This one is going to be short due to inspirationless-ness, exhaustion, and lack of sleep.

[|Inmates|YoonJin|]

"I know you're awake."

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Yoongi whines as the guards grip his wrists harshly, pushing the handcuffs in his skin. He's wearing a disgusting dark orange uniform that curses with his hair color, and all of his jewelry have been taken away. That's going to be punching holes in his ears for the twenty years he'll stay.

With a loud groan and huff, Yoongi gets thrown in the cell, the door closing with a rather loud bonk.

Yoongi almost wants to get up and punch them, but he feels like he doesn't want to get his hands dirty. He stands up annoyed, rubbing his arm that scraped over the stone floor and curses to himself, hearing a chuckle from his right.

"Welcome to hell, kid." The brown-haired prisoner smiles, his eyes flashing a bright red and fangs white and sharp. Yoongi is unfazed. He just stares for a bit and shrugs. "I've been worse places." He grumbles and sits down on the bottom bunk bed, rubbing the dust of his uniform before laying down.

His cellmate is staring at him with wide eyes. His previous inmates killed themselves or became his meal whenever he showed what he was. But... this man just lays down.

"Didn't you see what I just did?" He asks coldly. "I did." Yoongi replies. "And I don't give a single shit about what you are or if you can kill me. I'd rather die or escape than go through this bullshit." He spits.

His inmate blinks a few times before hesitantly nodding his head towards him. "My name is Seokjin." "Jin it is." Yoongi mumbles. "I'm Yoongi." "Yoongles it is." Seokjin grins when Yoongi frowns. "Shut the fuck up." "You'd love me too." Seokjin chuckles.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and turns his back to him when he feels cold hands dance on his skin. He shivers at the feeling and elbows whatever is behind him, but Seokjin is unaffected. He keeps stroking Yoongi's pale neck and licks his lips, wanting to take a bite out of it.

Yoongi's scent is overwhelmingly good, and it almost sends Seokjin into an overdrive of bloodthirst. His red eyes seem deeper and his fangs itch to sink into his skin.

He questions. He always does. What did his inmate do to get into a highly secured prison? And why with him when they know he killed his last seven inmates? Seokjin questions the crimes he did. He wonders what set his fear wall so high.

Yoongi sighs and ignores Seokjin's cold hand, rubbing his elbow. He didn't know Seokjin had abs of steel... or a dick of that matter.

His hands pull the thin cold blanket over him and he closes his eyes, waiting for Seokjin to leave him alone and so that he can sleep.

But then his eyes snap open when he hears a voice... Seokjin's voice... He sings...

"Maybe I, I can never fly. I can't fly like the flower petals over there. Or as though I have wings. Maybe I, I can't touch the sky. Still, I want to stretch my hand out. I want to run, just a bit more..."

Yoongi frowns and covers his head with his pillow. It sounds fucking beautiful and Yoongi wants to hear more, but he also wants to sleep.

He hears Seokjin chuckle. Yoongi shivers when he feels Seokjin caress the nape of his neck. "I know you're awake." He says with a smirk. "I don't sleep at night."

Yoongi keeps quiet. He knows all the other prisoners are trying to sleep, thus explaining why Seokjin is whispering.

"I feel so lonely, these past few days..." Seokjin begins to mumble, as if he knows Yoongi's listening. "After I killed my last cellmate... everyone began to fear me more than they already did. Am I that scary? I think I'm handsome. Am I unreal? I can prove it with a bite. All these questions with simple answers, and yet I feel unknowing. I don't know or remember what happened to me. My trial was directed by some man named Judge Min."

Seokjin's tone hardens and he wraps his hand around Yoongi's throat, feeling the human's Adam's apple bob in fear for a moment before he feels Yoongi's body relax again. "You wouldn't happen to know of his son?" Seokjin asks, his voice is filled with fire and venom, his gaze piercing through Yoongi's back.

Yoongi stays quiet. He knows... He knows too much. He takes a deep breath before turning around and staring into Seokjin's eyes. "Listen Jin. I don't know what Judge Min did to you or if he even listened, but I know three things." He snarls and sits up.

Seokjin tilts his head slightly, his pupils narrowing to slits before becoming round again. "I'm listening..."

"He doesn't care for justice. He's a selfish prick with an ego too big for his own body. He abandoned his son on the wrong path and it fucking sucked. Even so, I heard that his own father send him to this very prison. His own father, sentenced his own son, with twenty years in this dump."

Seokjin swears he saw pure anger in Yoongi's eyes. Pure hatred and rage. Could it be...?

Yoongi growls to himself and turns away from Seokjin's icy gaze. His hands tighten into fists, his eyes spitting fire at the memory in his own eyes.

Seokjin smirks, and his hands soon caress Yoongi's exposed skin again. "That lawyer is a bad man." "He should be in here." Yoongi snarls, not noticing the way that Seokjin's cold breath fans on his skin.

