[|Cooking|NamJin|]

"Just relax, Namjoon. This will hurt a lot less if you do."

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Namjoon frowned as he bumped his foot against the lamp post, wincing in pain. It just wasn't his day. He sighed deeply and annoyed, making it to the cooking class he was having.

With his roommate leaving the apartment, and Namjoon being the clumsy man he is, he had to learn how to cook properly. That wasn't all too easy though.

"No, no, no! Namjoon!" A loud yelp was heard from Namjoon in a high pitched tone when his stove caught fire. And what's worse is the food wasn't even burned. It was the pot.

Ever since that day he was never allowed near the stove again. Today was safe though. A salad was on the schedule, and lucky for Namjoon, he liked salads. With meat of course.

He smiled at his chef. "Sorry for last week." He said quickly, boring politely. The chef waved it off with a bright smile. "It's the past. But still, leave the stove alone." He chuckled.

Namjoon smiled and took his place, greeting the other students.

Though they weren't in high school, in fact, graduated and adults, they still seemed like students to the chef, who was not even that much older then Namjoon.

Chef Jung Hoseok.
The perfectionist.
The Sunshine.
The Master Chef.

Whatever his name was, he was always happy and smiling. Namjoon, even from his clumsiness, was one of his favorites because he was always polite.

One time, he burned the cookies and apologized in a whiny child-like attitude, saying he really wanted them to work to please him, just, once.

"Alright kids!" Hoseok yelled happily. "Today's easy! Today's fun! Today's healthy! We're making a salad. Tomatoes, lettuce, maybe some eggs, what your taste may be. The importance is the perfect shape of the lettuce and contacts of your salad. You'll be getting the basic ingredients from me, the rest is over at the fridge and freezer."

Namjoon smiled. This was one he couldn't mess up!

He washed his hands and happily hopped towards the fridge, tying the apron straps into his belt. Last time he tried to tie it they broke. He grabbed the package of eggs and grabbed one from it. He was only one man. He grabbed some salad dressing and croutons, lastly looking back to see the tomatoes and lettuce on the place.

Hoseok smiled proudly, tapping Namjoon's shoulder. "Careful with the knife." He chuckled. Namjoon scoffed. "I'm always careful." "Sure." Hoseok rolled his eyes playfully. "We've seen weird things, but you top the line."

"We've seen Jungkook with sweet potatoes that loved their plate so much they didn't move from it. He danced with them and they stuck to it like glue!" Namjoon whined.

Jungkook looked up at hearing his name and chuckles. "That was fun." Hoseok nodded. "But seriously. Be careful." He said worriedly. Namjoon nodded, smiling kindly.

He returned to his kitchen corner, carefully grabbing the large sharp knife. "Alright... You can do this Namjoon. Claw hand, like Hoseok taught you."

He set his hand on the lettuce, carefully shaping it into a claw, so the knife hit his knuckles. He carefully began slicing it in half, then that piece in half, and that one in half, into smaller pieces of lettuce, sliding them into a large bowl.

He looked at his hand. Nothing. It really does work! He smiled widely and pulled a tomato from the smaller bowl Hoseok had put it in. He smiled, cutting the tomato in half, and in slices.

He inhaled sharply, wincing of pain when he accidentally slipped a finger. "Shit!" He cursed, quickly putting his bleeding finger in his mouth.

Hoseok abruptly looked up, speeding towards him. "Aish! I told you to be careful!" "I got over-exited." Namjoon whined. Hoseok gently took Namjoon's hand, wincing at how it looked. "It's a tough one. You'll have to wait to let it heal."

Namjoon frowned. "I messed up, didn't I?" "Quite badly." Hoseok nodded. He sighed deeply. "Listen Namjoon. I know you need to learn this, but I feel like the damage is becoming quite a big deal. I'm sorry buddy, but I think it's better to hire one of the Private Home Chefs. They'll be able to make you much more comfortable with using this stuff in your own kitchen."

Namjoon sighed sadly. "Yeah... I get it." He smiled. "You don't want me hurting myself more than I already do." Hoseok bit his lip. "Please? I'm doing this for your safety." Namjoon nodded. "If it makes you happier, than I'll do it, hyung." He said confidently. "I'll hire a PHC. Please, stay safe."

