~One week later~

Seokjin was getting adjusted to being around Namjoon. He always felt the urge to keep him around. Namjoon became a stronger addiction to him than blood.

They were walking around in the park one day, when they became tired from the heat, so
instead of retreating back to the car, they saw a lemonade stand a few miles away. Namjoon's feet were aching, so Seokjin offered to bring him the lemonade so he wouldn't have to walk. Namjoon agreed, thanking him.

"While you do that, I'll go to the car and get the umbrella. It's not healthy for us to be consuming this much sunlight."

Seokjin found the park very soothing. It was full of tall, beautiful trees, soft grass, and a pathway made of gray and white stones. The beach was also close to the park, so the soft and calming breeze made up for the hot and sunny weather. Seokjin made it to the lemonade stand, and waited in line for a while. This time he decided to wear the face mask they originally gave him and forced him to wear at the hospital. It might bring him bad memories, but it kept him safer.

He didn't want to run the risk of getting caught by any of the people he's seen in the lab, so he would dress up differently, but he would always wear the same face mask no matter the weather or the event.

"It's hot out today, isn't it?" The lady asked. Seokjin nodded.

"You must feel hot with that mask on. Don't you, kid?" She prepared the lemonade cups while the man thought of something to respond.

"This mask is to protect me." He held the two cups of lemonade.

"Protect you against what, might I ask." She took the money Seokjin was handing her.

"To protect me from humans." His reply was strange, but honest. In the end he didn't come to the lemonade stand to make friends, all he cared about was a man who he was staring at from far away... And a woman that was on him.

"Namjoon?" Seokjin got closer to the two figures and as the image became clearer, he saw Namjoon. He also saw a woman was sitting on his lap, flirting with him.

The woman got up and stared at a guy behind Seokjin.

"Who the hell are you? Get away from my girl." Seokjin reacted at the guy pushing Namjoon.

"This woman sat on him first, I saw her earlier. You shouldn't trust her with those kind of schemes, mister." The guy had his fist clenched on Namjoon's shirt. He let go of it and looked at the woman.

"It's you again! I didn't recognize you with that clothing. What's with the stupid mask?" He pulled Seokjin's mask off, revealing his dark red lips. The man kept his mouth shut in order to keep his fangs a secret, but they were still slightly poking out.

"You heard what the man said already, she sat down on me first. Now please leave." Namjoon went next to Seokjin who appeared calm. The guy gave the mask to Seokjin, and the man reacted by grabbing his wrist.

Namjoon has seen Seokjin do this action before: It means he's been triggered by the smell
of the guy's flesh.

"Seokjin, let's go." He had to pry Seokjin's hand off of the guy's wrist and attach it to his. Seokjin gripped him tightly, his eyes still targeting the other guy in front of him.

"Seokjin. So that's what you're called. Freak." Namjoon knew this was the guy who Seokjin had previously encountered in the mall. He remembered how bad the guy treated him and how he continuously kept calling him names. Namjoon hated him.

They tried to leave, but the guy was being stubborn.

"What? Are you running away from me, now? You cowards." The younger felt pain in his arm from how tightly Seokjin was gripping onto him. His voice was lower than before, signalling he was ready to bite into the guy's neck. Namjoon couldn't allow him to do that
and become a killer. The only thing he could do was retreat back to the car with him, still holding on tightly to his arm.

Seokjin's breathing was calm. Almost as if the man wasn't breathing at all. The doctor looked into his eyes and saw they were pitch black. Seokjin refused to let go of his arm, even after they were in the car.

"Ignore them, okay? Let's just go somewhere else." Seokjin looked at Namjoon, breathing faster.

"I'm not mad at him because of what he said about me, Dr. Kim." The young man raised his eyebrow.

"Then if you aren't mad, why did you grip onto me so tightly, and why are your pupils dilated? And your heart rate is increasing by the minute, I can feel it in your pulse." He drove in reverse to exit the park. The day suddenly became cloudier.

"His unfairness towards you caused my temper to increase." Seokjin put his mask on.

Namjoon was confused, and a little bit disappointed.

"Why towards me? You should be mad at him for treating you so bad. Humans like him are the reason people lose faith in humanity." The young man sighed, angrily.

"No one comes in between my doctor and I. I will kill and be killed for you, Dr. Kim."

Seokjin side eyed Namjoon, sneaking a peak at him every now and then.

The vampire's words melted Namjoon's heart. He really did care after all.

Namjoon held Seokjin's hand. "You're right, no one can ever come between us. I won't let anybody take me away from you for as long as I'm alive." The vampire was intrigued by Namjoon's words.

"Don't be afraid, you'll still have me in the afterlife. Death is momentarily. There is no need for you to fear it when you rescued a dead man himself and are having him stay in your house. Lying down on your bed, and watching you as you sleep." They intertwined hands.

"Seokjin, how does it feel to be dead and alive to you?" Namjoon worried his question may have triggered the man, but he proceeded to explain everything to him.

"Death feels odd: My body aches, my bones weigh on me, and I'm never cold. I used to hear voices in my head before, but I hear them less often now. And life feels worth living now that I've met you." The details Seokjin put into his perspectives made the doctor smile.

"What does it feel like to sleep with a vicious man, Dr. Kim?" Seokjin teased. Namjoon played along and answered him with the same sarcasm.

"It definitely keeps me up at night." Namjoon played along and answered him with the same sarcasm.

"Is that so? My apologies for giving you sleepless nights." Seokjin always took everything serious, so he was easy to fool. Namjoon felt guilty afterwards.

"I'm joking, my love. My sleepless nights disappeared the night I brought you home with me. Knowing you were safe and away from harm, my nightmares disappeared forever."

Seokjin smiled at the doctor. At that moment, he realized nothing could ever separate them from each other.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Seokjin."