warning!!

 purging 

—keeping it down—
11

"taehyung, i have been looking for you almost everywhere. the sun is beginning to rise, come on." namjoon scurried over once he caught sight of the rebellious prince and locked hands with him. taehyung felt a wave of discomfort trail up his arm. he didn't like this feeling, it was almost cold and bitter. namjoon was cold to the touch, like ice. nothing like a warmblood.

"i guess you didn't hear the werewolves talk, since you disappeared." namjoon flashed back to the kingdom, dragging taehyung along with him. the familiar smell of blood lingered on taehyung, but namjoon didn't seem to be bothered. he didn't even seem to notice! taehyung sighed, licking the final aftermath of the feed from his red stained lips. how delicious jeongguk's blood truly was.

"they mostly discussed the ward between us. it was somewhat peaceful, other than a few growls and hisses. the tension was so high that even the fairies were uncomfortable watching it all unfold." namjoon laughed, finally feeling that odd satisfaction of being back on vampire territory. he did not like half moon meetings that much. namjoon— unlike taehyung, had been turned into a vampire. he was strolling the midnight streets of the town when a hungry vampire leapt onto him and attacked his neck, injecting the venom into him. this made namjoon weary and unable to defend himself. due to this he was taken back to the vampire's house, and somehow he drank the attacker's blood. to turn into a vampire, you must drink a vampire's blood. simple, right? well, namjoon never discussed just how he drank the vampire's blood. it could have been by force, or even by self infliction. he never shared and taehyung never wondered enough to ask.

"it's always like that at half moon meetings. the werewolves hate us, and i'm not even sure why." taehyung spoke aloud, thanking everything above whenever namjoon stopped running fast. the castle was ahead of them, the sun peeking from the trees but not bright enough to burn them yet. as they walked up the stairs, namjoon noticed it. werewolf scent, all over taehyung.

"they must not hate you." namjoon muttered, but of course taehyung overheard it. the prince's eyes immensely darkened, dangerously infuriated by the assumption that he was close with a werewolf, although true, still not pleasing to have been revealed.

"you don't know what happened. it could have been anything. don't assume things that didn't happen." taehyung scoffed, walking faster up the long line of steps. the concrete was nipping his ankles from how fast he was walking. namjoon jogged to catch up, an all knowing smirk on his lips.

"that's why you weren't at the half moon meeting! you were too busy smooching a werewolf." namjoon bursted into laughter, gripping his stomach. his face went entirely red as taehyung watched in displeasure. if anything, this made him want to never speak to that disgusting werewolf ever again. not if it made namjoon react like this.

"i would never smooch a werewolf. in fact, i have not and never will kiss anyone." taehyung retorted, feeling anger build up within his mind. he felt dirty, that fuzzy warm feeling while leaning against jeongguk, gone. it vanished right when namjoon accused him. taehyung knew he needed to shower, to get rid of this ugly scent. he needed to get rid of any evidence that he spent time with a werewolf.

even his stomach rumbled in the wrong way. jeongguk's blood was in him, and he needed to do everything to get it out— perhaps a warlock could give him something to make him vomit. yoongi! he was always there to help. taehyung immediately turned from namjoon and sprinted into the castle doors. the air was cold in there, but not cold enough for taehyung to be affected by it. the king was in his room, or maybe the meeting room. the prince was unsure, he didn't try to care either.

he neared the closest person— which happened to be a female vampire. her name was seulgi. she was very sweet, not that taehyung particularly cared. seulgi was centuries old, yet she never aged over 21. she was always out and about, and she had married into royalty. that made taehyung dislike her only slightly, leeching off the royals just to stay higher in class. nonetheless, taehyung went to her.

"have you seen min yoongi anywhere? i have a request for him." the vampire prince plead eagerly, his ears turning a bright red. what was he doing? asking someone for help. he seemed so ultimately desperate to remove this blood, but what would happen if he just let it digest? nothing terrible, maybe he would feel revolted. yes, utterly revolted with himself. he couldn't believe he did that, drinking from a werewolf.

how pitiful of him!

seulgi wasn't sure how to answer, she just shrugged and deadpanned, "i'm not sure. he could be—"

taehyung had already departed, swirling up the spiral staircase and into his own quarter. the hallway seemed longer than usual, the roof taller, the door shorter. it was all unsettling. he opened his door to his room and closed it behind him softly— a quick locking of the door and a disregard to his clothing. they soon ended up on his floor, leaving him almost bare.

he went to his bathroom, cranked the shower handle and leapt into the shower. it was hot, burning against his skin as he scrubbed away all the evidence, all the scents of the werewolf. he scrubbed his hair, his legs, his arms. everything until it all turned red. taehyung sunk to his hands and knees and forcefully stuck a finger in his throat— and out came the blood he had consumed. the bathtub seemed to be completely red now, the liquid going down the drain with ease. the prince's lips and teeth seemed to be an everlasting shade of red he could never scrub off.

once he felt he had gotten rid of any trace of jeongguk, he stopped the running water and got out. he dried himself off with a red towel and got himself ready for bed. even now, the prince felt disgusted with himself. he had just vomited his meal into the shower because of pure shame. that was even disgraceful in itself. he shook his wet hair, that now smelled of fresh scents instead of wild dog.

to top it off, he swished his mouth with mouth wash, the stinging liquid went in blue, and came out a nice red. he made sure to not swallow any of it, since vampires take years practicing eating. they usually can't keep anything down except for blood. taehyung wasn't personally a master at keeping down things other than blood, and mouthwash was one thing he had yet to swallow and find out if it stayed down. so he just made sure none was swallowed, rinsing out the residue and calling it a night.

he threw his dress shirt, the one with the stained sleeve, into his closet. it sat on his closet floor, still reeking of werewolf. he would deal with it, but he was incredibly tired and just wanted to sleep. yet the incredibly strong scent of jeongguk still stayed in his mind as the dress shirt let it float aimlessly around the room, and that's when taehyung finally figured it out.

there was no getting rid of jeongguk.

—chapter-end—