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The last few moments Jungkook remembered from his time as a human were painful. He was on his deathbed, fallen ill due to being poisoned by the other scholars who grew envious of him.

Poor, Jungkook.

“The Monarch’s Favorite”, was what everyone called him. Still, Jungkook passed up the offer of working for the king in his palace. Jungkook knew better.

That decision, however, didn’t save Jungkook from the moment that led up to his death.

Jungkook didn’t die that night, however; when the nurse left his bedchamber to fetch more drinking water. In fact, Jungkook disappeared. No one has heard from him since then. Everyone assumed that he was dead.

It was a relief for Jungkook, since he didn’t want to get hunted down by the palace men and everyone else who envied him.

The emperor whose name was “Seokjin”grieved upon hearing the news, but went on with his life. After all, he had a whole kingdom relying on him for his wit and judgement.

Someone saved Jungkook from his deathbed, and that very person is the same one who’s snuggled up against his chest on their king-sized mattress.

Three centuries have passed since that night.

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“Jungkookie…. Having your memories again?” Taehyung murmured.

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“..Yeah,”

Jungkook looked at the clock on his nightstand,

3:12 AM.

It was always around this time Jungkook would get flashbacks of his life as a mortal. Sure, there were things Jungkook loved and missed, but Jungkook knew very well that everyone, and everything was long gone.

Many centuries have passed. Times have changed, Jungkook grew to love the new life he was given, and damn, he is enjoying the hell out of it.

Still, even if the present is more important (and much more enjoyable) than the past, Jungkook couldn’t help but be reminded of when he felt so vulnerable.

Yes, Jungkook has moved on. Taehyung has moved on. They enjoy each other's company. They are living their best life.

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The last few moments of Jungkook’s life as a human was a blur. However, the first few moments of his new life as a vampire was something Jungkook would never forget. Jungkook would rather choose to talk about the latter over his human memories.

Jungkook remembered it all so well.

How exhilarating it felt when he finally awakened, remembering vividly how he inhaled sharply, taking his first breath as a vampire and upon realizing that he was not the same, he took a look at surroundings.

On his very first day as a vampire, Jungkook’s irises were a deep shade of red.

The first set of eyes Jungkook met when he awakened was Taehyung’s. The soft, amber irises told Jungkook that he was somewhere safe.

No one knew where Jungkook was, no one would come hunting down for him.

As decades passed, Jungkook stuck by Taehyung’s side, enjoying each other’s company.

Gratitude, turned into acquaintanceship. Acquaintanceship turned into affection.

Affection, turned into love.

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Being reborn as a vampire was an exhilarating experience to Jungkook, having been freed from all the burden he brought himself upon.

Taehyung knew what it felt like to be envied, of course, for he wouldn’t be a vampire himself if the instances didn’t bring him to the moment that changed his whole being for eternity.

Envy. Jealousy.

Though they are two different words, with different meanings, they both lead people to do ugly deeds they never thought of doing.

Jealousy could cause a protective brother to accuse an innocent man of being a witch. Simply because the man was too charming and the latter couldn’t understand why.

The innocent man, never given a trial, was imprisoned, and in the same holding cell he met a creature of the night, a vampire, as the village people called it, bit him and turned him into who he is now.

Taehyung was not proud of his final days as a mortal.

During the times when humans believed in vampires, if you asked an elderly, they would tell you that becoming a vampire is a curse.

That immortality is a curse.

That the never-ending thirst for blood would be the only thing that drives you forward.

It’s not true at all.

To once innocent souls like Jungkook and Taehyung, immortality gave them a chance to create their new beginnings. To live in a world that they want to be in. To be able to express themselves freely and enjoy their youth, enjoy the beauty that life had to offer.

The beauty that they wouldn’t have experienced if their life ended right there. At the very moment. In the hands of people they thought they could trust.

All because of envy and jealousy.

As decades and centuries passed, laws have changed. Human morals changed. Slowly, the world started to become more welcoming of beautiful souls like them.

As long as Taehyung and Jungkook kept their secret, they could enjoy their simple Friday nights.

It depends on their mood, really. One night they’d go to a fancy restaurant known for its wagyu beef, sometimes, they'd settle for pizza.

Sometimes, they’ll cook their own pretend-to-be-human meals.

Time has passed. A lot of things have changed. Whatever happened to them a few centuries back, they put it all behind them.

Humans have been forgiven.

Taehyung and Jungkook get to live forever and enjoy their youth.

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It was truly fortunate that they get to live in this era. Technology, music, art, and food that didn’t exist until machinery was developed. If their life ended right then and there, they wouldn’t be living in their high-story condo unit, feeling the cotton sheets on their skin relishing in each other’s (and in their own standards) warmth.

Three centuries have passed yet they haven’t grown tired of this peculiar way of life.

It’s 2021, the city of Gangnam is still bustling even if it’s half past 3 AM.

The two decided that it’s best to take “naps” at night in order to keep their sanity.

Vampires don’t fall asleep, of course, unless there is an emergency and they need to find refuge in their coffins. But it’s 2021, coffins are not the trend anymore. Instead, Taehyung and Jungkook sleep on their king sized mattress.

In these moments that they pretend to be human, Taehyung and Jungkook would just close their eyes, relishing each other’s embrace. Sometimes, they’d hum softly as they listened to the hands of the clock to tick by.

