ETERNAL LOVE

- in which you are the daughter of the vampire king and find yourself falling in love with a charming human boy named jungkook; requested by CheymaKahouach3

"Jungkook?"

The young man flicks his gaze towards you, features softening into something that looks similar to love as you nervously fidget under his gaze. After your chat with Yoongi, you found yourself pacing your room until the early hours of the morning, trying to come up with ideas on how to keep Jungkook safe from your father. There were many that you came up with, most relating to leaving Jungkook before you get too attached.

You ditched those ideas before you could even think them out, the idea of leaving him foolish.

Instead, you settled with the idea of telling him what you are and what's currently happening in terms of your father and letting him decide whether or not he still wants to be with you. It's a simple sounding plan, yes, but executing it is a lot harder than it should be.

"Is there something you want to say?" He asks in concern, leaning forward ever so slightly. You nod, puffing up your cheeks before finally just sighing, offering him a shy smile. His shoulders relax upon sight of your smile as he shuffles a little closer to you on his couch, propping his head up with his hands, awaiting what you have to say.

Okay, here goes nothing.

"I like you."

Fuck! Wrong thing, stupid!

He pauses, face going slack as the tips of his ears redden at an alarming rate, the colour spreading onto his soft cheeks. You nervously chuckle, clenching your fists together as you mentally belittle yourself for being idiotic enough to say that.

Jungkook gulps.

He slides his hand over your fist, peeling your fingers away from the skin of your hand to interlock them with his, his thumb going straight to rubbing over your knuckles. Shyly, you look to his face, relief never feeling better when you see him smiling at you dreamily.

"I like you too," is what he says, his voice so soft that it could almost slip through your fingers.

And with those words, the entire point of you striking up this conversation is completely dismissed from your mind, your thoughts now focusing on the reality that Jeon Jungkook likes you back. Giggling, you launch yourself into his arms, burying your nose into his neck as he breathlessly laughs, holding you close to his chest. Happily sighing, you relish in the fact that his neck no longer smells of blood, the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake coating his skin deliciously.

He pulls away with a soft smile, fingers just ghosting over the skin of your cheek as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You melt into his hand as he cups your face, hesitantly leaning in as if waiting for you to pull away. You give him an affirmative nod, closing your eyes as he presses his lips against yours, his other hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck, angling your head for you as you struggle to comprehend how good his kiss feels.

He gently pushes you back onto the couch and straddles you, kissing for only a few more seconds before he pulls away with a grin, lips red and puffy. You suck in mouthfuls of air, his kiss stealing all that you had in your lungs, his touch rendering you speechless.

You reach out to go again, retracting your hand when you see the time on the clock he has hanging on his wall.

"Are you sure you can't stay the night?" He whines, reluctantly getting off you when you pat his chest, his question referring to the same one he asked you a few hours ago. You roll your eyes and tweak his nose playfully, standing as you hold out a hand for him to do the same. He grabs onto it quickly and leads you to the door, pouting in disappointment as you step outside.

"Don't worry, Kook," you reassure, wrapping your arms around his small waist. "I'll be back tomorrow."

He leans into the hug, his lips pressed against your exposed shoulder. "Promise?"

"Of course," you chuckle, pulling away to pepper his cheeks with light kisses, his soft giggles making your heart beat erratically. Satisfied, you quickly peck his lips and send him a wave, practically skipping down his driveway as he closes his door behind him.

It's a little odd how everything went so perfectly in between you and Jungkook, the thought nagging at you as you turn to head home, immediately shaking your head to rid it from your mind and to stop it from potentially ruining your mood.

You don't notice the two pairs of wide eyes watching you walk away, their mouth dropped open in shock over what they just saw. As you disappear from their line of vision, they stay silent, turning to each other with looks of disbelief.

"Was that Sheyma?" One asks, hand fluttering to cover her mouth.

"I knew she was up to no good, that bitch! She's out messing around with a human!" The other sneers, looking disgusted by the acts of their soon to be Queen. "We need to go and tell the King."