"Oh, I will, I'm the one who needs to ask you that." Hoseok said quickly. Namjoon chuckled. "I'll ask Jimin to help me with this. Thank you for all the lessons, Hoseok hyung. You've been a real help to me, even if it doesn't seem like it."

Hoseok smiled. "Goodbye hug?" He opened his arms. Namjoon nodded happily and wrapped his arms around Hoseok's chest, embracing him in a tight hug, careful with his bleeding finger.

"I'll see you again, hyung." Namjoon said smiling. "I'll come by some time!" "No you don't! Stay away from my kitchen!" Hoseok laughed, waving the younger goodbye as Namjoon left the kitchen with a sad smile. "I'll miss you." Was the last thing he said.

Hoseok sighed deeply. "I'll miss you too... Clumsy Goofball."

Namjoon winced as he walked to the male nurse, or doctor. Park Jimin would rather be seen as a nurse. He was more of the feminine type of male, but he didn't care.

"Jiminie?"

Jimin looked up from the syringe with blood, smiling at his hyung. "Namjoon! Come in, take a seat." He said politely, rolling his chair towards the coffee table. "Tea?"

"No, thank you." Namjoon shook his head, declining Jimin's offer. "I'll be taking my leave soon." Jimin looked up at him with confusion. "But the lessons aren't over yet."

Namjoon sighed. "I'm hiring a PHC. Seems safer for both me and Hoseok's kitchen." He replied. "I'll miss my sunshine." "Your sunshine?" Jimin raised his eyebrow. "You realize he has a very dangerous boyfriend."

Namjoon looked up. "He... has a boyfriend?" Jimin hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah. Min Yoongi, CEO of BigHit Entertainment. You know the guy." Namjoon sadly nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, I do."

Jimin smiled. "Don't be so sad. One day someone will come for you, kneel down and say, marry me Namjoon-ssi!" This time, Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think I'm younger than my partner?" "Aren't you? You seem like the type for older men." Jimin said.

"No, no, no." Namjoon shook his head. "I've always been the elder one. I like feeling more dominant over my partner." He smiled. Jimin whistled a flirty tone, grinning mischievously at him. "Dominant one?" "Not in that way." Namjoon chuckled. "I like being the one to take care of my partner. Not being cared for."

"Even though you need it most." Jimin mumbled, patching Namjoon's wound. "Thank you for your confidence in my gay lifestyle." Namjoon pouted. "Very kind of you, Jimin-sii." He stuck his tongue out childishly.

Namjoon waved Jimin goodbye for what might be the last time, his head hung low as he left the building, returning home.

Inside the building, one of the PHC's shot his head up at the unique scent. He burst from his office and abruptly entered Hoseok's kitchen.

Hoseok excused himself with a smile, his eyes flashing a bright red for a split second at the elder. "What do you want? I'm busy." He spat.

The PHC knew better than to disturb while Hoseok was teaching, but the scent. That rich delicious scent... It smelled like a lotus.

"Where is that scent coming from?" The PHC asked, his upper lip raised every slightly to catch more of the lingering scent. "A student of mine cut his finger open. I advised him to hire a private chef instead. He agreed. He won't come back." Hoseok spat, turning around to return to his classroom, a bright smile repositioned on his face.

The PHC huffed selfishly and turned away, following the scent to Jimin's office, where it weakened and left the building.

"Seokjin hyung?"

The PHC looked around at the young student. "Yes, Jungkook?" Seokjin asked. Jungkook hesitantly opened his mouth, where two of his teeth began to shape into the shape of a knife, growing them sharper, but not yet longer. "They feel weird."

Seokjin leaned down slightly and pat Jungkook's shoulder. "Don't worry. I promised your parents I'd take care of you while you're transforming, and so I will." He said proudly. "Come to me when it really hurts, and we'll go out to hunt together, okay?"

Jungkook nodded happily. "Thanks, hyung!" "Hop along now. Hoseok doesn't like to wait." Jungkook hopped back to Hoseok's kitchen, smiling at Seokjin before entering.

The scent still lingered, but like any normal monster would do. He ignored it, and went back to work.