Seconds, turned into minutes. Minutes, turned into hours.

This has become a routine for Taehyung and Jungkook, both of them knowing deep inside that they need a routine somehow, something that makes them feel human.

Without a doubt, it felt nice to be living in this era.. Humans are truly interesting creatures. Technologies keep evolving, the world is becoming more and more of a complex place.

Jungkook brushed off the thoughts that haunt him every night. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer to his partner.

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It was all warm and cozy until Jungkook felt a grumble in his stomach.

It was too loud to ignore. If Jungkook didn’t say anything about it, Taehyung would ask anyway. So Jungkook ultimately broke the silence between them.

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“I’m hungry.” Jungkook mumbled.

He turned to face Taehyung on the bed.

“Hmm, our blood fridge is empty. We’ll have to wait a few more days, or call Yoongi-hyung, he might--”

“I’m really hungry.” Jungkook insisted.

“Okay, get dressed. We’re going out.”

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To Namjoon, being out and about half past three in the ass crack of dawn is definitely a surprise. The company dinner ended five hours ago. The noraebang, one.

He was supposed to ride an uber back to the apartment he shared with Jimin, his highschool bestfriend. Jimin who also, due to the convenience of public transportation, did not own a private vehicle.

Why Namjoon didn’t come home yet? Only Namjoon himself can answer.

First of all, he needed time alone. Work was always so stressful for poor Namjoon. He had a nine to five job. It was a decent pay, but it required him to work a lot of hours.

Oftentimes, Namjoon found himself staying late in the office to finish up paperwork to meet their deadlines.

Namjoon seldom complained. He loved keeping himself busy.

Namjoon loves challenges, so everytime an obstacle comes in his way, Namjoon is always eager to find a solution.

Namjoon rarely complained about his choice of profession. Everything is going well except for one thing.

Namjoon’s boss is terribly annoying.

Namjoon’s boss would always micromanage him and his coworkers, not letting them breathe, or focus on one task before telling them to do another. Namjoon thinks this slows them down. Of course, Namjoon didn’t get a say in how tasks are delegated in the company. He was only a top-performer in their department. No more, no less.

Their QA / trainer Seokjin would always tell them to be a little more patient with their higher-ups, given that their boss just had good intentions.

To Namjoon, things would be better if their boss would leave them the fuck alone. It made Namjoon feel as if his boss didn’t trust him, to watch his every move and check on him every few minutes.

Namjoon’s sure that he’s doing a great job. He wouldn’t be commended if he wasn’t. But hey, life isn’t perfect. Not everything will go your way.

Namjoon’s out and about in the middle of the night because after their company dinner and noraebang, his boss actually offered to give him a ride home. Namjoon refused, and Namjoon would have taken the next bus home actually. Or a cab. But he didn’t want to.

Namjoon wanted to get some fresh air. He hasn’t been here in a while.

He hasn’t felt this free in a long time so he thought, “Why not?”

So he headed straight to the community park.

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Drunk.

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Half past three AM.

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It was a bit chilly outside, and Namjoon was glad that he had a corporate job. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have thought of wearing a coat tonight.

Chilly, but Namjoon managed to keep himself warm. The breeze was comforting, and Namjoon was really drunk. Who knows how many bottles of soju he downed (just to fit in and pretend he likes the weirdos he worked with).

The sign at the entrance said, “Park closes at 11 PM.” but Namjoon couldn’t read.

He could, actually. But he ignored the sign because why would you listen to a sign when you can just climb over the fence?

Namjoon climbed over the wooden fence and walked, he kept walking until he found a nice comfy bench situated next to a tall pine tree.

Namjoon took a seat on the bench, undid the buttons on his trousers and heaved a sigh of relief. He took a few seconds to fully relax, leaning back where he sat and releasing the tension from his sore muscles.

Namjoon looked around. No one else was there. Why would there be? The park closed at 11 PM.

Still, Namjoon looked around. He made sure no human was in sight, and that no surveillance cameras were pointing in his direction.

Namjoon has been dying to try this for a long time.

He actually did a few other things similar to this before, one that didn’t include being out in the open. Namjoon started slowly, taking small baby steps before he felt comfortable to do more.

The first time he jerked off at a public place was six months ago. He was at an art exhibit. The guy he met at the exhibit was really cute (but Namjoon was too shy to get the name). The boy asked him if he wanted to go out for coffee. Namjoon refused.

Of course Namjoon said no. Namjoon wasn’t easy to get! He wasn’t going to let some stranger take him out when they haven’t known each other that well yet.

He declined the cute guy’s offer politely and let him go on with his day. It didn’t mean, however, that Namjoon didn’t feel anything towards the hot guy.

The guy was flirting with him hard. Namjoon wasn’t blind.

Namjoon could tell that the guy was ‘packing’.

At the time, the man flashed a few winks, caught Namjoon breathless with his captivating smile, and maybe let his arm brush against Namjoon’s own when he finally initiated a conversation.

Namjoon kinda felt lame, in a way. Knowing that he could’ve saved himself all the hassle if he just went out with the guy instead.

But, really. Scoring a date wasn’t Namjoon’s goal when he left the house that day.

He wanted to finally cross out something on his bucket list. He knew that it was now or never, or he wouldn’t ever be able to try out much wilder things.