With that, she disappears, leaving the first girl to sit in silence for a few seconds, her gaze lingering on Jungkook's door.

"He's cute," she mumbles, nodding in approval of your taste in men, "but she's so dead when she gets home."

*

"Sheyma! Come here!"

You wince, gulping as you place your handbag on one of the many seats near the entrance, fiddling with your hands as you stalk towards the door to your father's throne room, the uneasiness settling in your stomach making you want to throw up.

There's something about the clear tone of anger in his voice that has you fearing for your life as you reluctantly push open the door.

Your father paces the room, his eyes wild as they flick over to you, a snarl almost naturally stretching his lips out maliciously. You halt your steps, feeling that if you step any closer, his big hands will end up tightly wrapped around your neck.

"Did I not tell you to stay away from humans?" He starts, the dark and low tone of his voice sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. You nod, deciding to keep your gaze locked onto the floor, your breath coming out in short pants.

"So you were listening," He humourlessly laughs, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. "Do you understand how embarrassing it is to be told that your daughter has been spotted making out with a human?"

Your heart sinks, head snapping up at the mention of the time you had earlier spent with Jungkook, eyes wide with worry and fear for the boy.

"I have no trouble with you visiting a human or two but you know how serious I am when it comes to relationships, especially since you are to be taking over my spot," his voice softens ever so slightly as he places a hand onto your shoulder, choosing to ignore your flinch. "I decided that it would be best to test your lover and see for myself just how strong he is."

Your lips part as he motions to another door opposite the two of you, it opening to reveal a chained up Jungkook, blood painting the skin on his face, arms and knuckles. His hair is matted together by clumps of dried blood, serious looking cuts and scrapes decorating his skin painfully. His eyes look devoid of life as they meet yours, his dry and chapped lips lifting into a smile of relief upon sight of you.

You manage to choke out a scream, panic setting in when you see his eyes begin to flutter shut.
Ripping yourself out of your father's grip, you run over, sliding down in front of him to cup his cheeks, lightly patting at the pale skin to get him to wake up. He groans a few moments later, allowing his head to fall onto your shoulder.

"What have you done?" You lowly hiss, turning to face your father with a scowl. He seems unaffected by your threatening look and folds his arms over his chest, noticing the way you protectively tuck Jungkook into your side.

"I told you, my dear. I was testing his strength and determination. I told him what we were and what we do to humans like him. He didn't care and stood by his promise of loving you. I'll admit, it warmed my heart but it wasn't enough. I sent some of the very best to inflict as much pain as they possibly could upon him but he did not crack," your father explains with a small smile.

"I have one final test for the both of you," he concludes, clasping his hands together in front of him, batting an eye towards your incredulous look. "Turn him into one of us. If he can survive, I'll let the two of you do whatever you please. If you refuse, I'll kill him myself."

You gasp, instinctively holding him closer to you. You're about to snap at your father when an alarmingly cold hand touches your cheek. You look down at Jungkook with tears in your eyes, frantically searching for ways to help him and get him out of harm's way.

But when he flashes you a toothy grin, you can't help but smile back at him.

"D-do it," he whispers, closing his eyes for a few seconds before reopening them with a grunt. "I'm n-not afraid-d."

"Aren't you s-scared? Of m-me? Of that fact that I could k-k-kill you?" You stammer, brushing a few strands of his hair back affectionately, hurriedly wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"I could n-never be scared of you or w-what you are. I l-l-love you," he sighs, offering you the warmest smile he can with the amount of energy he has left. You nod, pressing your lips to his forehead as you mumble those three words against his sickeningly warm skin, the feel of his lips stretching his smile out on the skin on your shoulder making your heart ache.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook."

