Taking a hit from his blunt and exhaling it to the side, Yoongi regards Jungkook with confusion painted on his face. He seems as if he's just woken up, wearing a wide-necked white tee with baggy flannel patterned pants. His shaggy black mane sticks up in some places, his brow deeply creased as he assessed the figure taking up his doorway.

"Gahdamn.......you, my friend, look like a bag of shit," he remarks, coughing some more. Jungkook rolls his eyes before pushing past Yoongi so he could enter.

"Very funny...Now watch out... I'm sizzling.." he grumbles, referring to the literal burn he felt inside and out due to his thirst and the encroaching sunrise. He nudges Yoongi as he stepped over the threshold, making him laugh as he tucked the rolled vice between his lips.

"I knew I smelled bacon.." Yoongi remarks comically as he shut the door.

Jungkook heads deeper into the basement apartment comfortably, stumbling around to adjust the black-out curtains that lined the street-level windows to ensure the only light in the room came from the inside. Once finished, Yoongi approaches him in the dim living room area.

"You know, I was actually starting to worry...hadnt heard from you in a while. Youre one of my most regular customers considering the type of shit I supply for you..." he puffs and Jungkook nods as he turned around, grimacing while he unzipped his hoodie.

"Yeah...i've been laying low" he exhales, tossing it aside. Yoongi is walking into his kitchen casually, looking like a train as the smoke trailed from his head. Jungkook remains planted in the middle of the living room, watching him warily.

"I see..." he calls over his shoulder. He opens his fridge, bending briefly to retrieve a canned energy drink.

"So...."He pauses to pop the tab, quickly sucking up the carbonated bubbles that gathered from the mouth of the can.

"...what brings you over on this fine mornNINGGG!!? " he says as he turned around, gasping and flinching at Jungkook suddenly being directly in front of him. He's shirtless and panting, his dark tattoo's becoming riddled with faint black veins that matched the ones surrounding his eyes. His expression is dazed and exhausted, his irises seeming off focus as he stared into Yoongi's.

The hand holding the energy drink shakes slightly and Yoongi stumbles back to lean against the refrigerator.

"Man what the hell...You were just over there.." he stammers and Jungkook lets out a sigh that's overlayed by a deep growl.

"Why do think I'm here?" a voice unlike his own grumbles from his lips and he takes a menacing step towards Yoongi.

As if to answer for him, Jungkook grimaces at the onslaught of viciously demanding whispers, causing him to stumble away to lean against a counter behind him.

Yoongi maintains his distance despite being increasingly concerned with how Jungkook was now curling into himself, dropping to his knees, and pressing his palms firmly against his ears.

His thirst was nearly at the point of taking control and he had to get some type of blood in him before it was too late.

"JK?...you...you alright?" Yoongi asks hesitantly, inching closer with caution.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm just...." Jungkook grits, fighting the raging beast trying to break through and slaughter the closest thing to a friend he had in the city.

Or world for that matter.

"It's alright bud....Just uh.... little concerned..." Yoongi continues. He turns carefully to place his drink and blunt on the counter before returning to approach Jungkook slowly, who is mumbling incoherently beneath his breath while rocking against the bottom counters.

"What was that? I can't hear you, man...." Yoongi frowns and Jungkook's neck whips up in his direction, his eyes wide and his irises sparkling like obsidian while the vessels surrounding his sockets bulged.

"THIRSTY!" he repeats, growling in a voice thats barely his own, and Yoongi jumps back in response.

"OK OK...Shit...Hold on..." he immediately steps away, not taking his eyes off of Jungkook until he's rounded the counter and out of the kitchen. As he waited, Jungkook clenches his jaw and stares at the cracked light fixture on the kitchen ceiling.

"Hurry...please hurry..." He whispers weakly, holding on to the sound of Yoongi moving deeper into his apartment and into the locked away area where he kept his 'merchandise'.

"Im coming bud..just hold on..." he hears him say, probably not even intending for it to be heard and less than a minute later, Yoongi is returning to the front area of the apartment. Jungkook perks up when the smell of cold blood masked by plastic gets stronger and the voices that were previously telling him to murder the entire city were silent.

Finally.

"Yoongi..you're a fucking God send...you know that right?" Jungkook pants and Yoongi grunts in amusement as he dumped the cooler full of blood bags into the sink.

"Yeah, I get that a lot...You want it warm or..." he turns to address Jungkook, trailing off. Jungkook swallows bitterly at the question.

