Bite Me | Part 1 | P.J.M.
Jimin/Reader | Angst, Fluff, Smut | Vampire!Jimin
Word Count: 10.7K
Summary: Growing up, you always learned to look over your shoulder at night, hoping to never run into the catlike gleam of a vampires eyes. Yet, one night on your way home you find yourself staring into the very things you feared most. Dangerously beautiful and undeniably confident, Park Jimin was everything you knew you needed to stay away from, but he had other plans.
Warnings: Language | Prey Stalking | Pain/Blood Kink | Biting | Teasing | Blood (Obviously) | Oral Female Receiving | Penetration | Jimin Actually Being A Sweetheart | Mentions Of Death | Jimin Using The Nickname Sweetheart An Ungodly Amount Of Times |
A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve posted one of my works, yikes! I am so sorry for the wait on this! I have been working on this one for months, fitting it in in-between work and moving to a new house. I really am proud of this one. Also, this is my first attempt at writing smut. Anywho, I won’t keep you any longer!
Read Part Two: Here
Your head flew back in laughter as you exited, throwing the front door of the pub you had been visiting wide open. A loud bang being heard as the connection the door made to the wall echoed into the night, being mixed with the sound of your laughter and the conversation your friends were having next to you.
You stumbled a little as you lost your balance on the last step. You mentally blamed the heels you’ve been wearing and the uneven ground you had stepped onto. You held both your hands out to the side catching your balance before another wave of laughter came from the group.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Asked Ryder, his eyes finding yours as he scanned your body looking for any signs that you were in fact not okay. His hands wrapped around the woman next to him keeping her close to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” You reassured, waving your hand dismissively. They had continuously been worried since you had told them that you were going to walk home. Your house being only streets away, you didn’t want to risk being pulled over. You would rather have to track back the next morning. But you understood their concern. It was late and they were more active at night.
“Well,” Nari began, “If something happens, call us.”
You reassured them again and this time they believed you more or less. You waited until you saw both of them get into the car to turn your back and start down the sidewalk in the direction of your destination. The only thing breaking the silence of the night being the clacking of your heels against the pavement below and the few cars passing on distant roads.
You felt the sting of your buzz waring off as the cool night breeze hit your exposed skin. You silently cursed at yourself for not thinking ahead when you picked out the dress you were wearing. A sigh escaped your lips as you wrapped your jacket around you tighter hoping the warmth would travel to your legs though it was highly unlikely.
You passed by buildings, many you knew, but in the shadow of night they all looked strangely the same. Each having its own cast of black on them, leaving the already tan buildings looking even muddier.
It wasn’t long until you saw the small park on the opposite side of the road. It was a good indication on telling you how much longer your walk was going to be. It wasn’t the first time walking this route, though it was the first time walking it in the dead of night.
You felt a shiver run through your body and you stopped in your tracks. With the sound of your heels silenced, the night grew increasingly quieter. Your hands itched to grab your phone which was laying somewhere within the bag you had slung over your arm, but you had no real reason to grab it. You saw and heard nothing; it was just your gut.
You looked around, eyes trying to find anything that could have caused your movements to cease. You then peered into the park wondering if it had been the cause but there was nothing. You sighed, bringing your gaze back to your cold legs and maneuvered your coat around you again shivering.
“Looking for something?” A voice said, causing your head to shoot up and lock eyes with a man who now found himself standing in front of you. Your heart rate skyrocketed when you heard him laugh, his laugh sounded just too amused at your reaction. He hummed, “Cat got your tongue?”
The man stared at you, a good six feet away. He wore black head to toe. The only color on him was the ash grey of his hair and the pink of his lips. One side of his hair was slicked back accentuating his sharp jaw line and exposing a pierced ear, the other side hung almost too carelessly into his face.
Only a fool would tell you the man standing before you wasn’t attractive. Normally, if a man like this were to seek you out you would be welcoming, but the way his eyes reflected the streetlights in catlike glow and how he watched your every movement like you were prey had you think differently.
You took a hesitant step backwards, “I wasn’t looking for anything.”
He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth in a disapproving way as he shook his head at you, “Wow, we only just met and you’re already lying to me.”
His voice was silky smooth and almost too sickeningly sweet. Every word that dropped from his lips seemed to be produced just to antagonize you. He seemed to be feeding off your uncomfortableness as you watched the corner of his plump lips turn upwards ever so slightly.
“Why do you assume I’m lying?” You ask, you watch as his head turned to the side ever so slightly. His eyes caught the light of the streetlamp once again, causing a haze to go over them as they reflected it back into the night. You swallowed a tad harder than you would have liked at the sight.
“Oh, I’m not assuming anything,” He hummed, his eyes wandering back up your body until he met your eyes again, “When humans lie, their heartrates spike. Yours did.”
Every fiber of your being wanted to run but the logical side of you realized that it would be practically useless. He was much faster and far stronger than you. All you were doing was dragging out the inevitable.
You took another step back trying to form more distance between you and the thing in front of you. Your eyes then gazed to your left, finding a dead-end alleyway. Your eyes were gone for only a second but when you looked back, he was inches from your face.
Your breath hitched. You wanted to scream but no words came out of your mouth. You could hear your own beating heart, which meant he definitely could. As he licked his lips as close to you as he was, you couldn’t help but hate yourself for not driving yourself home.
“Where are you going sweetheart?” He hummed enjoyment oozing from it, “Because if you’re trying to leave, well, we just can’t have that can we?”
With those words, your whole world dissolved for a split second until your back collided with a brick wall. You groaned out in pain, trying to catch your breath from having all the air knocked out of you. When you opened them again, you realized you were pinned against one of the walls within the alley.
