"Jimin you're turning down another bar night with us?" Hoseok asked, leaning against their apartment's kitchen island, completely bar ready.

Jimin eyed the clock. Yoongi came home around ten, hopping straight into the shower to get ready. Whereas, Jimin's been killing time watching reruns of idol survival shows on the couch since they'd gotten back from Jungkook's match.

"I can convince Yoongi to give you some V if you come?" Hoseok tried, bringing his dab pen to his lips and letting the smoke out slowly.

Jimin's brows rose. He looked at the closed bathroom door then back at Hoseok. "Thought Yoongi banned me for life."

Hoseok's smile dropped slightly. "That night at Euphoria really was bad, Jimin. We almost had to call an ambulance if it wasn't for that kid finding us. I agree he's being too extreme, but it's hard to blame Yoongi for wanting to keep you off the stuff."

"Yea, yea I know." Jimin said, expression softening. His friends were overbearing any time it came to Jimin and hospitals - which he couldn't exactly fault since his last run in with one last semester resulted in a fun-little near death experience.

Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom and the topic of V died instantly. He was wearing a tight black shirt paired with dark jeans and a leather jacket, his wet hair slicked back into a half bun. It was annoying how fast the guy could get ready.

"You're not coming?" Yoongi asked, fixing the sleeves of his jacket without looking at Jimin. Jimin frowned, wondering what happened today to make Yoongi so tense. His words were short, almost biting, despite not saying anything harsh.

"Can't," Jimin said, "I've got plans tonight so you're going to have to get crossed without me. Just text when you guys get to the bars so I know you're safe."

Hoseok softened at that, giving in, but Yoongi just smirked disbelievingly. He threw Hoseok's designer 'arson' bomber at him, something Hoseok bought with his idol-choreographer money, and walked out the door without saying anything else.

Jimin stood at the kitchen island, blinking. "Did I say something?"

"I'll talk to him." Hoseok said. "He's been pissy since he got back."

"Did some producing thing get canceled?"

"Maybe." Hoseok shrugged. "Or his favorite Too Hot to Handle contestant got eliminated."

Jimin snorted, waving as Hoseok followed Yoongi out. It wasn't too long after that Jimin got a text from Jungkook that he was waiting at the front of Jimin's apartment complex. Jimin was surprised at the smile that grew on his lips and tried to ignore how fast he ran to the buzzer to let Jungkook in.

* * *

"You can sit down." Jimin said, tilting his head to a stool under the kitchen island.

Jungkook blushed, immediately thinking of the same words with a very different chair as he walked through Jimin's apartment door. He did as he was told, wincing when the motion contorted his abs right where the worst bruises sat.

"So, I don't know how to actually heal anything." Jimin prefaced as he grabbed two bags of frozen vegetable mix from his freezer. "But I'm pretty sure ice is supposed to work? I can try and disinfect that cut you got too - is nail polish remover the same as rubbing alcohol?"

Jungkook coughed. "You're not getting within ten feet of my cut if you think nail polish remover is the same thing as disinfectant."

"Says who?"

"Says everyone other than wikihow." Jungkook snorted before immediately wincing when the laugh pushed against his bruises. God this is going to be a bitch to heal.

"I thought vampires were supposed to heal fast." Jimin said, handing Jungkook the makeshift ice pack and Jungkook slowly took it, breathing through his teeth as he lifted his shirt and placed the frozen vegetable bag on a storm of fist shaped bruises. Jimin bit his lip, brows furrowing as he took in them in.

"Jimin. This is me healing fast. San's a vampire. Those weren't normal hits." Jungkook relaxed a bit as the ice started to numb his side. "They would have killed a regular person."

"But not you." Jimin said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"No. Not me." Jungkook grinned. He pictured Jimin cheering for him from the side lines during the match, hands balled into excited fists and lips shouting Jungkook's name. If the rush that went down Jungkook's system was what Jimin felt from receiving venom, he could understand how the TA got the addiction. "Can't keep me down for long."

Jimin raised a brow. Jungkook scoffed before choking on the immediate pain that followed. He shifted, hoping more pressure on the makeshift ice pack it would numb him faster.

"Do you ever have thoughts that aren't dirty?" Jungkook asked.

"There are other kinds?" Jimin teased, but his voice lacked the same lightheartedness as his words. He bit his lip again, drumming his fingers on the kitchen island. A little battle of thoughts played across Jimin's mind, Jungkook could see it in how his brows furrowed. What he said next caused Jungkook's entire spine to straighten and he nearly dropped the vegetable bags.

"Does drinking blood help? The healing process, I mean. Would it speed it up for you?"