So as soon as the hot guy left the exhibit, Namjoon, who was still there, rushed to the restroom. When he opened the door, there were several stalls unoccupied. Namjoon chose the farthest stall at the end, shut himself in quickly, and unbuttoned his pants.

Namjoon unbuttoned his pants then unzipped them, pulling them down just enough for them to pool around his knees.

Now that his dick was more comfortably accessible, he pulled it out from his boxers and squeezed it tightly, as if he was afraid anyone would tell him to stop if he got caught.

Namjoon, knowing he was only going to an art exhibit, left his apartment that day wearing a loose shirt and baggy pants.

Namjoon didn’t intend to let his pants pool to the floor when he pulled them down but what's done was already done. It felt kinda icky knowing that there are germs on the floor that might be on his pants now, but Namjoon tried not to think about it.

Namjoon had a goal that day.

Namjoon had an item to cross out from his bucket list.

Today was the day and he was finally gonna do it.

He was gonna jerk off at a public setting.

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Namjoon leaned his back on the stall, closed his eyes and squeezed his cock so tight he was gonna suffocate it. He cupped his balls for a brief few seconds then stroked them, playing with himself ever so lightly before trailing his fingertips on the shaft of his cock.

Slowly, Nammjoon worked on getting his dick to its full erection. It wasn’t exactly hard (to get himself ‘hard’, per se). After some touching and teasing, tapping on his cockhead and imaginative thinking, Namjoon was able to get his cock to the fullness that he wanted.

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Okay,’. Namjoon heaved a sigh.

He was finally gonna do it.

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That day was glorious to Namjoon, and ever since he stepped out of his comfort zone, he found himself doing it ever since.

Not every day, but every chance he can get.

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Take note, Namjoon has a nine to five job that required him to work overtime on several occasions.

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Namjoon couldn't try new things everyday, but he had at least once a month or two break out of the box his boring 9-5 job caged him in..

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So now that Namjoon’s in a community park at 3 AM, with nobody around and it’s pitch dark outside (except for the street lights),

Namjoon knew he had to do his business.

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He hasn’t exactly done something like this before.

Maybe something that’s 5% similar, but fuck. He’s really breaking his own record with this one.

Namjoon hurriedly unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled down the zipper, tugging on the waistband for him to reach his cock and pull it out from his underwear.

Now that it’s out in the open, Namjoon shuddered. It is kinda breezy outside. But Namjoon will just have to make do.

Weather will not adjust for Namjoon.

So he pulled out his cock and went straight down to business, stroking it for the blood to come rushing through and make his pipe look so pretty.

Since Namjoon had a medium tan skin tone, it would only make sense that his cock matched the color of his skin. His cock was brown, ever so slightly darker than the rest of his body, but the tip was slightly dark reddish-pinkish in a way, from the blood rushing to the spongy flesh.

Namjoon was circumcised (which to him was kind of a loss, he heard that uncut dicks were more sensitive).

Namjoon tried to make do with what he had, and started jerking off right away.

Not fast, but he stroked it, pumped his hand up and down and squeezed his shaft so tight, letting his thumb tease the slit of his cock and smear precum all over the cockhead.

Namjoon groaned at the sensation, letting himself sink further down on the bench even more, feeling another cool breeze pass through him.

Namjoon closed his eyes and let himself feel the moment, feel freedom from his cock being out in the open.

From jerking off out in the open.

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However when Namjoon opened his eyes and another cool breeze passed by, he did not notice the leaves on the tree next to him rustling. In fact, they did not move at all.

Namjoon stared at it.

He stared at the leaves a little too hard.

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Maybe he was just drunk.

So Namjoon tried to speed things up and started pumping his cock faster, imagining things in his mind that he knew would bring him closer to completion.

Namjoon thought he heard a whisper from behind him.

Yeah, maybe he /was/ imagining things.

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Namjoon was never afraid of ghosts. Even when he was a child.

He didn’t believe in such things.

To Namjoon, to see was to believe.

So it was a huge surprise when he was abducted that night by two vampires, two that resided nearby the park that Namjoon was masturbating at, at three o’clock at midnight.

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Namjoon thought that he was dreaming.

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When he heard two voices speaking as if they were talking about him, Namjoon thought that he would wake up from his dream soon.

He didn’t feel panic at the time, he just witnessed everything happening.

After all, he could’ve passed out drunk that night. Namjoon wasn’t so sure.

The last thing that Namjoon remembered was jerking off until he came on the bench where he sat, spurting cum all over. Even on the hard concrete where his feet planted firmly upon.

Very messy.

Sticky.

Thick.

Hot.

Cum.

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Namjoon wasn’t sure why he hadn't stopped dreaming yet.

Wasn’t he supposed to wake up by now?

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It felt like minutes to Namjoon, or maybe hours, that he was dreaming of being transported to another place.

The conversation the two were having must be serious, given the tone of their voices and the pace of their speaking.

Namjoon felt like he was in a movie.

Namjoon wasn’t a movie star, he never even participated in theater back in college and highschool.

But what threw Namjoon off was that a few minutes later when he woke up, he wasn’t at home.

He wasn’t in his shared apartment with his highschool friend Jimin.

He didn’t pass out drunk at the community park he didn’t recall leaving the night prior.

When Namjoon opened his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever, he was greeted by a pounding headache.

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“Must be the hangover,” Namjoon thought.