The unknown man in front of you looking down at you. He licked his lips as a smirked pulled at the corner of his mouth. He chuckled at the sight of you gasping for air, “Ah, did I take your breath away? I have that effect on people.”
You took a deep breath, finally able to fill your lungs properly. You took a few more to steady yourself. His taunts echoed in your brain. You knew you were going to die, but you weren’t going to make it fun for him. You locked eyes with his predatory ones somehow finding the ability to smirk back, “Not all people.”
If you didn’t know better, you would have thought you saw his eyes widen at the statement. But, it wasn’t even for a second, so you chalked it up to you imagining things in your final moments. His grip tightened on you and you winced slightly at the increased pressure.
“Hm, didn’t I say lying wasn’t very nice,” He asked his voice much darker than before.
He leaned down and tucked his head in the crook of your neck. You felt the slight graze of his lips against your skin and to your dismay, sending goosebumps down your body. You felt him smirk against your skin as he let out a dark chuckle.
“If you’re going to do it, just do it.” You said, voice oddly steady for someone who was less than an inch from death.
You felt his hot breath against your skin as his whole body stiffened at your statement, hands grasping even tighter around you causing pain to emulate where his hands held you. You knew what you said had irked him in some way and you were waiting for him to just toss this charade and dig in.
“What are you doing?” A deep voice echoed into the alley.
You looked down to the entrance only seeing a silhouette of a man standing there. There was something about the way he held himself that made you uncomfortable even glancing at him. He was too relaxed for someone witnessing what he was.
The pretty boy inches from you groaned in annoyance as he slowly pulled his head from your neck, but his eyes never left where he had been focused, “You really had to show up at the good part didn’t you?”
“Well, if you didn’t play with your food you wouldn’t be having this problem.” The shadow responded, and his eyes left your neck to flick in his direction. The anger now being directed to a new target, but his body was still completely engaged with your own.
“Joonie, you know it’s no fun otherwise,” He whined like a kid who was caught eating candy before dinner, “Plus, they taste better when they’re messed with.”
The figure took a few steps into the alley, but it was enough for you to feel the grip on your arms loosen ever so slightly, “That’s enough Jimin, we don’t have time for you to be doing this. Let her go and let’s go before you get us in trouble. We were supposed to be there minutes ago.”
Jimin stared at the man for a minute, glaring at him with more intensity than he ever laid into you, “Fine, whatever you say. I wasn’t having much fun anyways.”
Then suddenly you felt his hands release you. Not expecting your full weight to hit you, you slid down the wall until you sat on the pavement. You looked up. Jimin broke his eye contact with the other and looked down at your position on the ground. He cocked his head to the side and bent down ever so slightly, eyes level with yours, “Don’t forget about me sweetheart, I will finish what I started.”
With that statement, he was gone and the dark figure with him. It was like he was never there with how fast they had gone but your battered and bruising body told you differently. Groaning, you pulled yourself off the ground slowly and made your way out of the alley. Each step made the ache of your back radiate, but each was a step closer to being home which was were you so desperately needed to be.
The week had gone on as normal with the fear from that night slowly fading along with the bruises on your body. At first, you were on edge, worried you would turn the corner and meet your untimely demise. Yet the longer you avoided meeting those dark eyes the less you felt like your whole world was going to crumble.
Everything seemed to continue as normal which fed into the decision not to divulge to the two of them what had actually happened that night on your way home. The first night, you were too shaken to even attempt to call them. Besides, it was too late by the time you hobbled home and had gotten into the bath to ease your aching. Then as time went on, it seemed like less of a bright idea to fill them in. It would only stir worry and you didn’t want to be the cause.
In hindsight, if you had confided in them then you may not have been dragged out to the bars yet again.
The bar was busier than normal which for the first time had bought you some comfort. The people mingling and drinking within the walls of the building in some odd, obscure way were a source of protection.
Predators don’t hunt the group; they isolate and then go in for the kill.
You stirred the ice of your empty drink around the glass watching as it danced around the edge until it found home back at the bottom. You debated refilling your drink since you barely felt the prickle of a buzz flow through your veins, but you were weary.
The bartender seemed to be busy wiping the empty section of the bar that finally cleared out. You felt a bit of relief for the poor girl seeing as she had been swamped not too much earlier. Seeing her running around frantically trying to fill each order as people called them to her was sort of pitiful to watch.
“Alone?” An eerily familiar voice sounded from behind you sending shivers down your spine. Surprisingly, you kept your breath steady and your eyes focused on the melting ice in your glass. In the corner of your eye you saw a figure pull the stool next to you out and take a seat but not before calling out to the bartender, “Doll, do me a favor and grab me an Old Fashioned and another of whatever she was drinking.”
You caught the way her gaze held onto his a little longer than it should and the way her ears turned a shade pinker than before. Another wave of pity for her washed over you because if she knew what he truly was, she wouldn’t fawn over him.
Out of curiosity, you glanced over at him. He looked the same as before, just as dangerously beautiful. He was dressed in clothes that seemed to fit him in all the right ways. The white button up he wore had the first few buttons undone but was tucked into a pair of black trousers. His fingers dazzled in a few rings, all silver as far as you could tell. But the most dangerous part was the way his lips held a small smirk as he watched the bartender work, as if she was his next meal.
Moments later, the bartender placed your new drink in front of you as she swapped it out for the empty one. With the now full drink within reach, you decide that having another wasn’t a necessarily bad thing considering the situation you now found yourself in. Plus, you weren’t the one to turn down a free drink.
So, you bring the glass to your lips and as you do you turn to meet the eyes that had haunted your thoughts for the past week. His own were already on you, just waiting for you to acknowledge him.
“I was wondering when I was going to see you again,” You smirk, taking another drink and breaking the intense eye contact. It was unknown where this burst of confidence was coming from, but you were just going to roll with it for the moment being.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Sweetheart,” He voiced, a bit of annoyance laced with his flirtatious words, “Busy life.”