"Whatchu think? Got any O?" he grits and Yoongi turns away to check the scattered bags now under hot running water. He bares his teeth in a regretful grimace.

"I think Im fresh out of O. You know that universal shits rare..but I do have B neg and Ab..."

"ugh..."Jungkook scoffs, a strained growl underlying his sigh at the news. Yoongi lifts his brows.

"You over there looking like that and you wanna be picky? Seriously? Its not like this shits a common commodity.." he begins to scold and Jungkook lifts his hand to stop him before he got ahead, gesturing for him to just give him what he had.

"Doesnt matter....long as it's not ice cold....just hurry, please. " he mutters.

"Yeah yeah, your highness..simmer down., it's coming.."

Approximately 30 seconds later, Yoongi is shutting off the sink and picking up three bags from the steaming water.

"Alright order up for the moody vampire at table 3..." he mumbles humorously as he faced him and before he can even offer it, Jungkook is already snatching a bag from his hold. He sinks his teeth straight through the plastic, growling hungrily as he sucked in heaping mouthfuls of blood.

Jungkook's muscles flex and swell as he squeezed from the bottom of the bag, and his eyes rolled back as her released a tempered growl that fades into a strained groan of satisfaction. Yoongi stands by cringing as Junglook drained the first bag in seconds, barely pausing to snatch the second from his offering hand.

Three bags of B negative and one bag of Ab positive later, Jungkook drops the shriveled plastic on the floor to join the others. He leans back against the bottom cabinets, shutting his eyes and relishing in the instant effect the blood had on his deprived body.

Meanwhile, Yoongi sits wide-legged across from him on the counter between the stove and refrigerator, pinching his half-smoked blunt between his fingers and exhaling clouds of white into the air. No one speaks, the only sounds between them being deeply rasped pants and the occasional cough.

As the blood haze settled, Jungkook lifts his head to find puff the magic dragon himself staring back at him.

Yoongi perks his brow.

"You good?" he asks and Jungkook swallows slowly, testing to see if the burn in his throat had receded before responding.

"Yeah...I think so..." he nods. Feeling less shitty and in control of himself, Jungkook slowly rises from the kitchen floor to bring himself level with Yoongi. Through darkened slits, Yoongi gives Jungkook's perfectly defined physique a once-over before lifting both of his brows.

"Hmm..want this? To cleanse your pallet?" he offers the blunt to Jungkook, coughing against billowed cheeks.

Jungkook eyes it incredulously for a moment before reaching out to take it from Yoongi's fingers, putting it to his lips to take a hit. Yoongi watches him blankly for a moment before hopping down from his counter with a muffled groan.

"You can finish that off....not tryna taste any of what you just had." he teases while comfortably nudging Jungkook's tattooed shoulder as he passed him. Jungkook doesn't spare him a smirk or a chuckle, only rolling his eyes as he exhaled smoke through his nostrils.

He follows Yoongi into the living room, plopping down on the navy blue worn-in sofa while the host took up the love seat across from it with his energy drink in hand.

Jungkook kicks off his boots and takes a deep toke from the blunt before laying back against the seats of the sofa, exhaling the smoke when he relaxed. Yoongi takes a sip from the can and swallows the caffeine down before letting out a small burp.

"So...You sure you're alright? Fangs all tucked away and shit..." he asks casually and Jungkook smirks.

"Yeah man....crisis adverted. For now," he adds, staring tiredly at the ceiling. Yoongi nods in understanding.

After another sip from his can, he lifts his arm to shake his watch down to the bottom of his wrist to check the time.

"It's a good thing I work so early. Otherwise, you would have probably kicked my door in."

"Probably," Jungkook mutters.

"Or worse." he tacks on, sparking Yoongi's interest.

He tilts his head curiously.

"Worse? Uh oh....like what? Killing my landlord? Cuz that doesn't sound too bad...." he says over the can, taking another sip. Jungkook chuckles dryly at Yoongi's tone but humor is far from the present.

"You say that now...But it's all good... It's quiet now and I'm not in pain anymore...I fed a little bit earlier but I guess it wasn't enough."

"When is it ever enough though? Since knowing you, it seems like the cap on this thirst of yours is only getting worse...I don't think I've ever seen you like that." Yoongi's expression and tone turn grim, and Jungkook winces at the memory of startling him in the kitchen.

