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Jungkook flips the light switch as they enter the apartment and carefully maneuvers both him and Yoongi through the door. Yoongi leans heavily into him, the vampire tired and fading quickly.
Jungkook bends down and gingerly starts to take Yoongi’s shoes off, his fingers working the laces apart with practiced ease. Yoongi holds onto him from above, his hands gripping Jungkook’s shoulder’s for leverage, his eyelids drooping as he peers down to watch.
Jungkook messily kicks his own shoes off after he’s done and when he strands back up, Yoongi is there, his pristine face washing white in moonlight from the living room window. His red eyes blink lazily up at Jungkook and his hands pull at the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt as if it’s the only thing holding him up as well as holding him back. Jungkook takes his small hands into his own and pulls his wrists to his mouth, his warm breath ghosting over the pale skin.
He watches as Yoongi’s eyes flutter close in anticipation, his pulse picking up pace as Jungkook’s lips press against his skin over and over again. He litters Yoongi’s wrist with tiny nips and plucks as he goes, and smiles when he hears Yoongi’s small gasps spill out into the entryway, his tiny whines echoing against the walls and creating a small symphony only for them to hear.
He licks across Yoongi’s veins once more before pulling away, his own hunger simmering under the surface, but when he looks at Yoongi’s flushed face and dark red circles, he knows that tonight isn’t for him.
His mate’s distressed call rings in his head like a beacon, and his chest hurts when he recalls Yoongi’s tearful voice from earlier today. Tonight he will take care of his fledgling with detailed strokes of hair and careful touches and soft, fluttering eyelashes. Tonight they will fall under their same bloody tide, and Yoongi will breathe again as they descend, his worries washing away within the rosy waves. Tonight, Jungkook will give Yoongi just what he needs.
He guides Yoongi by the wrists again and pulls him towards the bedroom, their steps slowly rushed, like they want to run but know they shouldn’t, like they are eager but also want to savor the moment. Jungkook smiles to himself as the memory of the first time they did this fills his head. They were newly bonded then, just starting out, and Yoongi was so excited and obedient, eager to please his sire. As Jungkook glances back at the vampire, his heart flutters when he sees a similar look in the fledgling's eyes, except this time there’s a third thing mixing and mingling with the others: Warmth. He doesn't know if that's the right word, but that's the way it feels to be seen by Yoongi. Warm.
When they reach the bed, Jungkook pulls Yoongi to sit on the edge and begins to undress himself. He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it to the side, pausing halfway when Yoongi’s hands caress his hip bones with light touches. He takes his shirt off next, letting Yoongi push it up from the bottom so he can drag it off his body the rest of the way.
Cold hands crawl their way up Jungkook’s abdomen and his eyes close as they travel, his breaths evening out, his body leaning into Yoongi’s palms. Yoongi presses into him, his forehead falling to meet Jungkook’s stomach and his hands gripping onto Jungkook’s sides. Soft palms slide down his ribs until they rest on the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans, Yoongi’s fingers tip-toeing their way towards his spine.
Jungkook lets him roam, his touch comforting, necessary.
They haven’t done a feeding like this in a while, and as Yoongi mouths at his skin, his teeth nipping gently into his flesh, Jungkook can’t remember why.
Maybe it’s because they usually feed together, attached fang in fang, body in body. Maybe it’s because Yoongi only feeds as a fledgling when he needs it, when the world is too much for him and Jungkook is the only one who can make it all go away. Maybe it’s because Jungkook knows it’s special for them both, and he tries to save it for nights like this, afraid of tainting it and watering it down.
He looks down at Yoongi’s white hair and runs his fingers through it, pulling a soft moan from the vampire’s lips. The sound buries itself into Jungkook’s skin and his chest flutters again at the need it pulls from him; the need to collect Yoongi into his arms and protect his mate.
“Okay, little love, it’s time,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and tight from disuse.
Yoongi nods weakly below him and goes willingly when Jungkook pulls him further up the mattress.
They settle easily, naturally, with Yoongi straddling Jungkook’s lap, his hands flat along Jungkook’s naked chest.
“Open,” Jungkook commands, and Yoongi does, his pristine teeth glinting white as the dull moonlight pushes itself between the curtains.
Jungkook keeps one hand on Yoongi’s waist and lets the other reach towards his face, his movements slow, his muscles taking their time. His finger runs itself along Yoongi’s jaw, its path moving slowly up his cheek and over his open lips. Jungkook doesn’t let his fingertip touch the wet skin all the way, just a ghost of pressure as he follows along the pink road, only stopping once he’s made it all the way around to the dip in Yoongi’s top lip again. He waits just a moment, his finger pushing more and more until it slips past flesh and connects with the enamel below. As he runs his finger along Yoongi’s small, perfect teeth, his finger goes back and forth between the two fangs on each side, careful not to touch them yet.