You rolled your eyes wondering exactly how busy the life of a nocturnal being such as himself could possibly have. You didn’t dwell too long on it though and washed the thoughts away with another sip of the alcohol in front of you. The drink washed into your taste buds but didn’t wash away the bad taste of the current situation.
“What brings you here?” You question.
You know the answer already. He wanted you to know he could find you. He wasn’t here for you, but to taunt you. The moment you heard his sweet spine-chilling voice traveling over the music of the bar you knew.
His fingers tapped the glass of his drink as a smirk formed on his face, “Can’t a man go out and mingle with others?”
“There’s no harm in that, as long as that’s all you’re doing,” You hum, watching his lips pull up slightly more at your offhand comment. His eyes seemed to flicker with a light from your words making your stomach feel uneasy.
“For now,” He responded, “I haven’t gotten bored yet. I like playing with my options before I commit to anything else. It makes the rest so much more awarding.”
The hand that had been playing with his drink suddenly tightened around it and he brought it to his lips. If anyone heard the conversation, it might be mistaken for two friends talking about ones future escapades, but between the lines held maliciousness that made your breath falter even if it was only for a second. What scared you the most was how drawn your eyes were to his lips and the way the liquid ran down his throat.
Smirk held the corners of his mouth still as he stood from the stool, taking his drink with him. Just when he moved out of sight you felt a presence linger over your shoulder. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his breath against your neck, and much like before, the hairs on your body stood as goosebumps formed.
He chuckled softly but his closeness made it seem so much louder, “It was great to see you again Sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”
With that, he pulled away. You didn’t look but you assumed he disappeared back into the crowd of the establishment, with the empty stool next to you being an unsolidified confirmation of that. You let a breath out you didn’t realize you were holding onto.
Finding your phone within the pocket of your jacket that was hanging on your chair, you dialed a cab. Your body was demanding you run and find shelter within the walls of our own home and the shakiness of your hands typing the number in showed it. You absentmindedly told the cab where to find you as you scanned the pub for the few you came with and hoped not to see the one you want to avoid amongst it.
Defeated, you grabbed your things and walked towards the door. Just as you were about to exit your eyes landed on the familiar image of your drunken friend. You veered from path just slightly to fill her in on you leaving.
A frown formed on her face at the news, “Do you have to? I barely have gotten to see you tonight.”
The grasp of her hands found the loose fabric of your jacket and you were unsure if it was a sad attempt to keep you to stay or an attempt to keep her balance. A sad smile found your face as you looked at your friend.
“I do Nari, but we can do lunch sometime this week, okay?” You offered but her pouting persisted.
“Okay,” She mumbled, and her grasp on your jacket let go.
You returned to the door and opened it. You looked down both ways of the walkway making sure that they were empty before taking a step into the outside world. You wrapped your arms around you to keep you warm and to somehow soothe your nerves.
When your eyes landed on the cab you sighed in relief before running up to it and hopping in. You watched him drive a few blocks down and your eyes land on the alleyway from before. The ride might realistically be a waste of money, but with events from the night fresh in your mind and the previous ones nudging close to the surface, the ride might very well be your lifesaver.
The office was quiet, the only thing filling the silence was the clicking of the keys of your keyboard as you finished the last of your reports that were due by Monday. You had watched everyone disperse as the day went about as they finished their own work, but you had figured it was going to be a late one when your supervisor added more work on your plate.
You sighed, printing the last report out and grabbing it from the printer next to you. You collected the lot of them before opening the filing desk next to you and placing them carefully within to turn in. A glance over your shoulder confirmed that the sun had indeed disappeared to let the moon reign which pulled at your nerves.
Collecting your stuff and throwing on your jacket you proceeded to the elevator and clicked the button to the ground floor. It took a few moments to reach the bottom and the doors to open. Soon you were scanning your card to leave the building so you could head to your car.
You fumbled with your keys trying to find the one to unlock the door to your car when you felt a chill go down your spine. You stopped your movements, “Told you I’d see you soon.”
You hadn’t even had the chance to register whose voice it was before you were spun on the spot at an unrealistic speed and pinned roughly against your car. You opened your eyes to a pair of deep brown eyes less than an inch from your face. You could feel his breath tickle your nose.
“I see you did your research,” You said, not breaking eye contact.
The corners of his plump lips turned upward, “I’m thorough.”
“Why don’t you just do it already?” You asked, and his lips faltered momentarily at your words. His eyes didn’t leave your own as one of his hands moved from the car and moved your hair from your shoulder.
He dipped his head down. You felt his breath against your neck, and you closed your eyes. Not only because this moment had been building up for the past month or so with his random visits but also because it had been a moment since you have had a man even this close to you. When you felt the graze of his teeth against you a shiver ran down your spine knowing this was probably your last moments.
He bit into you causing a fire to emerge where he had bitten. You could literally feel the blood being pulled from your body and into his which by all accounts was a feeling you never wanted to experience. It was inhuman, much like the man in front of you. Despite all the facts and the pain, to your dismay, a moan left your lips.
He paused his movements for a moment, before pulling himself away from your neck. He looked at you with his pupils blown wide open and his bloodstained lips, “Are you actually enjoying this?”
“It hurts, why would I enjoy it?” You mumbled, surprised and embarrassed by him suddenly stopping his preying on you.
“No,” He breathed, “I know how the body reacts to fear and adrenaline. I thrive off the taste of it. This is different. You’re turned on by this aren’t you?”
You felt your face become hotter at his humorous tone and the idea of being called out so bluntly. Annoyed you let out a breath, “You talk a lot for someone who is in the middle of trying to kill me.”