"Sorry about that..." he says quietly, his responding tone dripping with shame. Yoongi shrugs in his seat, tipping back the can again.

"Don't apologize..." he exhales after swallowing, shaking his head.

He shifts his position on the seat, leaning up to rest his elbows on his knees with the tall can passed between his hands.

"I'm just concerned...like I said, I've never seen you like that."

Jungkook regards him thoughtfully for a moment and he resumes his gaze on the ceiling.

He takes a quick hit on the blunt and exhales shortly after.

"I'm good... I promise."

Yoongi narrows his eyes at Jungkook's relaxed profile, watching him blink slowly as the THC took its light effect on him.

Though seeming to have a solid and bizarre friendship, Yoongi set a boundary a long time ago where he was ok only knowing what he needed to know.

And with his connections allowing him to provide the only vampire he'd ever met with blood to keep him from making a meal of innocent people, Yoongi found a slice of comfort in knowing that much.

"Good. I'm glad...don't need you out here slaughtering folks. There are enough killers out there as is.." he says snarkily, making the corners of Jungkook's mouth curl up.

"Well you've got one less to worry about for now...." he responds.

"So yeah, about that.....How long you think that fix will hold you before big brother starts barking at you again?" Yoongi asks and Jungkook pokes his bottom lip out.

"Eh...a week. Two max..." he shrugs, sounding far too casual for Yoongi's liking.

That meant he would need to access the blood bank at his job ASAP.

"Hmm...WELP..... I'll be heading into work in a few hours so if I can nab you some O, I'll try my damnedest. In the meantime, you can take what's left of that in the sink if you need it." Yoongi points over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

At that, Jungkook leans up and turns to face Yoongi with his eyes widening slightly in surprise and appreciation.

"Seriously?" he asks.

"Mmhmm" Yoongi hums.

Jungkook releases an elated sigh of relief, rolling on his back and running his palm over his face.

"Ooooh, man. You're so clutch..what do I owe you?" he speaks through his ink'd knuckles to ask.

For probably the 8th time in the past 5 minutes, Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

"Ah....don't worry about it. That shits been in there for a while. I'll only charge you for O neg since the risk is higher to get. This was an emergency..."

Jungkook cuts him a disapproving glance.

"C'mon man...I can't just not pay you..."

Yoongi cuts him off by standing suddenly. He groans softly as he rolled his neck and stretched his back, cracking bones here and there.

"Dude shut up...Just have my back if I need a favor. How's that?" he grunts amid his morning stretch.

"A favor? Like what?"

Yoongi shrugs, lifting the energy drink can up one last time to finish it. Once the can is empty, he lets out a loud sigh and shivers slightly at the zing of the caffeine before setting it down on the coffee table.

"Welp...I guess we'll find out whenever I ask...So, I assume you're staying here today."He asks, stepping away from the living room.

Jungkook stretches his arm to point in Yoongi's direction as he went on his way.

" You assume right my friend..." he slurs sleepily and Yoongi chuffs.

"Yeah yeah well...Mi kaka, Su kaka.." he says confidently. Jungkook frowns, lifting his head slightly to look at Yoongi's back.

"Huh?"

"My shit, yo shit...duh. Don't smoke up all of my shit either. I'm gonna go get ready for work. Get some sleep" he calls back to him without turning around, disappearing down the hallway shortly after.

Shaking his head, Jungkook grunts in amusement as he lays back against the couch cushions and exhales comfortably as he settles in.

Sleep was a welcomed luxury after the kind of night he had and he was grateful things seemed to unfold the way they did.

He'd survived another spell without going on a blood binge and avoided ending a life. The greater part of him was impressed with how he was able to resist the temptation but the uglier part of him was disgusted with how he handled himself. He knew Tanya would have been and he can almost hear her chastising him for being what she considered weak.

But like he always did when thoughts of his ex threatened to spoil his mood, Jungkook pushes them away before closing his eyes and allowing his mind to coast.

Landing on the hazel eyes and brown skin.

Subtle curves and full lips.

Wavy rain-speckled hair and a velvet voice.

He feels himself slipping into his unconsciousness, humming a tune he never thought would attach itself before tonight.

".....why you wanna fly....blackbird...you ain't..ever..." he slurs, following the flow of his thoughts as they settled on the young woman who was now laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her noise-canceling headphones drowning out the sounds of the day.

Both of their eyes falling shut.

Both of them drifting into a welcomed slumber...