You suck in a deep breath, letting it fall out through your open mouth as you bare your fangs. He grips onto the hem of your shirt as tightly as he can, squeezing his eyes shut as he awaits the pain. You tremble above him, lowering yourself so that your breath fans his cheek. He whimpers at this, tilting his head to the side so you have better access to his neck. You press your lips against his skin and murmur another apology, simultaneously praying that he makes it out of this alive.

Without warning, you sink your fangs into his soft flesh.

He hisses in pain, tightening his hold on your shirt. Soon after, croaky screams begin to fill the throne room, all of which beg you to stop. You lift your free hand up and twist it, Jungkook's screams dying down immediately. He merely breathes against the now exposed skin of your hip, whimpering occasionally as you begin to suck.

His blood is pure in a way that is so sweet, you're sure to get addicted to it. It coats your mouth and throat deliciously, an involuntary moan of satisfaction vibrating against his skin. However, you pace yourself, only taking the amount needed to avoid accidentally killing him yourself.

Gently, you take out your fangs, licking up the excess blood decorating his now purple bite mark. His breathing has become laboured, his eyes wide in a silent plea for help. Holding back tears, you press your blood stained lips to his cheek before returning to your full height.

"You'll be okay, Kookie. I promise," you say loud enough for him to hear, clenching your fists ever so tightly as you return to your father, shrugging off the hand he attempts to put on your shoulder.

And so begins The Change.

For years, vampires have been changing humans into one of their own. Whether it be an accidental change or not, there are many vampires in Valek that once were humans. Heck, your father is one of them. While it's not necessarily a bad thing to be a half breed of sorts, many of those vampires will tell you that the transformation process is one so painful and terrifying that it will never escape from their memories. They dubbed it The Change to add an ominous effect to the already horrific process that very few survive.

You clasp a hand over your mouth as you realise that Jungkook's going to go through the same pain and there's nothing you can do to take it away from him—your mind powers completely useless against the force of the transformation.

Your father smirks at the lack of movement from Jungkook, about to announce his failure when the boy suddenly starts screaming, his body squirming on the floor as his bite mark begins to throb noticeably. You breathe out in relief, glancing warily at your father's look of shock before returning your gaze to Jungkook.

His skin is a deadly kind of pale, drops of sweat covering every inch of it. His eyes, you realise when they shoot open, are a vibrant shade of brown, the colour almost unreal. When he bares his teeth in pain, you notice the two fangs sticking out proudly. The usually neat kept locks of his hair are plastered against his forehead, his back arching with a gasp, plump lips parting enticingly. A smile begins to bloom on your face, your heart erratically beating against your chest at the sight of Jungkook looking so alluring.

Suddenly, he goes limp, his body sagging against the tiles as he pants heavily.

You waste no time in rushing over, tilting his neck to the side to see that his bite no longer purple, the colour changing to a normal shade of soft red. You cry out in relief, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders to help him sit up. He blinks lazily, shaking his head slowly before offering you a small smile.

"I did it," he mumbles, grunting when you launch yourself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. Grinning, you keep your hold on him tight as you turn to face your father. He wears an expression of disbelief, mouth dropped open in surprise.

"I can't believe you did it," he breathlessly murmurs, staring at Jungkook strangely. You roll your eyes and give him a look, your father soon sighing once he notices it. "And as promised, I will allow the both of you to be together, here in Valek."

You happily rest your head on top of Jungkook's shoulder, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside when he presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"I want him to be King," you call out before your father leaves, watching him scowl at the floor, reluctantly nodding at your wish. With that, your father leaves the two of you alone.

"Now what?" Jungkook asks, running his tongue over his new fangs in wonder. You chuckle, pushing off him to stand and help him do the same. Once standing, the boy wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you into his chest, looking at you expectantly.

"Now we go and teach you how to be a vampire," you say sweetly, tweaking his nose as he flashes you a smile of determination, his eyes beginning to glow ever so slightly; a sign that his powers are growing.

"This is going to be fun," he laughs, clasping onto your hand as you escape out of his embrace and guide him to your room.

WARNING: SMUT NEXT CHAPTER