“I’ve been alive for many years sweetheart,” He said, eyes scanning the area before landing back on you, “This is the first time anyone has reacted the way you just did. If it makes you feel better, I enjoyed it too and I probably hate the idea more than you do.”
You laughed, “Yeah, sure, you hate it.”
“Do you think I like that I found a way to make the taste of blood taste better than adrenaline does? Because your reaction isn’t very normal, hate to break it to you.” ,
You looked at him. His eyes were blown with desire to continue and how they continued to flick to where he had just had his teeth sunk into you. You hadn’t tried to escape because with his heightened abilities, it was useless. With this newfound knowledge, an opportunity had offered itself up to you.
“Then don’t kill me,” You respond as if it was the easiest answer to come up with, “Keep me alive and feed off me. I’m sure I’m the only person insane enough to like being bit into by your kind. Who knew I had a pain kink?”
“My own personal blood bank, huh?” He let out a chuckle, it being mixed with amusement and disbelief. He could say no and move on, but there was no fun in that. He licked hisis lips, tasting the remains of your blood that was left on them, “I didn’t know you were that desperate to get me in bed.”
“Bite me,” You seethed at him, regretting your choice of words after they escaped your lips.
He smirked, “I planned on it.”
He then leaned down and sunk his canines back within your neck, and you gasped at the feeling beginning to burn and spread from the point of puncture to the rest of your body. You began to feel lightheaded and you reached for something to keep you on your feet. With the awkward position the two of you were in, the only place you were able to grab was his head that was tucked within the crook of your neck. You grasped onto the base of his neck and the hairs that resided there. He hummed deeply at the contact. Despite being barely able to hold yourself up, you wondered how long it had been since he had interaction with another being that wasn’t clawing to get away.
It seemed like an eternity before he unclasped himself from you, and even that was a surprise since he never verbally agreed to your deal. Your weight shifted and you lost hold of him, falling against the car a little roughly. You were barely able to stand with how much blood you had drained from you.
“I’d take a taxi home if I were you,” He hummed, looking down on your weak figure. He was right, you couldn’t drive. Honestly, you could sleep right where you stood. Just when you were about to respond, he was gone.
You sighed as you found your phone and called a taxi. Then when it arrived and the man saw your car, you lied and told him your car had refused to start and you were just worked to death. It worked hauntingly well. Then when you finally got home, you barely had the energy to open your apartment door and climb into bed, ignoring the fact you were still in your work clothes.
The night you had dragged yourself home you ended up sleeping for hours and were glad that you didn’t have to show your face at the office the next morning. After doing the math, you had been unconscious for fifteen hours, waking late afternoon the next day. It didn’t surprise you that you slept too much. He took a lot from you, more than he probably should have.
Nari had been the one to stir you from your slumber that afternoon with her frantic knocking on your apartment door. You somehow had found the energy within your weakened body to trudge your way to the door and answer just to be met with her asking many questions. You grudgingly answered every single one, twisting the truth here and there, reassuring her you just had gotten in late.
And time continued to pass.
Jimin would randomly show up when his hunger spiked and needed to be filled. He would just appear next to you or show up at the same place you were at and you would just know. At some point, you had to make up another white lie about him being a friend to sooth your friend’s thoughts of you two being something more than that. They didn’t need to know that you were less than that, not more than a walking juice box for the man in question.
He had grown to know when to stop his feeding, to know when enough is enough. You appreciated not being sent into a deep sleep for hours to recover from rapid blood loss. It was small, but it made you realize that he might actually appreciate the deal the two of you made.
Even more so, your fear of the night and of him diminished the more he sunk his teeth into your skin. He seemed to crave the rush you felt when he pierced your skin, feeling off whatever chemical changes your body made within itself. The way he responded, you assumed the spike in blood pressure and the physical closeness had something to do with it as well though you would never ask him.
Your mind was plagued with the thoughts of him and recent events, you couldn’t even focus on the book you had in front of you or the taste of coffee sitting on the café table next to you. Shaking your head, you dove back into the novel until you heard someone slid into the opposite side of the booth.
You looked up, meeting the brown eyes of Jimin. He was dressed in a white shirt, tie hung around his neck obviously loosened by his own hands. His silver hair pushed back out of his face on both sides, almost prince-like, a new look for someone who wore the disheveled hair quite well. His hands still adorned with rings, though less extensive than his usual. They tapped along the cup of coffee within his grasp. You couldn’t see what he wore on his lower half, but you assumed it would be a nice pair of slacks and shoes to match his upper half.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him and back on the book you had in your grasp, finding it even harder to concentrate now that your mental distraction was now sitting in front of you. You hadn’t seen him outside the safety of the shadows, surprised to see him look so human amongst the light of day.
“Lunch break,” He hummed, taking his coffee within his lips taking a sip, “Usually I use it to do important things since I don’t eat, but Joonie is gone on a trip with the others and I’m bored.”
A smile tugged at the edge of your lips at his tone, reminding you of the first night you met him and how he whined like he had just lost his chance at the ice cream truck. The tone now, similar, like a spoiled child bored with life.
“I was meaning out in the daylight,” You responded, giving up on reading your book and closing it, “But thanks for letting me know there’s more of you nearby. Remind me to watch my back again.”
“Oh honey, there’s more than just us that lurk the night,” A laugh escaped his lips at your widened eyes and paled expression, “And the answer to your question, sweetheart, I’m on my lunch break as I said before. We don’t burn in the sun, it’s just easier to find easy prey when its dark.”
You always had an idea that it was possible that they could walk amongst others. You lived life before this that the nocturnal predators known as vampires roamed, though you never truly felt the fear you should have never having seen one in person. Once you did, you reevaluated what they were because he was so human looking. If he didn’t try to kill you and you didn’t see the predatory cat-like look in his eyes that night, you wouldn’t have batted an eye. He would have just been a handsome man walking home at night much like you had been.