Namjoon groaned, but felt too weak to make a louder sound. So what Namjoon did was that he whined, stretching his limbs in an attempt to feel better in his current situation.

What Namjoon didn’t expect was for him to realize that he was bound by metal shackles on his wrist and ankles, pinning him down to the stainless steel table.

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/Something was terribly wrong./.

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Namjoon’s eyes flashed wide open.

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Where the hell was he?

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Namjoon tried to sit up from where he lay on the cold, stainless steel table. His feet were dangling due to the fact that he was too tall for the metal surface, and it made his ankles ache.

Namjoon’s heart started beating faster.

Namjoon groaned louder this time, but Namjoon was too parched to utter a single coherent word.

He tried to calm himself in the situation, knowing that the sooner he can figure out how to get out, the sooner he can secure his safety.

He didn’t have his phone with him . Namjoon carried a leather satchel that night.

Searching his surroundings, Namjoon looked to his right. There it was.

His leather satchel.

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It took him three seconds to come up with a strategy.

One that could either save his life or get him killed.

Namjoon would snatch his bag, call the police, get the hell out of here.

But how was Namjoon gonna make it out alive?

And who the hell took him?

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Suddenly, Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to still be fast asleep. He heard two voices speaking from a distance. They sound like they’re from outside the room.

“Hyung, we can’t keep him here forever.”

“I know, we’re just gonna take what we need, then we’ll bring him back outside. No one will notice.”

“But what if his family and friends look for him? It’s been three hours.”

“We’ll figure it out. He’s already here. We can’t just bring him back without taking what we want.”

“What if the authorities come searching for him. He’s wearing a suit. He might be someone important.”

“It’ll be quick. We’ll send in a nurse. They’ll draw his blood. We’ll keep it in our fridge. We’ll let him go. We’ll compel him. He’ll forget him. Easy as that.”

“What if people look for him…-”

A loud thud interrupted the two characters. Namjoon cursed at himself for making himself so obvious. This would’ve gone smoothly if only he pretended to be unconscious. The two guys /did/ mention bringing him back.

They just wanted his blood….

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What?

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They wanted his blood?

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Namjoon tried his best not to open his eyes and take a peek. Namjoon couldn’t dare.

This all sounds so dangerous.

His /blood/ ?

Namjoon heard two sets of footsteps coming closer. Given that the room did not have much furniture inside and that it was mainly tiles and medical equipment, it made every single footstep and breath echo in the room.

Namjoon felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Closer, the two sets of footsteps approached closer.

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“We know you’re awake.” Jungkook uttered.

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Namjoon flashed his eyes wide open.

“Open your eyes. We won’t bite.” Another voice caught Namjoon’s attention.

“Yet.” He grinned.

Namjoon looked at the two figures standing in front of him.

One had straight, almost wavy hair and split bangs, a sweeter face than the other but looked much younger than his partner.

The other man looked a tad more intimidating, eyes that bore into Namjoon’s soul and although this man probably never put in effort to make Namjoon feel uneasy, Namjoon felt that he was a prey.

Namjoon was a prey.

Namjoon /is/ a prey.

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Didn’t they say they want his blood?

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“W-what do you want”? Namjoon's lips trembled as he uttered the words.

He clutched onto the metal surface tightly. As if that could brace himself from the danger that was upon him.

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Namjoon watched as the two smiled. They did not look cruel at all, not wicked. In fact, they grinned as if they were mocking him, really -- but teasing was the most appropriate word.

It’s as if they knew Namjoon was thinking about it too hard.

“Please,” Jungkook, the younger figure motioned.

“Please, don’t strain yourself. The shackles could do only so much. If you tug any harder, it’ll leave marks on your wrists.”

Jungkook flashed Namjoon a friendly smile.

“We wouldn't want that to happen.”

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Namjoon felt his heart pounding in his chest. What did this guy mean? And why did the other man watch as if this was a practiced routine?

This didn’t feel right at all.

Namjoon knew, when he looked into their eyes, their irises gleamed in the shade of blood-red, that something was wrong.

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That maybe, the two men that abducted him that night, were not human.
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No.

This couldn’t be real.

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It couldn’t be real, right?

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As the two men called in a random nurse that was supposed to draw Namjoon’s blood, Namjoon felt as if he was in a trance.

It was as if he was still dreaming.

Except this was all reality. Namjoon was just too shocked (and hungover) to fully absorb what was happening.

Namjoon couldn’t be blamed. How often do you wake up from drunken stupor to a pair of vampires kidnapping you?

Not often.

So Namjoon’s response was reasonable.

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We all could agree that everyone, each and every one of us reacts and cope with trauma, shock and surprising events in our own ways.

Namjoon had his own way, of course, and his way of coping with being kidnapped by two vampires while he was jerking off in a public setting (drunk) is by sitting there dumbly as he watched the nurse walk in, human, he assumed, bring in their medical equipment.

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Didn’t the one guy say that they were going to “compel” him afterwards? What did they mean by that? Are they going to compel the nurse too?

Namjoon only sat on the cold, stainless steel table and watched as it all happened.

He watched as the nurse prodded his skin with a needle, finding a good vein to collect blood from.

It kinda hurt, Namjoon wasn’t so sure. What the fuck was happening, anyway.

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It felt like time froze for Namjoon, everything was in slow-motion as he pondered the same two questions that lingered in his mind.

Why did these two guys want his blood?

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Were they actually vampires?

