Thinking through his actions wasn’t one of his strong points— but that particular aspect of him only worsened when he was in this particular state. No— he wasn’t quite feral yet— but he was almost there. Almost.
'Calm down, Nam Taehyun. Stop thinking like that. You can do this. Namjoon's going to help you through this. Just breathe. Just breathe. In— out—'
Long fingers trembled— and he’d tossed his head back against whatever surface was behind him. He’d done his best to listen carefully to Namjoon— but he’d only caught bits and pieces. Yoongi— of course, Yoongi wouldn’t let him dive in. Yoongi’s abilities held far too many weaknesses, anyway— he simply wouldn’t be able to go about his daily routine being overly sensitive to sound. Of course, he never really knew the specifics of what his ability was— but seeing him crumble down in a noisy atmosphere was all the proof he needed.
And— … well, Namjoon was right. Picking any random person off the street was dangerous. Despite knowing this perfectly well, it didn’t stop him from letting out a low hiss in protest. He didn’t care.
'Breathe, Taehyun. Stop. Just take in a breath.'
Of course, that last offer had stuck a particular cord. It was, of course, the most viable option in his current situation. Namjoon. Usually he’d stop and think. He’d consider his options— he’d actually bother to think about … well, what Namjoon’s ability was.
Did he care? Well, not particularly, no. He was desperate.
It didn’t take any consideration as his eyes darkened— and within moments, the man in front of him seemingly turned into a fresh morsel— just waiting to be taken. His neck was long, inviting— and Taehyun… well…
Within seconds, he’d practically pounced over Namjoon, using his body weight to keep him pressed against the concrete beneath him. Large hands pressed his chest down— and his fangs had somehow made incisions directly into Namjoon’s skin.
The second he felt a metallic taste on his tongue, a wave of pleasure filled his veins.
quite frankly, namjoon shouldn’t have expected any better. shame on him, he’s known taehyun long enough to know what happens when he gets like this-- and reasoning with anyone who was that close to the edge was always a gamble.
the best thing he can ask for is that this will sate taehyun for awhile until he can get back on his feet and-- well. feed however it was he normally did.
he sees the change in taehyun’s expression immediately-- the frazzled expression, laced with pain, shifted abruptly, hyper focusing on namjoon. stay still. and namjoon doesn’t have the time to process the order, let alone do anything but listen to it-- his head is being slammed back on the concrete and the only thought he can manage is fuck, this is a brand new shirt, before he seizes up in pain and his breath is knocked out of him in one clean moment.
and again, he shouldn’t have expected any better.
what he had thought it might be like, was maybe something akin to taking blood through a needle-- uncomfortable, but not this painful. namjoon’s vision is dizzy as he sucks in sharp breaths, trying not to let himself panic. this is taehyun-- and taehyun won’t kill him, and the most he can do is try to process all of the emotions flooding through him without absorbing it. the first thing, first and foremost, is an undeniable pleasure that leaves namjoon even more winded, like a good high, or--
he’d rather not go any further.
he moves on, using taehyun’s emotions as a distraction from the pulsing pain in his neck, willing it to fade to a dull throbbing, piecing through his own thoughts. primarily, there’s the stark awareness he had towards the dj, like a magnet, now that he’d imprinted on him, demanding all of his attention. secondly, there was the feelings pouring into him, the ones he was trying to ignore-- and then there was his own panic, rising up in the pit of his stomach while he tried to fight it down.
and he can’t even tell how long it’s been before it’s too much, too much, too much, and he’s finally starting to tremble, one hand going up to claw at taehyun’s arm, sucking in another greedy breath. “taehyun-- t-taehyun, please--” he rasped out, and he tries to push some of his own panic into the other male to make him stop, please, because he’s being overwhelmed and it’s too much.
it’s not even from the loss of blood-- well, maybe, he can’t tell-- but the swirl of taehyun invading his veins and making namjoon choke. there’s too much skin-to-skin contact, and he can’t even process his own feelings anymore. “please...”
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