“Make you think whether people are who they say they are, doesn’t it?” He chimed in bringing you out of your thoughts. He was right. Anyone could be one, and you never would have questioned it until now.
You took a drink of your coffee and nodded your head, “I’m just reevaluating my whole life. It’s fine.”
The corners of his mouth turned upward as he shook his head, sliding out from the booth. He checked the watch on his wrist before quickly downing the last of his caffeine, “I have to head back. I’ll be seeing you later.”
You met his eyes, shivering at how they darkened the longer he looked at you. You pressed your legs together under his watch, hating yourself for letting yourself get pavloved into excitement at the sight of his hungered stare. He wet his lips before tearing his gaze away from you.
“See you,” You responded quietly, knowing he could hear your response and your raised heart rate even as he walked away from you tightening his tie. The door of the café dinged signaling his departure, and you attempted to read once again.
It had been over two weeks since you had seen Jimin. Naturally, you thought you would have been relieved that you didn’t have to lend yourself to his never-ending hunger, but instead you found yourself worrying. He had gone days without needing you, which aided your ability to heal, but he never had gone weeks. You wondered if he found someone else to feed off of or even had gotten himself killed.
You cursed under your breath at yourself as you peered out your apartment window into the night. The streets below lit with streetlights that seem so minuscule compared to the height of the building. You wrapped your arms around yourself and withdrew from the large window before walking back to the couch. You pulled your legs to your chest in comfort.
That’s when you heard the knocking.
You glanced at the clock on the wall noting that it was late, around two in the morning. Confused, you stood and walked closer to the door. The knocking continued, becoming more and more frantic. You peered out the peephole, jaw dropping before unlocking the door quickly.
Jimin stood there, hand raised in a fist again to knock.
He looked terrible, which was never the word you would ever use to describe him. Adorned in all black, he shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. His hair disheveled, far from his styled hair that was purposely messy. He looked pale, but not the pale you were used to. He lacked color and was more of a grey tone. His eyes sunken in and irises dark, no hint of the brown within them. It was like death was close to snatching him up despite his immortality.
“Where have you been?” You asked, “And how do you know where I live?”
He shifted on his feet, pulling his arms around him as if he were trying to keep whatever warmth he had left within him. It reminded you of an addict looking for a fix, withdrawals in overdrive. He was hungry, and dangerously so.
“It doesn’t matter, let me in.” He demanded, eyes meeting yours and for the first time he looked weak. You opened the door feeling bad for him. He just stood there, staring at the open pathway into the apartment but never moving, “You have to invite me in, you idiot.”
Surprised by the lack of your usual nickname you raised your hands in defense before responding, “Come in.”
With those words, he sprang into action and entered into your living space. He hands grasped your waist as he kicked your door closed behind him. Then in a matter of seconds you watched the world dissolve around you in a mix of blurs and then you were in your bedroom being thrown onto your own bed roughly. He then was on top of you and pushing your hair to the side before sinking his teeth into his favorite place to feed; your neck.
A gasp escaped your mouth at the now familiar burn that sped through your body paired with the rough nature he had been treating you with ignited a fire within yourself, both coinciding with each other. You heard him groan into your neck before detaching himself. His pigment still an ashy grey but his sunken eyes looking more alive.
“I want more,” He said, eyes still black with hunger, “I want to feel you squirm under me in pleasure while I feed on you.”
You felt the fire continue to burn through you, finding yourself pressing your thighs together at his words. He licked his lips as he watched your reaction to him. You tried your hardest to keep yourself together, but you questioned why you tried when he could hear how fast your heart was beating and see how flushed your face had become.
Only a fool wouldn’t see how dangerously attractive he was and you yourself weren’t immune to his good looks, so much so that you were now risking your life for his touch.
His dark eyes broke from yours as he moved to remove your clothes. He tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it aside with inhuman speed. He was still so undeniably hungry, but he was determined to make this feed the best he had ever had, so he took his time trailing his lips down your body until he found himself right above your breast. He bit down causing another gasp to escape your mouth, hands instinctively finding their way within his hair.
You hated how vulnerable you were to his touch. You weren’t talking about how he could easily snap your neck or be thrown across the room with a simple push, no, it was how hands gliding down your body as they pulled your pants off causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin or how the warmth of his breath kept drawing closer to your center after he detached from you yet again.
Once between your legs he paused and looked at the mess that you were as a smirk pulled onto his face, “You look a little desperate sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Says the one who begged to be let into my house,” You breathed out, bucking your hips upward unconsciously as his grip tightened around your thighs, “Should I test what will happen if I rescind the invite?”
He let out a dry laugh, “You wouldn’t because you couldn’t make yourself feel as good as I could.”
“Then eat me,” You demanded, feeling his breath so close making you impatient and irritable.
His eyes widen at your words, pupils dilating more than they already had from the hunger residing within his body, mouth falling slightly agasp from your confidence. A smirk replaced his face as he stared at you,
“If you insist,” He replied, digging his fangs into the flesh of your thigh.
It wasn’t what you were referring but it wasn’t the first time he took your words into a different direction than you initially intended. You hummed at the familiar feeling, hands finding home with clutching the cotton sheets instead of his hair. He laughed as he disconnected yet again, taking the fabric of your panties within his two index fingers, and pulling them off expertly only to have them join the rest of your clothing on the floor.
Exposed you were, causing your pulse to quicken. His hands gripped your thighs and kept them apart despite your attempts to hide, though you knew his strength outweighed yours tenfold. He grinned before dipping his head between your legs and licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit causing a moan to escape your lips.