Namjoon was concentrated, going through the website, trying to find a good Private Home Chef. The most were well rated, but how could he know if they really were good? How could he know if they dealt with someone as clumsy as him?

Then a profile appeared on his screen. Namjoon gasped softly. The man's face was almost perfection. His plump lips highlighted with a bit of pink and his brown eyes shining with pride.

Namjoon quickly scrolled down to know this beauty's name.

Kim Seokjin...

A smile formed on Namjoon's lips, his dimples popping out as he repeated the man's name in his head. He went through the ratings, reactions. Rather impressive if he said so himself.

'He helped my son! His anger outbursts were nothing for the match of Seokjin's burning gaze! Thank you!'

'Although his beauty made me hire him, he is experienced and very friendly. Definitely worth the title chef.'

'Stays very calm in panicking situations and can solve them quickly. If you have no experience in the kitchen, this is your man.'

Namjoon smiled, his fingers pushing on the green button at the top right corner of Seokjin's profile.

Hire PHC

The costs were simple. When the PHC arrived you'd arrange the costs and the number of lessons. If it wasn't helpful, there is at least a 90% money-back guarantee.

By the looks of it, they rarely had to give that 90% money back.

Namjoon smiled. Now all he had to do was wait for a call or an e-mail.

A few hours had passed when his phone buzzed. Namjoon looked down from his laptop and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, am I speaking with Kim Namjoon?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"My name is Kim Seokjin. You hired me, am I correct?"

Namjoon's heart skipped a beat.

"Y-yeah. You are."

"Excellent! Now, let's not beat around the bush, shall we? When would you like to meet?"

"T-today?" Namjoon stuttered.

"At what time?"

"Whatever works. I'm free anyway." Namjoon chuckled.

"I have time right now until seven PM, does that work?"

"Yes, of course."

"Than I'll see you later today. Goodbye Namjoon."

"Bye..."

With a pounding heart, the phone call ended. Seokjin's voice was perfection for Namjoon's ears. He wondered what Seokjin would look like. His body, his clothes, his smile.

Before he knew it, the doorbell rang. Namjoon rushed towards the door and opened with a bright smile, his mouth dropping open and his eyes wide.

The man in front of the door smiled. "I know, I'm handsome, but please. It's a bit cold outside and I forgot my jacket. Do you mind...?"

"Oh! No!" Namjoon said immediately, stepping aside. "Come in." He shook his head, smiling at the chef who thanked him.

Namjoon stood there, closing the door and grabbing the door handle for support. He took a deep breath.

"Thank you." Seokjin smiled. "Now. How many days would you like to hire me, I'm not a toy, so I deserve my weekends." He said. "I'm available five days a week, from nine in the morning till nine in the evening."

Namjoon took a seat across from Seokjin on the couch. "I'm very clumsy, so I'd like to ask you, can you handle it? My clumsiness, I mean." Namjoon chuckled.

"I've met a lot of people who are clumsy in the kitchen, nothing has ever gone wrong. I assure you, it won't be a different talk this time."

How wrong Seokjin was.

When they agreed and Namjoon had paid, the next day they started. Namjoon was nervous and scared. And as he expected, he cut his finger again.

Seokjin widened his eyes. It smelled like lotus... This was the scent he smelled in Hoseok's kitchen. He quickly shook his head and smiled, taking Namjoon's finger, putting a bandaid on it and kissing it better.

Namjoon flushed red, stammering a few broken words.

The day after that he almost sliced his skin with the cheese slicer. Seokjin was happy he didn't. He spoke too soon when Namjoon skinned himself a bit, wincing in pain.

"I'm sorry... I'm sure you've never met someone as stupid as me." He whined. "I've never met someone like you indeed." Seokjin replied. "But it's cute to see you try so hard. Here, let me help."

Namjoon blushed madly when Seokjin grabbed his hand and placed it the right way onto the cheese. "No claw, just hold it and slice it. Calmly, no pressure, it's not your enemy." Seokjin chuckled.

That continued on for an entire week, until the scent started to roam in Seokjin's head. He became thirsty. Very thirsty.

That night when Seokjin went home, he let loose of his human illusion almost immediately when he was outside.

