The computer restarted again, but the screen was still invaded by weird shapes and colors, meaning it had a virus. Seokjin didn't know anything about computers, so he had to guess how to fix things. What made it worse was that there was a video from the website randomly playing in the laptop, but the man had no idea where the audio was coming from. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed to think of a way to clean the computer so that Namjoon doesn't know he was snooping through his internet history.

~~~

"I haven't filmed a video in a long time. Anyways, hello there. It's Doctor Kim. It's my first day at the new job and I have to say, the hospital is very clean and everybody looks normal.

By normal I mean that the workers in there don't stare at me and greet me with a creepy smile. In fact, although they're friendly, the people there don't greet me at all. Not that I'm complaining about it though, the less friends I make, the better.

You know what's strange? I told Seokjin that he could call me through my computer any time he wanted to, no matter what, and so far the man hasn't called me at all. It's a good thing. But... I don't know, I'm probably just being paranoid.

I won't call him every five minutes like those overly concerned parents, I'll let the man have a little freedom and time to himself for a while. If he hasn't called me now then it's probably because he's busy doing something else, or maybe he fell asleep. I'll never know.

Just to be on the safe side, however, I'll give him a call when I'm out of here. I'll be leaving in a few hours. Hopefully I'll be able to record more like this. For now, it's goodbye from me."

Namjoon ended his recording and put his camera away back in his car, then cleaned up the small crumbs he left in the car from his lunch.

"I'll be home soon. I'll see you soon, my love." With Seokjin on Namjoon's mind, the doctor gracefully headed back inside of the hospital, smiling.

~timeskip~

When his curfew was over, the young man headed back to his apartment. For a first day at a new job, he had a good time. He didn't make any new friends, but he preferred to not
know anyone.

He jiggled the keys in his hands, unlocking the door to his apartment. "Sweetheart, I'm back. I've been calling you for hours but you never picked it up." In response to what he said, Namjoon just heard a strange moaning coming from upstairs.

The sounds were muffled by something, so Namjoon wasn't sure where the audio was even coming from. He opened his room door to find Seokjin suffocating his closed laptop underneath the pillows.

He was in shock to see the doctor was standing outside of the bedroom, staring at him with confusion.

Seokjin was speechless.

"What happened?" Namjoon placed his suitcase down, heading towards Seokjin.

The man stepped away as Namjoon pulled the laptop from underneath the pillows, exposing the screen which was full of strange images. He knew exactly where they were from.

His eyes widened. Seokjin was just as surprised as he was.

"Jinnie, where you searching through my history?" The man nodded, shamefully.

"I thought it was a cooking show. I'm sorry, master..." He pouted.

"You interacted with these jokes. You thought they were amusing, huh?" Namjoon was referring to the laughing faces Seokjin had put as a reaction to the photo. What a smart vampire he was.

"Yes. Sorry." A smile of embarrassment appeared on the man's face.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I'm more embarrassed than you are. At least you enjoyed the content on here... Well, some of it." He covered his face.

Both of the men were now embarrassed.

~~~

"You were able to delete the images." Seokjin pointed at the clean screen.

"Yeah, thankfully I was able to eliminate the virus on time. Oh Jinnie, you made my day."
Hearing that from Namjoon, the vampire felt happier.

He attempted to cuddle with Namjoon, but stopped when he saw him loosening his tie.

"Not yet, sweetheart. I have too many germs on me from the hospital. They're on me and my clothes, so I'm going to put these in the laundry room and take a shower. We can cuddle later on." He walked away. Seokjin followed behind him.

The man seemed to hesitate to say another word to Namjoon, but he had already tapped on his shoulder when he followed him downstairs so he had no choice but to speak his mind.

"Can't I join you?" Seokjin's eyes were daggered on the doctor the whole time. He wasn't sure if he regretted saying that, but it was already said and he couldn't take it back.