"Are you offering, Jimin?" Jungkook asked, his voice laced with a certain honey like sweetness he'd never used before. He tried to blink it off, the feeling of true hunger. Blood was never something that excited him - so why the sudden change?

"I've uh, only ever had one person drink blood from me before. And it's been a while since then. But if it would help you, I don't really mind." Jimin said, rubbing his elbow and Jungkook saw a rare glimpse of a nervous boy instead of the intimidating TA he'd gotten to used to.

"Are you sure? Jimin, you don't have to." Jungkook tried, shaking off the weird supernatural thrill that rushed over him. He tried to wave his hands to emphasize but it caused his shoulder to rotate in just the wrong way causing Jungkook to drop the ice bags when his muscles cramped.

Jimin gnawed on his lip, looking directly at Jungkook's shoulder. "I mean, you're clearly in a lot of pain." He said as he ran a hand through his hair unsurely. "Just - don't drink more than you need."

Jungkook's gaze softened at that.

"What?" Jimin blinked, blushing.

"Nothing." Jungkook grinned.

Jimin frowned, reddening further. "What?"

"You're worried about me." Jungkook shrugged, swallowing the pain of the movement. "It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy."

"I worry over all my drug dealers."

Jungkook's grin dropped.

"So should I just like, stand?" Jimin asked. Jungkook could hear Jimin's heart start to pound.

"It usually helps if you lean against something. Or sit down? Some people faint."

"Not helping." Jimin said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"We can do it on the couch if it'd be more comfortable? Again, Jimin if you don't want to we don't have to."

"That'll hurt for you though, right? Having to sit down again. Your whole waist is messed up." Jimin said, eyeing the couch.

"Okay." Jungkook answered, "How about your bed?"

"Damn, foreword."

"W-what. No, I just meant you'd be comfortable there." Jungkook said, waving his hands and Jimin finally cracked a smile.

"Yea, we can do it on my bed Jungkook." Jimin said with a teasing smile, waiting for Jungkook to slide off the stool and follow him down the hall. Jimin held his arms to his chest the entire way, his hands so tight on his forearms that his knuckles were white. Jungkook swallowed - was Jimin shaking?

"Want me to venom you first?" Jungkook asked, reaching for Jimin's forearm. His touch was as gentle as his voice. Despite the ringing in the back of his head at the idea of feeding, his body craving the instant healing it would provide, Jungkook was starting to question if this was a good idea in the first place. He'd never fed on his own before - never drank from someone without supervision or outside of a spree. Yet here he was, willingly putting Jimin a dangerous position, all because Jimin's blood sang to him.

He could hear it in his pulse, as clear as listening to music in his classes. Like a beat that was slowly drilling itself way into Jungkook's mind and it took an incredible amount of will power not to let it take over.

"Just drink what you need and pull the fangs out." Jimin said as he sat down on his bed.

Jungkook blinked, snapping back to attention as he took in Jimin's room. It was - adorable. The room was dim with pastel yellow walls. A blue bed at its center where albums of famous indie and classical artists were scattered on the floor. An old record player was in one of the corners while a gym bag filled with ballet, jazz, and contemporary dance shoes were in the other. It was a cozy, chaotic, mess.

"You sure? I don't mind." Jungkook said as he stepped in front of Jimin. Jimin scooted back on his bed a bit and rested on his arms. Jungkook watched all his muscles slowly tense, like he was preparing for a hit, and stretched his neck out. "Vampires evolved venom specifically to make feeding feel good, Jimin. It'll make it easier on you."

"Just bite me, Jungkookie." Jimin said and Jungkook melted at the nickname. "My body doesn't react well to venom with the blood loss. I think it's cause I take it on its own so much."

Jungkook's hand went to the back of Jimin's neck and his fingers brushed up and down the skin gently.

"It's okay Jimin, just lay down." Jungkook said softly, watching the boy's chest rise and fall. Jimin listened to Jungkook for once and let his body down onto the bed. Jungkook tried to catch Jimin's nervous gaze, holding it with his own supportive one, and climbed on top of him.

Jimin was still tense as Jungkook towered over him, his back fully on the bed. Jungkook's tattooed hand went to the back of Jimin's neck, lifting him slightly while the other found placement on the mattress next to Jimin's shoulder. Jungkook felt drunk, his thumb pressing right on Jimin's pulse as he felt the blood flowing underneath and that supernatural thrill clawed its way back into him. Something old and predatory flushed his system, making the room disappear and Jimin his only focus.

He'd never felt anything like it, no spree ever came close. It felt like there was a chain between Jungkook and Jimin, tugging with a loud clank as he neared his neck.