He flicked his tongue across his sharp fangs, resisting the urge to go back inside. No. He was hunting with Jungkook tonight.

With the slightest of hesitation, Seokjin jumped over the small glass fence across the open hall, sprinting away once he landed on his feet. There was a horrific monster, threatening to jump from his skin.

He hissed once he came at the younger's apartment, ringing the doorbell. In no time the door opened, revealing the red-eyed panting boy who Seokjin swore to take care of.

Seokjin smiled at him. "Did it hurt?" Jungkook shook his head. "Not too much. It's like growing your first adult tooth." He chuckled. Seokjin nodded. "You're so lucky that you couldn't smell that clumsy boy in your cooking class. He hired me as his PHC and I'm losing it. It won't be long with him before I'll end up drinking from him unless I feed myself well." He growled.

Jungkook tilted his head. "Ask his roommate?" "He's left the apartment. I even waved him goodbye." Seokjin snarled. "Stupid Taehyung... Leaving me alone with a human. His blood was at least less attractive. Now that he's left..."

"Big hunt?" Jungkook smiled. "Big hunt." Seokjin nodded. "And fast."

Namjoon went to bed that night with a thumping heart. Whatever this chef did to him had his smile stuck on his face. It never faded.

The next day, Namjoon bit his lip, waiting for Seokjin once again. He seemed a bit late.

But Seokjin stood right outside the door. He wasn't able to hide himself for long. The scent of Namjoon's blood roamed over the apartment block, only making Seokjin thirstier.

Finally, he rung the bell, making sure to be fully 'humanized' before Namjoon opened the door with a bright smile.

His illusion almost immediately dropped at the strong whiff that he inhaled. He had to make it quick. There was no other way.

"I've practiced with knives, hopefully I'm getting better with cutting them." Namjoon smiled. Seokjin returned him one. "I'm sure you are getting better. It takes practice and time."

"I realized." Namjoon pouted. "One of the fi- ... no, one of the te- Let's just say one of the twenty things I don't have." He whined. Seokjin chuckled. "I'll help." He said softly.

Seokjin leaned into the crook of Namjoon's neck when helping him reposition his hand. Almost hissing of how good it smelled.

As expected, Namjoon burned himself, cut his finger, and almost paper cut himself from ripping open a package of cheese.

When finally it was done, Namjoon offered Seokjin to try it, like every other time. But Seokjin shook his head absently. He didn't want it. He wanted something else. Something that followed him for a week.

He grabbed Namjoon's collar, reading the confusion off his face. "Hyung? What are you doing?" Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow. Seokjin hissed lowly, his illusion ripped in a flash when panic started to run through Namjoon's veins.

"I don't want human food tonight." Seokjin hissed, licking his fangs. "Your blood has been haunting me, Namjoon! I can't hold it anymore!" He yelled, tilting Namjoon's head by his chin, taking his time to lick over the tender skin of the human.

Namjoon began to shake and tremble. "H-hyung...?" "Just relax, Namjoon. This will hurt a lot less if you do." Seokjin mumbled. "I'm sorry."

Namjoon widened his eyes, finally realizing what Seokjin was trying to do. He groaned, trying to push Seokjin away, but the elder seemed to be stuck to the ground, not moving an inch from his spot.

"Hyung! Hyung please, don't!" He panicked, begging Seokjin for any kind of mercy in his mind. "You won't die." Seokjin said immediately. "You'll feel weak, that's all."

Though it sounded better than dying by murderous fangs, Namjoon still didn't like it. He was about to protest again, but was cut off by an ear ripping scream.

Seokjin sunk his fangs into his neck, groaning of the blood that slid through his throat. Finally, he could have a taste of the lotus smelling blood, and it was as he expected. Too good to even be true.

Namjoon screamed in pain, feeling his body weaken. It didn't stop him from trying to move and push Seokjin away.

Seokjin hissed, biting down harder than he intended to, causing Namjoon to gasp and pull at Seokjin's hair. Seokjin widened his eyes. He hit a vein.

He immediately retreated, forcing himself away from Namjoon, who slid down the wall and began to shake violently.