Yoongi’s eyes roll to the back of his head once Jungkook finally lets his finger push into a fang, Yoongi’s hands gripping the hair at the back of Jungkook’s neck needily.
He resumes his musings, his thumb coming up and under Yoongi’s chin to hold him still. He smiles when he presses into the second fang just as hard, a small prick in his flesh making itself known as blood rushes to the surface of his fingertip.
Yoongi tenses, his tongue coming up to lick at Jungkook’s hand, and when his lips circle around his finger to suckle at the small wound, Jungkook just squeezes Yoongi’s hip in silent encouragement.
“Come, my little shadow,” Jungkook says, pulling his finger gently from Yoongi’s mouth. “Rest in me.”
Yoongi’s eyes bleed red as his gaze flicks to Jungkook’s exposed neck, his mouth open and panting.
In a second, tiny little fangs are sinking into Jungkook’s skin, and he sighs when Yoongi’s hands immediately fold into his hair to hold himself up.
Jungkook encircles his hands around Yoongi’s waist and slips them under his shirt, his fingers softly caressing Yoongi’s lower back. Yoongi moans into his throat and Jungkook smiles up at the ceiling, the shadows spreading across the white paint nearly grinning back at him. The moon watches from just beyond the window, the curtains swaying to obscure her view every now and then. Jungkook closes his eyes at the idea of hungry eyes settling onto his body, of someone standing at the door quietly observing as Yoongi pulls his hair and forces his chin up.
He feels his fingers flex against Yoongi’s sides, his internal desire to be in charge, to sire, nearly overtaking him. He restrains himself, tries to listen to Yoongi’s swallowing and his slowing pulse, and as his body begins to fall back into the pillows, he feels Yoongi pull off.
He lays there, his eyes half lidded, his hands barely holding on to the vampire in his lap, and watches as Yoongi smiles down at him. His lips are bloody and dripping and his small fangs pillow into his lips when he closes his mouth again.
Jungkook reaches a hand up and cards it through Yoongi’s hair, his movements rough, desperate. He pulls Yoongi into a searing kiss by the back of his neck, blood and spit and giggles falling onto his tongue.
The kiss is harsh at first, Jungkook’s inner turmoil releasing itself, but as they continue, it becomes languid, drawn out. Jungkook licks into Yoongi’s mouth like he’s savoring the last bit of his blood, like he wants to memorize the order of Yoongi’s teeth as he runs his tongue over them again and again. Yoongi opens up for him, lets him in, whines and puffs of air falling from his lips, and Jungkook catches them all hungrily, his breathing erratic, needy. He can’t get enough of Yoongi ever, and when their lips carefully begin to part, as if an invisible tide is pushing them apart, Jungkook bites onto Yoongi’s bottom lip and lets his teeth slide over the wet flesh in farewell.
“Can I warm myself up?” Yoongi asks, licking at the bite marks Jungkook’s fangs left on his lip.
Jungkook stares at him, his own breathing still labored, and nods as his head lays back against the pillows.
“You always fight me,” Yoongi laughs, his shoulders bouncing. When Jungkook winces and leans up to apologize, Yoongi puts his small hand onto his chest and presses Jungkook back down. “I like it. Makes me feel powerful even though I know you’re the one holding yourself back.”
Jungkook deflates at the admission and pulls Yoongi to lay flat against his chest.
“You are powerful,” Jungkook whispers into the top of Yoongi’s hair. “You own me, my fate.” Yoongi turns and nuzzles into his neck, and Jungkook feels a tear suddenly slide down the side of his temple. “Come on, love,” he clears his throat, “let’s get you warmed up, and then afterwards sire will clean you up and prepare you for bed. Hm? How does that sound?”
Yoongi nods into Jungkook’s neck and if Yoongi sniffles against his shoulder, neither of them mention it. Yoongi doesn’t like to cry, and today has already been a long day for the little vampire.
Jungkook waits as small little fangs slide across his skin, the motion causing goosebumps to erupt and a small shiver to run down his spine. Once Yoongi finds the wound again, he slides his teeth into the punctures with ease. It’s like they belong there, like Jungkook’s body is simply meant for Yoongi to take residence in, and in some ways, Jungkook thinks that might be true.
They lay there for a long time, Yoongi slipping in and out of sleep as he warms his fangs in Jungkook’s flesh. Jungkook runs his hands soothingly through Yoongi’s hair, across his skin, the only sound a low hum from deep within Jungkook’s chest. The melody isn’t anything Jungkook could recreate at any given time, but when they laze like this, Yoongi’s mind resting in a bed of roses, Jungkook’s mind resting in Yoongi’s hold, he always sings the same song under his breath. It’s a lullaby of sorts, though Jungkook doesn’t know where he’s heard it before, perhaps he’s never heard it, perhaps his heart created it for Yoongi long ago and Jungkook has only ever been searching for someone to sing it to. Whatever it may be, Yoongi always falls asleep to the sound, and Jungkook would never deny him such sweet slumber.