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/Fuck, that sounds so silly./ Namjoon scoffed at the thought.

Namjoon almost felt ashamed for thinking something so bizarre when he's being human trafficked for blood.

“Wow, this is the 21st century.” Namjoon thought. “It’s the 21st century yet I think that a pair of vampires kidnapped me.”

So he smiled at the nurse like an idiot, convincing himself that this was too bizarre to be true.

Namjoon will wake up from it eventually, and he’d probably get arrested for passing out in a community park, drunk, with his dick flashing right out in the open.

But if Namjoon were to choose from the two, which was worse?

To be kidnapped by vampires,

-or to be in a newspaper headline for public nudity?

Namjoon scoffed.

Well, what if this /is/ all real.

Then what would Namjoon do now?

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“What the fuck.” Namjoon thought to himself.

If this was all a dream, he better wake up from it /now/.

This is /not/ good.

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Namjoon felt himself become more and more lightheaded, assuming that the nurse already collected a plentiful amount of blood from him. What if they drain him completely? Is that even possible?

“Oh, his boss would look for him for sure.” Namjoon thought.

What day was it? And how long was he asleep?

Namjoon started to feel even more dizzy.

The nurse remained non-verbal during the whole time, and as they secured a bag of blood in an icebox, Namjoon lost his consciousness.

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It was roughly an hour later when the vampires walked inside the room and woke Namjoon up.

It was awkward. Namjoon didn’t expect for him to still be alive.

But he was. And the older vampire woke him up, shaking him until Namjoon groaned from irritation.

He was still exhausted from what happened earlier and the night before.

“Get up. We have to take you home.” Taehyung told groggy Namjoon.

“Me? Where?”

“Home. We’re done. Thank you for your donation.” Jungkook smiled at the cute-looking human.

“Wait. Before you ‘compel’ me. Are you really vampires?” Namjoon looked at the two. He was dead serious. What the fuck was happening to him?

“Yeah, we are. But that’s not important. We will compel you now. Sit still and watch me closely. Pay attention.”

Namjoon followed what the cute boy told him to do. Namjoon looked in the vampire’s eyes as the boy spoke,

“You’ve /never/ been here. You /don’t/ know us. You had too much to drink and will go straight home afterwards. Go get some rest, and get out of here.”

Jungkook snapped his fingers.

Namjoon blinked twice.

Jungkook frowned.

“Go.” Jungkook snapped his fingers again.

/Uh-oh./

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Now, the current situation has become Taehyung and Jungkook’s problem. Surely, this has never happened to them before.

Maybe because the human was still intoxicated from whatever he drank last night. Which was not possible because he should’ve sobered up by now.

Namjoon stared at the two vampires blankly, and the two vampires stared at him back. The two vampires had a serious expression etched on their faces.

“I knew we shouldn’t have picked up this weirdo from the street.” Jungkook clicked his tongue.

Taehyung paced back and forth across the room. He stopped, then looked at his significant other, as if he came up with a brilliant idea.

Taehyung smiled. “We could keep him for a few more days. If he’s single, people won’t look for him right away.”

/What?/ Namjoon thought.

Hell no.

Namjoon had a /job/. He had lots of things to do (even if it’s not all so fun). What is going to happen to Namjoon if he stays here for one more week?

Did they intend on turning Namjoon into their walking and breathing blood bank?

No.

No, no, no.

So Namjoon interrupted the two.

“Wait-”

The two vampires snapped to look at Namjoon.

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“Uh, thank you for bringing me here. It would’ve been unsafe for me to fall asleep outside... Please, let me shower first, I feel all sticky. I won’t make a fuss. I don’t feel comfortable wearing clothes from last night.”

Fair enough, Jungkook thought. Let the human shower and change into comfortable clothes.

Then they could eat him.

Perfect.

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Surprisingly, the two vampires that abducted Namjoon were nicer than Namjoon initially thought. The two gave him a fresh set of clothes to change in after he took a quick, steaming hot shower.

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Namjoon still felt weird as he sat on their red velvet sofa, wiggling his toes because he’s been dying to ask this question ever since it popped up in his mind.

He waited a few seconds before mustering up the words,

“So…. Will you ever sink your fangs into me when you suck my blood?”

Taehyung almost choked on his hot drink.

“...Our fangs?”

“Yeah. Your fangs. You’re vampires, right?” Namjoon says. “If you’re keeping me here, I need to know. Are you gonna sink your vampire teeth into me? I wanna know if it’ll hurt.”

“Hmm, we don’t do that anymore. It’s so primitive.” Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “We collected a bag. That should last us until Yoongi-hyung brings us the restock.”

“Restock?” Namjoon was asking too many questions now.

“It’s none of your business. We’ll get rid of you somehow. For now, don't make a fuss. Call the police and we’ll snap your neck.”

“Fuck, no,” Namjoon’s eyes widened in fear. He sat on the velvet sofa, adjusted himself in his seat and fixed his posture, flexing his chest so it would catch the two vampire’s attention.”

“Well, if you’re gonna keep me here…” Namjoon says. “I want you to bite me.”

“What?” The two retorted in unison.

Namjoon hummed to confirm what he was proposing. “Please bite me.” Namjoon murmured, caressing his thighs.

The two vampires looked at him, astounded.

“You want us to...bite you?”

“Yes, bite me. Do whatever you want to me. I want to feel it. I have never done it with vampires before.”

