"Jungkook? What the hell have you done..?" Namjoon asked in shock as he viewed the human who laid stuffed inside of the large bedding of jungkook's large resting space.

"None of you are sensitive to the smell of human blood since you've fed off of animals for so long, he shouldn't be a bother to the brotherhood. Plus Hoseok comes here often and he's a bloody human." Jungkook said with a clenched jaw as he sent a hard look at the older brother.

Namjoon was slightly thrown back at the warnings shown in Jungkook's murdering glare.

"Woah, I won't touch him calm down. It's just, I thought you hated the whole of human species? Why did you take him here? You can't possibly take care of a human." Namjoon explained with a questioning face while he looked at his brother.

"Do you think I want him here?" The youngest countered with an overly annoyed tone. He looked back at the small male laying in his bed, his soft pulse filling the large room's dull space. His chest was heaving up and down at a soft pace. Jungkook had needed to knock him out while carrying him, the smaller was a screaming mess and the other kind of understood the reaction the smaller gained after watching him kill two men rather carnally. But he saved him? So he couldn't quite wrap his head around why the smaller's reactions were so grand.

"Jungkook? Are you hearing yourself? You don't want him here? Then what in the devil's name is he doing here sleeping like a baby?!" His older brother whisper-yelled, bringing the other out of the orbits of his thoughts.

Jungkook turned around to glance at his pack-brother. He saw the frustrated state of the older and let out a deep breath.

"I don't- I don't know okay? He was being assaulted by two filthy men and he looked so weak, I just needed to take him here. It was unplanned, and I'm sure as hell not about to keep him here." The youngest explained, frustration evident in his speech. He was looking down at his feet as a sign of respect to his elder. He knew he was confusing him, he was making himself question his sanity as well.

A few seconds passed and Jungkook tentatively looked up at Namjoon, in question as to why no response had been accosted yet.

The older was meeting Jungkook's gaze, with now a more suspicious look painted onto his face.

"How exactly did you get him away from the men? You couldn't just possibly have walked in and grabbed the boy without any hinderance. What did you do? And don't lie to me." The tallest questioned while his brows adverted into straight, strict lines.

Jungkook nearly gulped but then quickly realized he had no need to feel threatened, they deserved it, this time they actually did.

"I killed them." He answered plainly, as if it was just another daily errand that should surprise nobody, which it was.

"You wh- No you know what, this time you take care of your own mess. You're going to take care of this boy until he recovers." Namjoon said within a deep sigh as he slowly made his way out of the room, all while watching the smallest. "And you better feed him your blood, he does not look too well." He added before he disappeared out into the parlor outside of the youngest' room, just like Jungkook's sanity.

He's going to take care of someone? And a human at that? Oh he was now furious at the boy laying there so peacefully, almost mocking Jungkook for the situation he's put him in.

"You filthy piece of shit." He hissed while pinning the other with his glaring, red ablaze eyes.

Jungkook quickly made his way out of the room before he could hurt the weak human. No matter how much he wanted the other to burn for making Jungkook suffer he knew he couldn't go against his brother's demands.

But he had one huge problem now, how the hell does one care for a human?

• • • 30 minutes later • • •

Jimin blinked his eyes open, a headache evident in the way pain surged through his neck up into his head. He lifted his arm up in a tired, lethargic motion in an attempt to pull away the hair covering his tires eyes.

It seemed as if the time had gone stagnant as Jimin's eyes viewed his surroundings meticulously. It didn't take much for him to conclude that he was definitely not in his own bedding and that the large, immaculate room was not his, not in his wildest dreams.

Panic settled in his veins as he quickly tumbled out of the soft bed. He had no idea what to do, would it be safe to leave the room? Would it be safer to stay? Or would that be worse as a killer might've come in and murdered him cold bloodily?

He let out a helpless and weak groan, he had no idea where he was or why he was at the certain location. "Why me?" He whispered to himself sadly as he looked around once more. Wherever he was must have belonged to someone very wealthy, the amount of details clothing the dark walls and the créeme ceiling were outstanding. Jimin had never seen anything near the level of sofisticación this room held within itself.

It didn't take long before he remembered what he had seen mere hours ago, his boyfriend cheating on him. His panic blended with his new mournful feelings which had returned to haunt him once again. His hands slowly but noticeably started twitching as he bit his warm lip trying to come up with a decent idea that could help him get out of this situation.

Maybe nobody was out to kill him? What if he had found some really hot guy who'd loved his feelings away for a few hours, and maybe he'd gotten drunk to suffocate his heartbreak? Yeah that's probably why he couldn't remember where he was. At least that's what he told himself, it was easier believing a harmless idea rather than being realistic and coming to your own senses. Reality was scary, Jimin had learned that now. He would choose anything besides reality at the moment, just to have a small moment of tranquility. It was insipid, but everyone's right mind would be blurred after being betrayed by the one they loved so deeply.

He was met by a large parlor as his feet led him outside of the previously mentioned room. The room was dark, painted a deep mahogany red, filled with nothing by a large salón sofa and a matching set of golden-plated chairs in front of the most stunning fireplace Jimin had ever seen.

The warmth nearly drew him closer, it was a pleasant contrast to the room he woke up in earlier.

"You're awake."

Jimin nearly fell on his back due to the sudden fright he had been exposed to. His breath increased by the second and he felt the panic filling him up again. He quickly scanned the now rather lurid room to spot the culprit, that's when he saw it. On one of the chairs sat a man, with his broad back turned towards the small boy.