He went to work, and you could tell that he had been alive longer than he looked like he had. You could tell by the way his tongue knew exactly where and how fast it needed to go to cause your back to arch and your toes to curl. The build up to your own demise growing with each passing second he stayed attached to you.
He added his fingers making you sigh in relief at the new feeling before you ultimately groaned at the presence of his mouth disappearing, “There you are sounding desperate again.”
Before you could respond his teeth sunk into your other thigh as he continued his rapid movements of his fingers. The feelings of him taking his fill from you and your building orgasm mixed together, sending you over the edge, grasping onto his hair for something solid to ground you amidst your ride. His name fumbling out of your mouth as a mantra.
Once back to earth, your vision focused on the man still between your legs. He had detached himself from your leg and was just staring at you with his bloodstained lips, which normally you would have found uncomfortable, but the feeling never came.
“What are you still doing dressed?” You asked, eyeing him still in his black attire.
He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the bed. He took the back of the collar of his shirt within his grasps, pulling it over his head to expose his toned back to you. You licked your lips to the sight of it. He turned around; the front being just as pleasing to look at.
Your eyes then followed his hands as they undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall down around his ankles. You gulped when you saw the pristine outline of his member within his boxers. And soon, those were gone too exposing him to you completely. He then proceeded to climb back on top of you.
You noticed that he had started to look like himself again, his pale complexion gaining back just that twinge of pink he had been missing before and his face gaining life back to it as well. His movements had become less urgent and more thought through which rested easy with your subconscious.
“That was probably the best thing I’ve experienced in a long time,” He hummed, dipping his head by your ear, “How about we do it again?”
A shiver ran down your body at his words causing a dark chuckle to be released into the otherwise silent room. You felt him adjust himself in between you and a sigh escaped your lips when you felt him enter you, filling you up.
He groaned in response to being surrounded by your inner walls, which was music to your ears. He had been well in control of himself the whole time, not once letting it slip that he had been enjoying himself. Yet that small sound confirmed that this was just as good for him as for you.
His movements quickened, both the slapping of skin against skin and the moans of the two of you filling the room. His lips kissed down your neck as he held both of your arms above you, slamming into you with thrusts you’venly imagined in your dirtiest dreams.
Just when you thought the build up of your first orgasm took you by surprise, this one came faster and much harder. Just as your high was about to hit, Jimin clamped onto your neck and rode your high with you as he continued to plow into you. You felt bad for your neighbors knowing full well they could hear your moans through the walls.
His head unburied when you grounded, planting a soft kiss where he had just bit. His movements sloppier than before. After a few more unorganized thrusts, he moaned into your neck. His weight followed not much far behind finding the ability to hold himself up much harder after his own release.
Despite him being much heavier, you couldn’t muster the strength to push him off you after experiencing two of your own releases and a good amount of blood loss. He pushed himself off instead, only enough to roll over onto the unoccupied space next to you.
Jimin knew you would pass out in mere minutes with the amount he had taken from you and the amount of energy you had spent and normally he would have left. Yet he found it hard to leave when your sleeping figure wrapped itself around one of his arms and you still allowed him to stay within your home despite what he had just done. You were another breed of human. One that started to make him wonder.
The next morning came and the sun poking through the window had woken you. You rolled out of your empty bed remembering what had happened the night before by your naked body and the bruises and healing wounds from his feast. You hummed, a small smile entering your features as you moved to find a large shirt the throw over to go make yourself some coffee before showering away last night’s endeavors.
What you didn’t expect was Jimin to be standing by your window, looking down at the streets below. He turned his head to the side signaling he did hear your silent entrance into the living area. Instead of engaging with him, you walked to the coffee pot and put on some coffee. Once done, you poured yourself a cup.
“Do you want some?” You asked him, already pouring him a cup despite what answer he gave you.
“Sure,” He responded barely audible from the other side of the complex. You bought the already filled coffee cup to him, handing it off before walking to the couch. You proceeded to pull your legs to your chest and take a sip of the brew.
“So,” You voiced after a moment, “Where were you?”
You watched as his back tensed at the question, but he didn’t turn around, “Didn’t know I had to explain myself to you now.”
“You don’t, it’s just-“ You paused, trying to find the right words without coming off too real, too close to the truth, but you sighed knowing you couldn’t sugar coat it, “You disappeared for weeks and when you show up at my door you look inches from death. Did you even eat while you were away?”
“No,” He grumbled, eyes still focused out the window, “I didn’t have time nor the patience to chase someone down.”
It astounded you that you could have this conversation about his hunting out loud leaving you completely unbothered. You wondered if it was because you had grown numb to the way he spoke about humans or if you were just subconsciously relieved that it wasn’t you being chased down a dark alleyway moments from death.
Silence fell between the both of you after he answered. To distract yourself, you pulled the mug to your lips with shaky hands to take another drink before tearing your eyes away from his back. You wondered why he was still here after the night before. He wasn’t the kind of person to stay and not once had he done it before, though the two of you never went that far until then. You doubted the added act had him switching his whole personality. He despised humans and how weak and helpless they truly were.
Honestly, you could see how that opinion could be formed. You knew a few people who you pitied for their lack of one thing or another. His opinion was one of someone who had been where you were at one point and then been introduced to all this power.
You hummed quietly as you thought about the question on the tip of your tongue, “What were you like as a human?”
You watched as his whole body tensed at your inquiry. You wondered if maybe the question dug too deep. You would have been terrified a few months ago to pry but the fear faded. The worst he could do was kill you and you already accepted your fate with that from the beginning even if you gained more time.
He sighed, turning, and leaning against the giant glass window he had been looking through, “I was stupid and ignorant, like most men in their twenties.”
“I guess that wouldn’t change,” You mused, a small smile finding your face, “Past or present, youth brings stupidity. The blame doesn’t just fall on men.”