Yoongi only pulls away and leans against the wall, trying to look out from the small window that allows small rays of moonlight to shine in. He feels something cold press against his back.

"So, tell me, Yoongi," Seokjin whispers, his fingers once again caressing Yoongi's skin. "Are you his son?" Yoongi just sighs, and his silence is enough confirmation for Seokjin to know he's right. "You are, aren't you?" Seokjin chuckles. "You're Min Yoongi. Lawyer Min's son and serial killer."

"Not by will." Yoongi replies. "I can blame everything on my father because he knows he made me this way." "And I'll believe that he does, but then why weren't you shivering and begging for your life when you saw what I was?" Seokjin hisses lowly.

Yoongi scoffs and turns around to him. "I've killed your kind before." Seokjin chuckles. "Really? Then why am I still standing?" Yoongi grins, his fingers sliding under Seokjin's white shirt.

Seokjin almost shivers from how warm Yoongi's fingers are, but he keeps his composure. He feels Yoongi lean to his ear, a smirk crawling onto both their lips when Seokjin hears Yoongi whisper in his ear.

"You're too cocky. I want you to fall and beg me to end you."

Seokjin laughs lowly, locking Yoongi's hands under his shirt and pulls them out. "I won't beg for someone so low as you. In fact, once I have you trembling under me, you'll be begging me to kill you."

Yoongi can't help but smile selfishly. "I'll be anticipating that moment." He whispered, before laying back on his bed.

Seokjin watches him fall asleep with hooded eyes. He licks his lips hungrily. He wonders how Yoongi got in there. Why his own father locked him in this prison.

He likes how daring Yoongi talked to him. He feels a desire rumbling in his stomach. It's strong. A mix between thirst and lust.

Yoongi is the first person to speak against him, the first person to talk to him the way he talks to others. It amuses him.

He flicks his tongue across his fangs and waits until he hears Yoongi is fully asleep. Then he kneels down and carefully slides his fangs through the epidermis of Yoongi's neck, groaning when he feels his sweet blood spill in his mouth and along Yoongi's neck and chest.

Seokjin begins to gently suck on Yoongi's skin, getting more greedy by the second and taking stronger tugs of his blood. His hands slowly begin to wrap themselves around Yoongi's throat, squeezing tighter and tighter.

He feels fingers graze his own and he catches Yoongi's eyes. They're weak and still, they're shining with the same mischief from before. Seokjin tugs at his skin one more time to gulp as much blood as he can down his throat and slides his fangs out.

Yoongi chuckles weakly, his energy drained from him. It takes him all his power to reach his hand up to Seokjin's fangs and wipes some of the blood on his fangs away, licking it up himself.

Seokjin doesn't stop him. He had his share, so he lets Yoongi have his.

Immediately Seokjin sees a deep red glow rise on Yoongi's iris before it fades almost as quick when it appeared. Seokjin feels like he should be worried, but he doesn't care.

Yoongi chuckles at his blank face. "What's wrong? Didn't expect me to do that?" He asks weakly. Seokjin scoffs. "I didn't. But it looked hot." Yoongi grins and turns back around. "Let a non-vampire sleep in peace." "I can fuck you to sleep."

"Not today, not ever."

"I know you want it."

"In your dreams. Let me sleep." Yoongi growls. Seokjin smirks and licks over the wound before sitting on the sink, watching Yoongi sleep.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow when he hears Yoongi growl. A low animalistic growl and a slithering hiss.

He sees the way Yoongi's muscles tense up and shake when he turns in his sleep.

Seokjin finally sees it. His under his eyelids a red glow is shining underneath them, how he clenches his fists and arches his back.

He sees how his muscles throb and how his mouth instinctively opens to make room for growing fangs that seem to shine in the moonlight. It's beautiful to Seokjin.

For a moment he forgets about the consequences. He forgets that the male becomes immortal, that he is going to suck blood, that he's going to be just like him..

Yoongi's eyes snap open and for a moment Seokjin is blinded by the red glow. Yoongi's blood-red iris snaps towards his inmate. He smirks and hisses as if it's a natural instinct - which it probably was - and lunges out of bed to pin Seokjin against the wall with a force he never felt before.

He licks his fangs and smirks. "I don't know what you fucking did to me, but I feel better than I ever have." Yoongi hisses. Seokjin immediately hissed back, his own eyes glowing red and pushing Yoongi back. "That's normal at first. Trust me, when you feel the rush of drinking blood for the first time you'll feel so good you want to do it again, and again and again."

Yoongi chuckles unamused. "Than why don't you take me out when breakfast comes tomorrow." "Gladly."

[|\A HORRIBLE END AND I'M SORRY/|]

I am so sorry that this was bad I just wanted to get this over with. As an apology for this dumb chapter, I'll give you a much better chapter after this.