Namjoon went inside of the bathroom, turning the lights on. He stared at Seokjin who was staring back at him from the hallway.

"Come in." Namjoon signalled him to enter the bathroom. Seokjin went inside.

The young man closed the door behind him when the other entered the bathroom, just so that the warm water lasts longer. Luckily, his shower was big enough for the both of them.

After the shower, Seokjin got out first and left the doctor alone. He heard a knock on the door and opened it thinking it was one of Namjoon's friends.

It wasn't.

"You must be his roommate. Is Namjoon here by any chance?" It was Namjoon's mother.

"Your son will be down in a minute." Seokjin let her in and closed the door.

"I can see my son has taken care of this place. He isn't dirty anymore like he used to be."

"Dirty?" Seokjin thought of the jokes he read online.

"Oh, yes. My son was a very unorganized man. I'm happy to see how much he's improved
in cleaning." She coughed.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Seokjin asked when the woman nearly fainted.

"Yes, I'm alright." As she got back up, Seokjin's facial expressions changed when a familiar scent wandered around into his nose.

The woman held her right arm, feeling annoyed.

"This tape they put around my arm keeps slipping off. Please excuse me, I'm going to find the first aid kit Namjoon keeps in his room." When Namjoon's mother retreated upstairs
to get the aid kit her son keeps in his bedroom, Seokjin wiggled his nose and began to sniff around. The woman left a few drops of blood on the hardwood floor. This was far too much for Seokjin.

His mouth watered from the temptations he was holding inside.

"No one would know." He thought.

"No one would see me. Namjoon is still busy and so is his mother." He started to bite his lips.

With no one around but the haunting addiction in his head, the vampire couldn't resist himself any longer.

"Just one taste to satisfy my hunger." He knelt to the ground, licking the blood. It acted as a drug: He couldn't help but to consume it, no matter how hard he tried to stop himself from doing so.

Now, Seokjin thought that by ending with his temptation, he would make it through,

but one taste wasn't enough. The man craved more.

"Seokjin, who's upstairs?" He quickly wiped his lips, staring at Namjoon who was slowly approaching him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his bare waist.

Seokjin melted into his kiss, forgetting about everything. The doctor held onto Seokjin, deepening the kiss.

"Why do I taste blood on your lips?" Namjoon's question made the vampire feel nervous.

Luckily, "Namjoon, there you are!" his mother arrived just in time.

Namjoon greeted his mother sweetly with a hug, when he heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Seokjin went to answer the door. He saw Yoongi.

"Oh, it's you. Is my bro home?" Yoongi sassed.

"Please, have a seat." He gripped onto Yoongi's shoulders tightly. The younger sat down, gritting his teeth.

"I didn't come alone. There's someone else outside." He said, brushing his clothes.

"Who else is with you. Is it your friend, Hoseok?" Seokjin raised his eyebrows.

"Why don't you just open the door for him? He's been bugging me since last night." Yoongi left Seokjin alone to go speak to Namjoon.

Namjoon got so overwhelmed by his mother and his best friend's unexpected visit, he focused most of his attention on his visitors, ignoring the vampire. He didn't even see when the man left the apartment.

"Did you two eat something already?" He asked.

Seokjin suddenly returned, surprising everyone. He didn't say a word to anyone.

"I'll help prepare lunch." Since both Seokjin and Namjoon's mother wanted to cook, they agreed on making the food together.

Seokjin enjoyed cooking, he likes to experiment with new dishes.

"Uh, Seokjin." The man turned his head over, staring at Yoongi. Namjoon was looking down at his phone, but he was secretly hearing their conversation.

"He's still outside, waiting for you to answer the door. Won't you let him in after we have lunch?" The man looked over at the door, his eyes betraying him and aiming towards Namjoon instead.

"I'll think about it." The men bumped into each other, parting ways.

"Seokjin, you're such a good cook. Who taught you to have such exquisite taste in making these dishes?" Namjoon's mother asked, stirring a pot.