He pushed himself off the window and walked forward towards you on the couch. He gently set his empty coffee cup onto the table in front of the couch. He then proceeded to lean down until you could feel his breath by your ear, “You would know, wouldn’t you?”
He then stood up and walked towards the front door, opening it and disappearing once the door closed behind him. You fanned your face with your hand trying to wave away the remains of the image of him so close to you and the feeling of his breath on your skin.
He was right, you would know.
You sighed, coming down from the high you had just ridden out. Jimin crawled his way back up the pillows from between your legs, plopping himself next to you. His lips stained with your blood from him drinking from your thighs yet again, an act you barely even took notice to anymore. He licked them, taking up whatever was left on them.
When you let him in the first night you didn’t expect the sex to continue, but it did. You peered over at him from your side of the bed, making eye contact with him and his smug look.
“Enjoying yourself?” You prodded, sending him one of your own smirks.
“You have no idea,” He responded, his lips turned up slightly but not in his usual arrogant smirk. It contrasted with the blood still on his face.
“Enlighten me,” You said, turning on your side and looking at him. He wore a look on his face, one that seemed conflicted. His brows were furrowed together in thought, “I mean, if it bothers you to do so you don’t have to.”
He sighed and turned his body to the side, propping his weight up on his arm so he could also look at you in return, “I never allow myself to enjoy things.”
There was a tone in his voice that asked you not to pry more and you listened to it. Instead, you nodded your head and relaxed down in your pillow. After a moment, you began laughing. He turned to your eyes searching for the reason behind the outburst.
“Yeah, you probably really needed to get properly laid. You had a stick up your ass when I first met you.” You said between laughs.
For the first time since you had met him, Jimin truly laughed. It wasn’t like his usual condescending chuckles or soft snickers; it was a true belly laugh. It caused his eyes to crinkle and a real smile to spread across his lips.
He was a beautiful creature; you were aware of that the first time you met him in the dark that night by the alleyway. It was like he had been sculpted by gods and it could have everything to do with him being what he was. Yet, him sitting next to you smiling was possibly one of the most beautiful sights you could have ever seen.
He sighed, coming down from his laughing, “Yeah, you’re right. Probably what I needed.”
Honestly, it was probably what you needed too. You had been in this routine of going to work and going home, sometimes throwing a night out in here and there. You were stuck and unhappy but were too comfortable to switch it up in any way.
Then he came out of nowhere and disrupted your life without any regard. He put you in constant fear before you openly invited that fear further into it. Despite all of that, you actually thanked him for the disruption because you were so much happier now.
As time went by, him staying with you had become more frequent. He had begun to feed more often on you but less had been taken in turn making you feel much better and easier to heal from. That could have been the reason for his visits, but you began to wonder if the meal was all he was getting out of it. You couldn’t help but second guess the nights stayed or the gentle touches that didn’t have to come with the sex or the feedings. The soft looks he sometimes had gotten caught giving you also giving you reasons to ponder.
But you had no reason to think that he would think of you as anything other than an asset he could tap into whenever he needed. Everything he did could have been done to benefit him, and that’s what you told yourself.
Even when he laid next to you with tired eyes and a genuine smile on his face, you told yourself that, because if you told yourself anything different you would just end up hurting yourself. You two were from two different worlds and it had to stay like that.
The moon had risen over the sky, the only disturbance being the distant noise of traffic from the main area of the city. Two figures flew through the night. If seen by mortal eyes the two figures would have been chalked up to thinking they had seen something, but what, unsure because the speed at which they moved was far too fast.
A couple people were chosen to go out and scout the surrounding areas to make sure there were no other clans invading their territory and once again Jimin had been chosen along side another one of his companions. They had finished their check and were heading back to where the head of the clan lived and operated from.
Jimin had gone days without feeding yet again. Although he had opportunities to feed thrown at him multiple times on the trip, whether it be women who found his appearance too attractive to resist or a drunk girl walking home from a bar. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it when he knew he had you waiting back there for him.
The thoughts of you invading his mind more the closer they traveled to your home. Though he wouldn’t admit it out loud he didn’t just like feeding on you, though it was a plus, but he enjoyed your company. He had grown to like the way you tried to make light of situations that otherwise would be too awkward to handle, and he liked the way you never once openly showed you were scared of him. Even when he knew you were, your heartbeat always gave you away, you wouldn’t act like it.
Now? He could barely tell if he scared you at all anymore.
Human interaction had been lost on him for decades now. He swore his humanity away when he was found bloody and inches from death on the streets from a robbery gone wrong. He sworn it away when he was turned and showed how much power he had been missing out on. When he realized how weak humans were. Not all vampires become what he had, granted most try to stay as human as they can, but he had refused.
Then there was you. The epitome of humanity. You were fragile and the loss of blood could kill you. You had all these dreams and goals. You had friends you went out of your way to see because you felt like it. You had a moral sense of what is right and wrong. All of those things become lost when you live for eternity.
You made him yearn to feel the human side of himself again. It was a thing that excited him and scared him all the same. But the feeling made him seek you out and spend as much time as he could with you even though he shouldn’t.
Oddly, you made his cold undead heart want to feel again. He felt for you.
Suddenly, he stopped his running at a smell that hit his senses. His eyes widened because he knew that smell. He had been soaking in the smell of it for months, feeding off it.
His companion on the trip stopped as well, noticing his disappearance from behind him. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his friend standing there wide eyed and confused. The other man wasn’t oblivious to the smell of blood within the air.
“Joon, I have to go.” Jimin said, “You go and update them. Tell them I’ll be with you guys soon, but I have to go.”
Namjoon nodded his head curtly at Jimin’s request before taking off toward the manor. Jimin’s eyes narrowed letting his petitory instincts take over. He hissed, fangs on display before following the stench of blood in the air.