His first instinct was to flee, just like he'd done when he'd seen his boyfriend. And so he did, or at least he began to. Then it all went so fast, one second he was standing on top of the wooden floor and the next he was laying down upon it. The male who had seen sitting on a chair mere milliseconds ago was pushing Jimin's chest down with his large hand while sitting on his legs, making it impossible for the smaller to make a move.

The stranger had a very pessimistic look on his otherwise spotless, handsome face and his grip got stronger by the minute, veins visible as he used his strength. His features were very familiar and in the midst of all his panic a certain memory started pooling into his head. After rendering the face over him for a few seconds he quickly remembered him. He remembered the way his nails had slit open a man's throat with ease, blood gushing out over Jimin, covering him whole. Then he had went on to killing the other man with no hardship needed, it was bloody and cold. The man's eyes had been bright red and it was the most terrifying sight Jimin had ever behold.
He was the one who'd captured him.

"Get off of me!" Jimin cried out after the gruesome images filled his mind. All that went though his mind was "I'm going to die" over and over again in a repetitive pattern. He tried to brake the man's iron hold he seemed to have around his body but it was to no use.
Tears fell uncontrollably as he tried to twist his body from side to side, his arms were free at least and they were clawing at the other male in frail attempts to hurt him but it was fruitless attempts.

"Stop it!" The man above him sneered while moving his hand up to the smaller's neck, wrapping around it snuggly. This made Jimin inevitably  shut up but his body kept moving in hopes of getting out, now frightened for his life.

"Look, if you don't want me to hurt you you need to drink. I won't tell you twice." He said in a dominant voice, making the smaller's movements shuttle immediately while his heartbeat increased by the scary tone the other was using. Jimin was confused as to what the male meant but when he looked down he nearly gagged as realization came to his mind.

Jungkook lifted his free arm up to Jimin's plump lips, he had a small cut on the top of his wrist were blood had started to collect in a minimal pool. At the sight of this Jimin immediately started shaking his head, he didn't know what kind of satanic male this was but the last thing he wanted was to die from cancer transmitted by some freak's blood into his system.

The young's sudden movements forced his chin to smash against the bigger's wrist, making some of the blood spill onto the equally dark floor. This made Jungkook fume as he felt his last piece of patience fade away.

A slap-sound echoed between the walls of the room after Jungkook had harshly slapped the other's cheek.

"You'll not go against me, you need this. Now drink." He said as he forcefully pushed his wrist into Jimin's mouth. Blood spilling between his lips before the smaller fearfully started to suck around the cut, cringing at the metallic taste. He shut his eyes closed hard while forcing the other's blood down his throat. It was awful but he assumed he had to listen to the demands of the other if he wanted to remain living.

He was a mess, blood and tears blending at his chin and dropping down onto his chest. It was a sight Jungkook would remember forever, it was exciting dragging out such extreme emotions out of the other. He had never had a human who was so scared,  the fear was an exact resemblance of how Jungkook had felt while watching his family die out one by one while he was so feeble and helpless. The thought made Jungkook's hold loosen up and he slowly  backed away while remembering that he had to take care of this human, otherwise he could be thrown out of his pack.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh." He spoke while watching the other struggle as he coughed up blood. The sentences he said made himself mad but at the same time he tried to tell himself that he shouldn't have been so harsh, this boy had done nothing against him.

It was an understatement to state that he was at war with his own thoughts.

Jimin was a sad wreck, all feelings were washing over him at once and he curled up into a small ball as he cried his heart out. He was shaking and screaming incoherent words as his small body tensed up with every breath he took.

Jungkook was nothing but glad his pack had left just before Jimin woke up, he'd been punished severely if they were here to see this sight.

Once he came to the realization that the small boy would not calm down he slowly moved towards him with careful steps. This didn't go unnoticed by Jimin though as he quickly curled up tighter as a move of defense.

"Please don't." He whimpered as the taller sat down on his feet next to him.
Jungkook didn't listen though and he took a light hold of the worn out boy, the struggle was minimal but Jimin still tried to make the other go away.
"Please don't." He begged quietly again as he felt the strong arms pull him down against his hard chest.

"It'll calm you, I promise. You just need to lean your head against my neck." Jungkook tried to explain but the other groaned in denial as he weakly tried to push himself off of the strong male.

Jungkook then pushed the shorter's head against his neck as he realized the other would not listen, lifting his chin up so it was resting against his collarbone. "Now just breath through your nose, my pheromones will calm you down and then we can talk. No pain needed." He mumbled for the boy to hear as he softly wrapped his left hand around Jimin head to push him a bit closer.

Jimin gave up at that point and just let his head rest against the other's neck, it would be a lie if he said it was not comfortable but he was still frightened to his core and his heart was making sure Jungkook knew that.

Blood from the smaller's chest was wiping against Jungkook's white y-shirt but he couldn't care less at the moment, he just needed to calm this boy down so his afternoon would be less burdensome.

Slowly but steadily Jimin felt himself grow more and more tired, not necessarily calm- he didn't think he'd ever be able to calm down anymore- but he did feel his negative thoughts draw away in a lethargic pace as he let his hands rest against the other's chest. Everything eased away and it felt as if he was laying on top of a cloud, all pain washed away to shore. He snuggled closer to the source of peace and slowly became more numb to all the pain and suffering he's been through.

It didn't take long for the boy to fall asleep, and at that moment Jungkook praised his genes for his calming aura.