An awkward silence filled the room.

“...Fuck, is this guy being serious?” Taehyung held the top of his head with two hands.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Namjoon frowned. You collected my blood without permission. I know you can’t compel me. If you don’t consider my proposal, I’ll report you to the police and you’ll have to start all over again.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temples in annoyance. “Jungkook, what do you suggest?”

“This was your idea.” Taehyung clarifies.

“It was, but we never met someone who was immune before,” Jungkook replied.

“That’s because we /don’t/ steal from mortals,” Taehyung corrected him.

A few more seconds of silence filled the room.

..

“What did you say you want?” Taehyung asked the Namjoon again.

Namjoon straightened his posture and smiled. “I want you to fuck me.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, my god…” Namjoon heard the two mutter under their breaths.

To be fair, Namjoon was pretty hot.

If Namjoon was one of Taehyung and Jungkook’s kind, they would’ve even proposed the idea to him first, the /having sex/ part.

They already have this human captive in their house. This human cannot be compelled therefore he will report to the police, so why not have a little fun until Taehyung and Jungkook figure it out?

..

It didn’t take a lot of convincing from Namjoon’s end to seduce the two vampires.

Now, Namjoon wasn’t an expert with flirting himself, but Namjoon knows when a guy (or two) can give a good fuck. Namjoon’s not horny, he swears. He’s just grabbing the opportunity.

It was too good to let up.

It just so happens that the two hot, good-looking guys are blood-sucking supernatural creatures.

Yes, it made complete sense to Namjoon.

It could be another item to cross out from his bucket list, anyway.

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..

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The two agreed, and Namjoon couldn’t be more excited.

To be honest, Namjoon has always wanted to be pumped full of cum by a hot vampire. The bonus now is that he’s getting two.

So he went straight for it.

…

“Eyes on me.” Namjoon tells the two.

Namjoon stripped off his clothes. The loose black tank top that he borrowed from Taehyung and Jungkook, he pulled over his head and let drop to the floor.

Namjoon was nervous, of course, but he wanted this to be entertaining. Remembering that he’s being held captive did /not/ make things spicy at all.

But as soon Namjoon was shirtless, he looked at the two pairs of eyes that were watching him, not moving from where they sat across the room.

“Oh, god.” Namjoon thought. “They look so intimidating. “Why am I doing this again?” He asked himself.

“Oh, because I want them to eat me.”

Namjoon’s looking forward to it.

..

Even if his nerves are getting to him, Namjoon performed a little striptease for his two handsome vampire-kidnappers.

It’s not everyday Namjoon gets to propose to an orgy with two vampires.

More-so, it’s not everyday Namjoon deliberately asks anyone to have sex with him. Namjoon wasn’t easy to get.

This, however, as Namjoon told himself in his head, was an ‘exception’.

“YOLO” were the words etched on Namjoon’s lower back tattoo. Namjoon vividly remembered his roommate Jimin telling him that it was a ‘tramp stamp’.

The moment Namjoon’s loose-fitting tank top fell to the floor, he noticed that one vampire in particular had significantly taken interest in him.

The cute boy bit his lip, eyes never leaving Namjoon as he watched Namjoon show more of his skin.

Namjoon liked the cute boy too, he thought that the boy was really sweet. Namjoon knew that the boy’s name was “Jungkook”, because he overheard the two talking while he was ‘supposedly’ passed out unconscious hours ago.

..

Namjoon still hopes that he’s dreaming.

..

“-Hey,” Taehyung snaps two fingers at Namjoon. “Focus.”

Namjoon was still sitting on the velvet red sofa. His tiddies are out and he doesn’t know what to do next. He hasn’t done stuff like this in a long time. Namjoon gulped.

“Lay down.” Taehyung instructed.

Namjoon obliged.

As Namjoon lay there on the long sofa, feet dangling from the edge because his limbs were a bit too long for the future, he watched the two vampires hover over him.

Namjoon felt so intimidated. He swallowed thickly once more.

Fuck.

/What did he get himself into?/

…

In times like this, Namjoon would’ve already been reconsidering his choices.

However, Namjoon’s hyperactive sex drive told him that he should totally push through. A tiny voice in Namjoon’s head (not the whore-ish side, that didn’t exist) said that he’ll have a good time.

Namjoon was kidnapped by two vampires and the same two vampires were now about to fuck him silly (and consensually).

Namjoon definitely weighed his options before pushing his proposal through.

First outcome that Namjoon calculated was that he’ll get killed. Second, is that he might score two hot vampire boyfriends from all this mess.

Namjoon hoped for the latter to happen.

So he lets out the whore from inside him and prepares for the supernatural dicking down of his life.

Namjoon looked up at the two vampires towering over him on the sofa.

/Oh, they’re gonna destroy him for sure./

..

Namjoon was beyond horny and feverish to say the least. Namjoon could only hope that the vampires would spare his life after having a steamy romp session with him.

Namjoon never disappoints.

As Namjoon was lost in thought, Taehyung captured Namjoon’s attention again.

Namjoon wants to be dommed by him. Namjoon couldn’t explain it, but he’s sure that Taehyung is blessed down there. Namjoon knows, because as Taehyung is hovering over him now, Taehyung’s clothed cock is right there, in his face, saying ‘hi’.

Namjoon wants to put it in his mouth.

