi sees the sad look in his eyes. Yoongi's always had a crush on him. He was just too scared to admit...

"Because my life is further than yours. If I die, I have lived longer. You'll be safe for a little bit. Once I die, you need to run while they're distracted on me."

Hoseok shakes his head. "You won't die." "One of us eventually will." Yoongi growls. "Snap to reality. This is not a war. It's an apocalypse. There are no zombies who want to eat our brains. These are creatures unknown to entire world. No one knows where they came from, what they are, or why this all started. Let go how it all started."

Jungkook gulps and nods. "I'll... I'll go. Right now... Yeah?" "Whatever feels best." Yoongi says softly. "We care about you, Kookie. Stay safe and in the light. I know it seems weird, but they can't seem to go into the light without wanting to run away."

Jungkook nods. "I'll try my best, hyung. What do I take?" "Healthy food, maybe some freshwater-" "Or Sprite." "Fruits and packaged things that stay good for a long period of time." Yoongi lists. "It doesn't have to be much. Take what you can get."

Jungkook smiles and nods taking a backpack and peeking out of the window. He gulps. "Hyung... the lights are broken." "What...?" Yoongi mumbles.

With wide eyes, Yoongi watches as some of the newly transformed creatures break the lamps, slowly turning their city completely dark.

"I'll go..." Yoongi mumbled. "N-no... I will." Hoseok says quickly, taking the backpack from Jungkook. Yoongi yells at him not to do it, but Hoseok steps outside before he can do anything to stop him.

Immediately Hoseok begins to run to the grocery store. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Hey." A deep voice grumbles. Hoseok ignores it and carefully steps through the broken windows, taking whatever he can get.

He freezes and gulps when two large hands rest on his shoulder. "I greeted you. It's rude not to greet back." The voice growls again. Hoseok gulps. "Please... Let me live... Spare me."

"I won't kill you." The male hisses. "My boyfriend doesn't like that if I do it on my own. He wants to be here too, but currently, he's busy with someone else."

"So... you'll spare me?" Hoseok asks. "I will. Just promise me one thing." The creature growls. "Once the sun rises, and all of us go to hide, you will stay inside. It will be dangerous for you."

Hoseok yelps when the creature flicks his nail over the skin in the nape of his neck. "Promise me." Hoseok nods quickly. "Yes... Yes, I promise." "Excellent.."

Hoseok feels the hands disappear and a small breeze makes him shiver when he sees the blur of the creature's body run away in a speed he couldn't catch.

Hoseok quickly runs home, but halfway, he grits his teeth out in pain. His body shakes as he falls to the floor.

It's dark. Very dark. His energy fades as he bleeds. Blood leaves his body... It drips out of his mouth, from his nose, his eyes. He screams out in pain, but no one hears it over the sound of other human screams.

His body begins to shake and spasm as the wound in his neck begins to burn and itch. Hoseok drops the backpack and immediately scratches his nails over the wound.

The wound only gets bigger, and Hoseok falls onto the brick floor, feeling the burning sensation spread over his body. He stops bleeding, his breathing is heavy as his heart beats barely once a minute, his eyes sting and his gums hurt. Fangs grow, his eyes glowing red as a dark desire takes over him.

In his blurred sight, he sees someone. He speaks. It the same man from earlier.

"What do you think Tae?" The man chuckles. There is someone next to the man, someone just like him. "I think he's weak." The other man scoffs. "All the weakest humans can be great predators." The first one says. "Begging for his life. He 'll be the one to make them beg."

Hoseok's eyes snap open at that. He likes that idea... Darkness flows through his veins when he gets up, feeling dirty and pathetic once he noticed the backpack.

"How do you feel?" The second man asks. Hoseok chuckles. His voice is deep and low, danger showing in his every move.

"Evil."

Jungkook is sobbing in Yoongi's arms. "B-but hyung! What if h-he doesn't c-come back?" "He will come back." Hoseok growls. "He is Jung-fucking-Hoseok. Best man alive."

"Think again." The deep voice of Hoseok growls.

The two immediately turn around. "How did you get in?!" Jungkook yells. "We didn't hear the door!" Yoongi's eyes are wide, tears brimming and threatening to fall.

Jungkook quickly gets up and hugs Hoseok tightly, making Hoseok smirk darkly. His nails set at Jungkook's back, digging them into his skin and slicing through his skin.

Jungkook screams out in utter pain, crying and sobbing when Hoseok sinks his fans in his neck and sucks most of his blood away.

Yoongi carefully steps back when Jungkook's boy spasms on the ground and Hoseok is walking towards him. "What's the matter?" Hoseok chuckles. "Cat got your tongue?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "I knew this would happen one way or another." "Than be a willing victim." Hoseok growls, slamming Yoongi's vulnerable human body against the wall.

Yoongi smiles slightly. He nods and tilts his head, placing his lips on Hoseok's. Hoseok doesn't care for the act. All he wants to to be with Yoongi and Jungkook. Forever.

His fangs dig through the epidermis and suck the life source out of Yoongi's body as Jungkook quickly gets up.

His red eyes are shining with hunger when Yoongi feels the youngest claw at his body. Yoongi is in pain. It's the worst he's ever felt and it makes him want to die. But then... darkness spreads around him. The corners of his mouth twitch until they form an evil grin, his body hurting as the dark desires grow within him.

Fangs start to grow and his eyes begin to glow a bright red as his own blood fills his iris. His nails grow sharp and long, into blades that are itching to cut.

A loud hiss erupts from his throat as he pulls Hoseok towards him, pressing their lips together again. Hoseok wastes no time to kiss back this time, and Jungkook just pouts. "You kiss him but not me?"

"Do you want a kiss from your hyungs?" Hoseok teases, with a dark grin. Jungkook nods. "Do you want to kill with your hyungs?" Yoongi asks with a deep growl. Jungkook nods again.

In the next second, Yoongi has Jungkook pushed against him, their tongues poking each other's long sharp fangs as they battle. Hoseok's lips are attacking Jungkook's neck, making the younger whimper.

This might be the best day of their lives.

Namjoon growls as he rips another human to shreds. Taehyung stands beside him, placing a soft yet rough kiss in his neck. "So sexy when you kill like that..." "We never finished what we started today." Namjoon purrs. "So?" "So let's finish it."

Jimin hisses loudly, his fangs and lips are covered in blood, in his hand he holds one of the man's testicles he had killed. He just felt like ripping it off.

Seokjin kisses his neck again. "So beautiful..." "I know." Jimin chuckles, but freezes at his next words that make him love the man just a lot more.

"So lovable..."

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