His hands trembled, reaching for Seokjin's shirt. Seokjin backed away, leaving the human to scream an cry as he watched with wide eyes. Blood was flowing from the bite wound that had grown into a deep cut.

"H-hyung..." Namjoon's voice was broken and weak, his eyes fighting to stay open. Seokjin's breathing hitched, biting his lip. "Namjoon, I'm so sorry."

He kneeled down in front of him, tears threatening to fall. He had never lost control with someone. Not even when he was young and inexperienced.

Namjoon's hands grabbed onto Seokjin's shirt, his breathing ragged and his body twitching and shaking. "H-hyung..."

Seokjin didn't know what to do. His fangs weren't those of a Night-Watcher, he had no venom. He looked at Namjoon's shaking body, his soul weak and on the verge of dying.

Seokjin gulped and bit into his wrist as roughly as he could, cutting his wrist open. He grabbed Namjoon's body, laying it to rest in his arms putting his wrist at Namjoon's quivering lips.

"Please... drink it..." Seokjin mumbled, placing his lips onto Namjoon's forehead. "For me..."

Namjoon's lips wrapped themselves around Seokjin's heavy wound, sucking the blood from his veins.

His hands twitched, his body becoming colder and his heartbeat slowing down. He could feel it. How his loud pumping heart that fought to stay alive gave up. Or perhaps... it didn't.

His head hurt. A part of his humanity he could remember, he forgot. It got replaced by something strange. Unimaginable.

He began to nibble and gnaw at Seokjin's wrist until he felt his teeth finally dig into the skin.

His eyes hurt, the melanin in his eyes lowering until all that was left was the white color of nothing, slowly refilled by the blood in his eyes that spread around the iris.

The grip from his teeth on Seokjin's wrist began to get tighter, rougher, feeling as if he had more grip on cutting through the epidermis.

A loud satisfied groan erupted from his throat as blood leaked through his self-made wound into his mouth.

His weak body began to regain its strength, stopping with shaking as he had finally calmed down and adapted to what he had become.

He pulled his new grown fangs from Seokjin's wrist, looking at him with his newly colored eyes. "What did you do to me?" He growled.

"I'm sorry Namjoon." Seokjin said softly. "You just smelled so good, I couldn't hold back anymore."

A hiss slipped past Namjoon's lips. A low, threatening one. He inhaled sharply through his nose, hissing again. "I smell blood..."

Seokjin nodded. "Namjoon, please, come with me and let me take care of you. I'll cook, clean, I'll put you to sleep in the morning, don't make me leave you alone right now."

Namjoon abruptly sat up. "You better take care of me!" He spat. "You had to be this handsome and lure me in, be so nice to me all the time when all you wanted was my blood. If you wanted you could have taken it from me from the start. Not toy with my emotions before almost killing me."

Seokjin was baffled by Namjoon's reply. "Toy with your emotions?" He asked. Namjoon slowly nodded. "I waited every day for you. I dreamt every night of you. I wanted to see you and hug you, make you mine. And then you almost killed me." He snarled.

Seokjin stared at Namjoon with his mouth agape. "Namjoon... I didn't think I'd have such an influence on you..." "A lot worse than you think." Namjoon hissed.

Without thinking twice, Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's collar, pressing their lips together. Namjoon widened his eyes for a split second. He almost pushed Seokjin away, but quickly grabbed his shirt and kissed back.

So this is how his lips felt... Namjoon was glad he didn't push him away.

After a bit, they parted, staring into each other's red eyes. "You should have said you felt that from the start." Seokjin mumbled. "Because I would have done this too, when you were still human... Then I could have told about what I am."

"I know now." Namjoon chuckled. "And I am the same. There won't be a lot to hide from me anymore. After all, you'll still need to hunt with me. For if I accidentally attack someone. You never know."

Seokjin scoffed and huffed. "I cook, I clean, I tuck you in, and now hunting with you? Puh-lease." He scoffed. Namjoon grabbed his waist. "You may be older, but I'm still the dominant in this relationship, hyung."

Seokjin chuckled. "As you wish, Namjoon-ssi. But if you break anything in my house, you're dead. For real this time." "I hope you can catch me." Namjoon smirked. "Watch me you irresponsible New-Blood."

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