He /will/ put it in his mouth. Namjoon is sure of it.

“Tell me what you do for a living, Namjoonie.” The vampire smiled as he carded his fingers through Namjoon’s thick brown strands.

‘I work for an insurance company. I audit people.”

“Really?” Taehyung grinned. “So I assume that you are a strict person?”

“Not really, but you could say that I’m organized...”

“Do you enjoy being in charge?”

Namjoon wasn’t sure of his answer.

“Uh, I do sometimes. But, I enjoy it most when I’m not in control.”

“Huh,” Taehyung nodded as if he already expected the answer. “Are you clean, Namjoon?”

Namjoon nodded.

As this was all happening, the younger vampire, Jungkook who was standing on the other side of the long velvet sofa, zeroed in on the prize between Namjoon’s thighs.

He hooked his index finger on the waistband of Namjoon’s pants. Jungkook tugged on the elastic band and released it, causing Namjoon’s breath to hitch in surprise.

“Feeling skittish already?” Taehyung teased. “Hmm, Our big boy, Namjoonie.”

With Namjoon’s heart pounding in his chest, he watched as Jungkook pulled down his pants. Namjoon’s semi-erection sprang out and it made Namjoon feel embarrassed. He bit his lip nervously and felt his dick shrivel up even more when he said let the words come out from his mouth.

“...I-I’m not always that small… I’m more of a grower. I just have to-”

The two vampires didn’t listen. To them, size is never an issue. After all, it all depends on the performance.

The question Namjoon should be asking himself now is, /Will he be able to handle two vampire cocks at the same time? Or will he turn into a pillow princess, feeling useless as they do all the work for him? /

Namjoon was determined to be able to accommodate these two hot gentlemen. When Taehyung took another step closer to Namjoon, Namjoon’s first instinct was to cover his tiny dick with his hands.

Namjoon wanted to save himself from the humiliation. He bit his lip nervously, but Taehyung only pulled Namjoon’s hands away.

“Shh. It’s pretty. Let me see...”

Even if Namjoon was sure that Taehyung’s cock would be considerably huge in comparison to his own, still, Taehyung gave Namjoon’s small cock a tremendous amount of love.

For a few minutes, Namjoon forgot that his dick was only a whopping 4.2 inches.

It should be average size for somewhere out there in the world, but Namjoon’s previous partners always told him that they expected more, for someone /his height/.

It always made Namjoon feel insecure. But Taehyung wasn’t gonna let that happen tonight. So Taehyung did what he was great at doing. He showered Namjoon with love.

Taehyung peppered kisses on Namjoon’s cock, treating it so delicately, like it was a priceless gift. With his thumb and index finger, he squeezed Namjoon’s tip, making pre-cum bead and glisten on the cockhead.

When Namoon felt Taehyung’s fangs graze ever so lightly against the skin of his dick, Namjoon groaned. He was never into knifeplay, but fuck. “If Taehyung sucked him off, would it hurt?” He wondered.

Taehyung seemed to have managed the situation though.

Working his magic, the vampire licked a fat stripe from the base all the way up to the cockhead. Every so often, Taehyung would dip his tongue on the small slit on Namjoon’s cock, tasting the salty precum, causing the human to drown in pleasure.

“...Nnh, please...” Namjoon whined. “..It’s so sensitive...”

“It is, huh?” Taehyung grinned. He held Namjoon’s cock with three fingers, feeling the small thing chub up in his hand.

“So pretty.” Taehyung kissed it again. Namjoon’s small cock was already dribbling precum. So cute.

“Kookie, stretch him up. We don’t wanna tease our baby bear.”

Jungkook nodded and when Namjoon felt the pad of a thumb tease his entrance, he groaned.

If Namjoon was to be completely honest, he’s been touch-starved for years. He hasn’t experienced physical contact like this in a long time, and Namjoon swore that if Jungkook goes too fast, he might just end up cum all over his tummy.

That would be embarrassing. Not too soon. But Namjoon could only moan when a finger pushed past his rim, then two, until his lips were prodded by the other vampire’s cock.

Namjoon tried his best to deliver, but how could he focus when someone Jungkook was already pumping him with two fingers?

In a way, Namjoon thought that this feeling is similar to what being in heaven feels like.

Namjoon’s mouth was stuffed full of Taehyung’s cock. The vampire seemed to be enjoying the view though, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair.

Eventually, Taehyung rolled his hips and fucked Namjoon’s small mouth that could barely swallow around his cock.

Namjoon felt tears prick his eyes. Taehyung was /so/ big.

“It’s okay,” Taehyung chuckled. “Not everyone can handle it.”

He pulled out of Namjoon’s mouth to let Namjoon breathe and promptly, they took positions on the carpet right next to the sofa, pushing the coffee table aside.

Every home needs a space for a threesome.

By this time, both Taehyung and Jungkook were already undressed. Taehyung was butt-naked on the ivory white carpet while Namjoon’s back was pressed flush against his chest.

“Put your legs up.” Taehyung instructed.

Namjoon did so, spreading his legs wide enough for Taehyung and Jungkook to both align themselves.

As Namjoon felt the girth of Taehyung’s cock stretch him up inch by inch, Jungkook gave attention to Namjoon’s hard dick that was dribbling precum.

“So cute, I love playing with my food.” Jungkook cooed as he pressed Namjoon’s small cock to his tummy.