With his speed you would think he would find the source within minutes, and maybe he did, but it felt like an eternity. It engulfed his senses and it was all he could think about. He couldn’t let himself think of anything else. So, when he turned down an alleyway and the smell was overbearing, his heart dropped.
He found you laying limp in the middle of the alley. He hissed at the sight, too angry to even fathom a human like response. You were laying in a puddle of your own blood from what appeared to be multiple stab wounds. Your heartbeat slowed and breathing so shallow it was even hard for himself to see.
Gasping for air, you turned your head toward him. Fear etched into your face as you had come to realize that you were going to die. Even more so, Jimin knew you were going to die. He had seen death by his hands too many times, but yours was one he had grown to hate the thought of.
He bent down willing his instincts to get back under control. If it were up to his instincts, he would be hunting whatever human did this to you. That was a prime example on why the human race was vile. Vampires may kill for food, but humans did it just for fun.
He then looked you in the eyes, “Sweetheart, I’m going to help you. Hold on, alright?”
After he said what he said, you lost consciousness. He cursed under his breath knowing damn well how close to death that meant you were. He lifted you up off the dirty ground and used his speed to take you to the only place he knew to go to.
It took a few minutes to reach the manor, a few minutes you couldn’t have spared anywhere else. He then barged through the door. The others looked up from what they were doing to see the intruder. Jimin gave no care to the hissing of few as he rushed to the long dining table they did their meetings and set your unconscious body down on the table.
“Jimin what the fu-“ He heard the familiar voice of Namjoon appear beside him, “Oh no.”
“Did you bring us a treat Minnie?” The voice of one of the younger of them, Taehyung, chimed in.
Jimin whirled around and bared his fangs at him, hissing as a warning. His eyes not leaving contact, afraid if he did the man would go around and feast on what was left of you, and there wasn’t much left to take. The other’s hands flew up in surrender frightened by the way his superior was acting.
“Taehyung go take Jungkook away from here. I’m afraid he’ll lose his control,” Namjoon told him, eyeing the newest addition to the clan, “While you’re at it inform the other three of the situation we are in.”
Taehyung backed away and grabbed Jungkook, who was now staring at you bleeding out on the table, eyes glazed over. Taehyung rolled his eyes and pulled him away from the situation by his arm. Jimin waited until the other two were gone before lowering his defenses and turning back to you and your dying pulse.
“Namjoon,” Jimin said, dropping all nicknames, his voice serious, “I can’t loose her.”
“She’s practically already dead Jimin.” He sighed.
“Yeah, I’m aware.” He growled back, eyes not leaving your face. His jaw dropped at the realization before switching his focus on Namjoon, “I-I can still save her.”
The other’s eyes widened, “Jimin, you aren’t thinking rationally right now. You hated yourself for years. If you do this, it would be the most selfish thing you’ve ever done.”
Jimin let his words bounce off him as if they weren’t even spoken. He then brought his wrist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into his own flesh. When he pulled away, his blood began to seep out of the wound he had inflicted. He then bought it up to your mouth making sure every last drop made it within it.
It might have been selfish. He couldn’t even deny that it wasn’t. Yet as you were sitting there on that table inches from death he couldn’t bear the thought of not having you there with him, even if he couldn’t feed off you anymore. You had made it into his twisted mind and heart, and he wasn’t about to lose that.
“Jimin, you are a fucking idiot.” A deeper, lazier voice echoed in the room. Jimin’s head turned at the sound of it though he refused to look at him.
“Those aren’t very nice words Yoon,” A more cheerful voice scolded, and again Jimin chose to ignore the new voice.
“Now, now,” Another said causing a chill to run down his spine at the power his voice held, but his eyes were still glued on you, waiting, and hoping, “Explain to me why there is a dead girl laying on my dining table bleeding all over the finished wood and why the hell you think it’s okay to be calling the shots in my home.”
“Seokjin, Hoseok, Yoongi,” Jimin said, tearing his eyes away finally from your still body, “You guys do know why I can’t let you near her right?”
When he turned, he was met by the three highest ranked there were within the walls. Each were up there for their own reasons whether it be age or what they have done for the clan. Each staring at Jimin and you, evaluating the situation.
“You’d die if you tried to take us on,” Hoseok responded, eyeing the back of his nails ion disinterest.
“I’d die trying though,” Jimin growled.
The tense air was broken by the laugh of the eldest, “There’s no need for that.”
“Jin,” Yoongi attempted to interrupt but shut his own mouth once Jin glared in his direction.
“What I say goes,” Jin warned, before turning back to Jimin, “And what’s done is done. Besides, she’s stirring.”
Jimin’s eyes widened at his words and turned back around. You laid there, face contorted in pain as the blood flowed through you, changing you. Your wounds seemed to start to close in front of his eyes, though the paleness of your skin stuck with you.
He had never personally seen a change with his own eyes, new members popping up here and there but never once done in front of him. He could see now how he too was able to be saved from death many years prior by the man who still stood next to him, who did his job by warning the others but also kept them safe by removing the ones who were a threat.
Jimin’s patience was wearing thin as he hoped you would wake, so he could explain his selfish actions. He hoped you would forgive him for them, but, he knew there would be a good chance you wouldn’t. When you first met him, you were terrified and knew he was what most consider a monster. He did the same thing to you.
He went to reach out and touch you, to comfort, but just as he attempted you sprung upward into the sitting position with an uncomfortable scream, fangs drawn out as you had no control over yourself yet. Your eyes were an all too familiar dark color that came with an undeniable hunger yet to be quenched.
Once the screaming ceased, your eyes found his; confusion written on your face. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding on to as your eyes met his.
“Jimin?
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