Jungkook opens his eyes again when he feels the cold air of the room seep into his wound, Yoongi’s head rolling to the side and resting on his shoulder. Jungkook cradles his head instantly and smiles down at his sleeping mate, his thumb coming up to wipe at the bloody drool that drips from Yoongi’s mouth.
He carries Yoongi to the bathroom easily and turns the bathtub faucet on to run while he sits Yoongi on the counter. The little vampire wakes up enough to hold himself up, but his body still leans into Jungkook’s as a toothbrush is brought to his mouth.
Jungkook brushes Yoongi’s teeth with care, his movements soft but purposeful as he lightly pushes bristles into enamel. He pauses once and guides Yoongi’s hand to the toothbrush, silently commanding him to hold onto it for a moment. He leaves Yoongi to sit on the counter and goes to turn off the running water, sprinkling a rosy soap over the top and leaving it to soak.
When he returns, the sight that greets him makes his breath catch in his throat and his chest sizzle.
Yoongi sits slouched with his back leaning against the bathroom mirror, the toothbrush hanging from his mouth, his hand still open as if to hold the tool but instead is lying abandoned against his thigh. His eyes are nearly shut and his hair is a mess, with blood stains covering his chin and the collar of his shirt.
Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so perfect, so beautifully warm.
It’s strange calling a vampire warm, he thinks, but Yoongi is. He was warm as a human and he is even warmer as a vampire, though Jungkook would argue that his immortality has little to do with it.
He resumes brushing Yoongi’s teeth easily, the pliant body on the counter barely fighting him, and lets his fingers pull Yoongi’s lips up so he can see his fangs better. He pokes at one and Yoongi grumbles, attempting to pull away, but Jungkook just scoots him closer to the edge, closer to him.
“I’m sorry, I know they’re sore, but they’re so tiny,” he explains, his smile bleeding into his words. “So pretty,” Jungkook adds, his gaze on Yoongi again instead of his teeth.
Yoongi smiles and bats halfheartedly at Jungkook’s chest in response. Jungkook pushes forward and kisses Yoongi’s chin, his nose, his forehead, and comes back down to capture his lips. A minty breath fills his mouth and he hollows out his cheeks to breathe it in, the toothbrush falling into the sink as his hands grip Yoongi’s face to hold him there.
They part and Yoongi’s eyelashes flutter quickly, the vampire attempting to wake himself up more.
“We’re almost done, little love, and then we can go to bed. You’re doing well.”
Jungkook lifts Yoongi from the bathroom counter and carries him to the bathtub, the steaming pink water glistening in the low lamplight.
He sits Yoongi onto the side of the tub and pulls his shirt off, the fabric ruffling Yoongi hair even more as it falls to the floor. Next, he leans down and pulls his socks off, then his pants with a little help from Yoongi, then his underwear. He gingerly lowers Yoongi into the water and swipes his hair out of his eyes once he settles into a comfortable position.
He watches the pink and white bubbles swirl around Yoongi’s pale pristine skin, the rose-colored clouds sticking to his arms and legs every time he shifts. Jungkook takes a hand and dips it into the water, slowly letting it drag across Yoongi’s arm, up his bicep, over his shoulder and across his collarbone, until it lands just above his heart. He pauses there and draws ghostly patterns in the water, his fingers just a hair's breadth away from touching Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi’s eyelids flutter open and look up at Jungkook, his eyelashes wet, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes a deep red.
“You own me, too, ya know,” Yoongi says, his voice sinking into the water below with how careful he forms the words.
Jungkook feels it in his chest, the sincerity, the love, the warmth, and has to swallow in order to contain his emotions.
His hand over Yoongi’s heart moves to cup his cheek and he gently rubs his thumb along his skin in silent understanding.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Jungkook washes Yoongi quickly and dries him off so diligently that even his hair is no longer wet when he tucks him under the covers. Jungkook leaves him shortly to shower and comes back to bed with a warm cup of milk in one hand. He promptly gives it to Yoongi and watches fondly as his mate sips the liquid greedily, happy to see that his fangs don’t hurt too bad after all their use.
When the drink is gone, Jungkook takes the cup back and crawls into bed next to Yoongi, their two bodies molding together naturally.
Yoongi cuddles into Jungkook’s chest, his breathing slowing, his hands grasping at Jungkook’s body with a strength only fledglings have. Jungkook kisses the top of Yoongi’s head and holds him tighter, the temperature underneath the covers increasing the longer they lay there tied together.
It’s not the blood or the rose bath or the fact that they are cuddling that makes everything so warm.
It’s Yoongi.
It’s always been Yoongi.