"I owe it all to my mom. She taught me everything I know." He smiled.

"And where is your mother now? I would love to meet her someday. We could all open up
our own restaurant together!" She laughs, sweetly.

Seokjin closed his eyes.

~~~

"Mom? Dad? Where are they taking me? Mom, don't let them take me!"

~~~

He reopened them, feeling warm hands touch his shoulders. It was Namjoon. The doctor sensed his mother did something wrong when asking that seemingly innocent question to Seokjin.

"My parents are in a better place now, ma'am." Seokjin looked up and the woman seemed to understand. She apologized for the question she previously asked, and tried to make it
up by helping Seokjin in the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon muttered when he got the chance to speak to the man alone.

The man nodded. They held hands whenever Namjoon's mother wasn't looking. Let's face it, Namjoon and Seokjin were whipped for each other.

Those two were inseparable.

For now. At least...

~~~

During lunch, they kept on hearing a persistent sound, banging on the window.

"It's probably those kids again who always bother Namjoon." Yoongi stated.

"Kids?" Seokjin got up.

"What kids, no kids have ever bothered me." Namjoon spoke too late. The man had already opened the door to go downstairs.

"Seokjin, stay here." Namjoon said. Unfortunately for him, the man was already heading outside.

"I'll scare them away so they won't come back again to bother you. I will return soon, master. I promise." And Namjoon let him go, trusting the man's words.

"He'll be back. He'll be back, Namjoon." Namjoon sat back down after repeating to himself
that his lover would be just fine on his own.

-Five minutes later-

Moments after the man was gone, Namjoon began to wonder what he was doing to those supposed kids to scare them away.

-meanwhile-

Seokjin closed the door behind him, jumping outside in the backyard. He knew that the kids would run back home immediately. The only question is: Where are they?

The backyard was completely empty. No one was around there but him.

Or was he? The man had given up and went back inside when he heard someone calling out his name.

"Joowon?" The guy was wearing a confident smile on his face while approaching Seokjin.

"I'm sorry. Namjoon threatened to send me to jail for harassing you if he ever saw you near me again..." He frowned, sadly.

"What? That's insane. Sir, please forgive him. My master can be overly protective sometimes." Seokjin apologized to Joowon on Namjoon's behalf, appalled by the doctor's attitude towards his own brother. How could he be so careless and rude? This behavior was unacceptable for the man.

"Don't be so harsh on him, though. Your dear master only wanted to keep you safe." Joowon grabbed Seokjin's hand, kissing it.

"But this is still going overboard, sir." Seokjin claimed his hand back by pulling it away from Joowon in the most honest way possible, not wanting to trouble the man anymore.

"There is one way you and my brother can repay me for the damage he caused to us both,
Seokjin." The vampire wiggled his ears, getting a closer listen to what the guy was proposing.

"Come with me. Just for an hour or less, for us to visit a very fancy plaza where they sell rich and famous clothing made especially for handsome gentlemen like yourself." The man knew that by declining Joowon's offer, that he would disappoint him gravely.

Therefore, the man felt obligated to accept his invitation and leave with him to the specific plaza he mentioned.

~~~

"Seokjin!" Namjoon shouted. He was eager to get the man's attention to show him an old childhood photo of him and his brother when they were younger.

No response.

"He's probably using the restroom." Yoongi spoke. His plan of stalling Namjoon failed when his mother exited the bathroom.

"Seokjin! Yoongi, can you check to see if he at least locked the door outside while I go look for him? He's probably upstairs." His best friend nodded.

"It's dark up here." He turned on the lights and his room was empty, so he checked in the guest bedroom.

Nothing. He even searched for Seokjin in the landry room, but the man wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere.

"Seokjin, where are you?" Namjoon started to get paranoid. He grabbed his jacket and stumbled upon Yoongi halfway down the staircase, nearly tripping over the older boy.

"He's gone, Namjoon."

"Not again..."