Jungkook laid his tongue flat on the underside of Namjoon’s balls, dragging his tongue up all the way to the tip. When Jungkook reached the cockhead, he flicked his tongue on the slit several times, making poor Namjoonie squirt out cum.

Namjoon cried out, wanting to hold off his orgasm until both of the vampires were inside him.

Namjoon couldn’t help it. It just felt so good. Namjoon wanted to go for at least one more.

“Please,” Namjoon whined, spreading his asscheeks wide. “Fuck me, Jungkook, please-”

Jungkook accepted Namjoon’s invitation and after slathering a plentiful amount of lube on his cock, Jungkook slowly pushed his cock inside.

“Oh, fuck….fuck, fuck-” Namjoon sputtered both curses and praises when the two vampires bucked their hips and filled him.

The two matched pace, which was exactly what Namjoon expected. These guys lived with each other for a hundred years, of course they’d be in sync.

Namjoon was in deep pleasure, he almost didn’t hear the two trying to tell him something.

“Keeps your legs up, Namjoon,” Jungkook says.

Jungkook pursed his lips and let a pool of spit drip between Namjoon’s asscheeks, lubing it up even more.

Namjoon was about to lose his mind.

“Oh, please, please tell me you’re gonna cum inside.” Namjoon begged.

“Is that what our baby bear wants? Hmm, we’ll think about it Namjoonie….” Taehyung growled in Namjoon’s ear.

Taehyung and Jungkook picked up their pace. At this point, Namjoon was sure that this would leave his ass gaping afterwards. When Namjoon felt Taehyung’s sharp teeth sink into his back, Namjoon yelped in pain.

However that pain only lasted for a few short seconds, it was immediately replaced with pleasure.

Intoxicating, overwhelming pleasure.

Jungkook wanted to be gentle but how could he? When Namjoon’s nipples are so dark, perky and puffy.

Jungkook licked each of the buds before wrapping his lips around one nipple, sinking his teeth into Namjoon’s broad chest.

The sting of pain lasted a mere second before Namjoon mewled in pleasure, calling out Jungkook’s name. Once again, Namjoon felt that he was nearing his climax.He needed more, so Namjoon whined, sobbed and begged for more. The vampires only gave what Namjoon asked. Namjoon was a mess.

The two vampires left marks all over Namjoon’s body and as they sunk their sharp teeth onto his flesh, they drank from him, until the two were both sated from bloodthirst and lust.

It was all too good for Namjoon, he could hear his own moans echoing in the room.

When Namjoon noticed faint streaks of blood dripping on his skin, Namjoon came once more. Namjoon came hard, with cum pooling on his soft tummy.

Namjoon has always wanted to do this. Once again, Namjoon got to cross off an item on his bucket list.

The two were also nearing their orgasm, and as the two picked up their pace, Namjoon could only let Taehyung and Jungkook manhandle him.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Taehyung rasped.

Jungkook was close too, and as Namjoon drowned in intoxicating pleasure, the two vampires filled him with cum, so much that Namjoon’s hole was dripping from Taehyung and Jungkook’s release.

Taehyung and Jungkook waited a few seconds before pulling out, and then they cleaned Namjoon up. Afterwards, they cleaned themselves up.

It was a surprise to all three that they’d end up cuddling on the couch after that session. After an hour, the two decided that it would be best for the human to eat, since their activity probably drained him.

Jungkook got up to prepare quickly in the kitchen.

..

Namjoon was seconds away from waking up from his nap, until an annoying ring on his phone startled him awake.

“What is it?” Taehyung asked Namjoon.

“My phone. Could you hand it to me, please?”

“Oh, sure.” Jungkook rushed from the kitchen to the living room to hand Namjoon his phone.

When Namjoon looked at his phone screen, his eyes widened in surprise.

It was his QA/trainer. He’s looking for him.

..
..

How long was Namjoon gone?

..

He looked at his two vampire boyfriends for reassurance. Taehyung nodded.

..

“Hey, what’s up.” Namjoon greeted his QA/trainer on the phone.

..

“I’m sorry. Was so hungover. Slept for two days, haha.” Namjoon nervously said.

“See me? Oh god, no.” Namjoon interrupts the person on the phone.

Taehyung and Jungkook nodded, telling Namjoon that it was/ okay to do so.

Namjoon was absolutely sure that Seokjin would never shut up about it when he returned to the office.

He turned the video feature on their phone call, and Seokjin was greeted by the sight of Namjoon and his two newly acquired boyfriends by his side.

“Oh, who’s these two?” Seokjin smiled. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“They’re friends.” Namjoon told him.

Seokjin didn’t believe him. Why were they all naked? And why was Namjoon’s hair amess? Seokjin didn’t press in further. It was none of his business.

Taehyung smiled at Seokjin. Jungkook remained frozen in his spot.

“This guy looks familiar, boy with the bunny teeth, have we met before?” Seokjin calls Jungkook’s attention.

“I, maybe-”

“I thought so. Long time no see. Well, Namjoon, I’m gonna tell our boss that you’ll need an additional three days off. Don’t worry, it’ll be filed as a paid leave. I’m sure your two friends drained a lot from you. Rest up. See you in the office on Monday.”

And just like that, the call dropped.

Silence fell across the room for a whole minute.

“Hyung,” Jungkook tells his partner.

“Wasn’t that-”

The end~