Jimin's hand went Jungkook's wrist in an instant reflex, wrapping around it with a tight hold. His whole body taut and his eyes shut closed. Jungkook watched him shudder through a breath, again squeezing Jungkook's wrist.

"Jungkook. Just bite already."

"You can trust me, Jimin." Jungkook licked Jimin's neck, trying to get him to relax. He played with the skin, nipping at it. He listened as Jimin's breath leveled with each second passed until the grip around his wrist softened. Now Jimin held onto him like he was holding onto the side of a rocking boat, careful of the waves yet not trusting enough to stand on his own.

You don't like giving blood, huh?

"Where did your bravado go, Jimin-ah?" Jungkook said, his voice huskier than he anticipated, brushing his nose against Jimin's neck.

"You're flirting? Right now?" Jimin said, but when he opened his eyes to glare at Jungkook, his cheeks blushed instead.

"Cute." Jungkook smirked using Jimin's own lines against him. Before Jimin could find some witty comment to snap back, Jungkook snuck his fangs into Jimin's neck.

* * *

Jimin wasn't a fan of giving blood. It was an incredibly different feeling than the warm buzz venom poured through his body. The drug made him feel fuzzy and his head light, like he was walking on air. But blood was different, the fangs pierced deeper and the prick fucking hurt.

His body didn't usually react the best either, muscles tensing up like it was an intrusion and Jimin swore he could physically feel the blood pulled out of his veins. The last time he'd done it was October, which was nearly four or five months ago now, and that experience ended with him vowing to never do it again.

But when Jeon Jungkook's fangs went into his skin, Jimin found himself having an entirely different response. Jungkook was so gentle with it, so surprisingly careful in fact that Jimin barely felt the fangs dig in before suddenly lips were against his neck. Jungkook lifted his chin slightly, pinching Jimin's skin so that more blood would flow out with his blunt teeth, before inserting the fangs again. This time Jimin's legs stretched underneath him.

Fuck. What's wrong with me? Jimin thought as his head rolled back into his mattress, his back arching as Jungkook dug his teeth in deeper. Their chests were so close together, Jungkook's built frame towering over Jimin's smaller one and blocking off the ceiling from view.

When Jimin finally let go of Jungkook's wrist, he was hit with the sudden realization that he didn't want it to stop.

* * *

Jungkook had never tasted anything like Jimin's blood before. Nothing came even remotely close. In a way that was hard to describe, Jimin tasted golden. His blood was warm and inviting like the rays of the sun, sweet and bright in flavor, but spiced from the iron. It nearly devoured Jungkook - he'd never felt so starved after a single taste before. He could drink Jimin dry and it still wouldn't be enough.

And when Jimin moaned, Jungkook saw red.

His body moved despite himself, strength like he'd never encountered entered his system, feeling alive in a way death robbed a year ago when he turned. It was like sunlight itself was flooding into him.

Jimin brought a hand to Jungkook's cheek, lips parting as he took in Jungkook's gold irises. Suddenly, Jungkook felt incredibly self conscious, afraid Jimin would see his eyes glow and cast him out. Instead, Jimin soaked the image of Jungkook's face in like he was embracing a new song he found beautiful.

"Keep going." Jimin said, dropping his hand and moving it to the back of Jungkook's neck. Jungkook a craving ache followed Jimin's words. Jimin's legs bent up, cradled around Jungkook's waist, and Jimin gave Jungkook's neck a small push into his skin. Jungkook didn't need much more motivation than that to sink his fangs back in.

"You taste so good, Jimin-ah." Jungkook said as he pulled his fangs out, blood on his chin, and lifted Jimin's shirt off of him.

Jungkook's chest hammered when Jimin laid back down - he was beautiful in the sculpted way only dancers could achieve. Distinct lines of muscles down his chest that carved pale skin, somehow delicate despite the strength in his body. He was so gorgeous.

Jungkook moved to Jimin's thigh, shifting his pants off of him so that Jimin was just in his boxers. He brushed his tattooed hand up Jimin's right leg, grabbing Jimin's ass before pushing his hand back down his thigh, making Jimin spread his legs open around him.

Jimin panted sweetly, his hands tangling in Jungkook's hair as Jungkook shifted down between his legs. Jungkook's head spun at the light pull, something ancient screaming to make Jimin was his. Jungkook brushed his nose from Jimin's knee, slowly up and up and up his thigh before settling on a sensitive spot where his leg met his hip.

Jungkook's tattooed hand gripped Jimin's lower thigh, squeezing him before his lips sucked on the skin and Jimin's back arched into the bed. He closed his eyes, listening to Jimin lose control of his breath, panting the smallest, sweetest sounds, before Jungkook dug his fangs into Jimin's thigh.

"Fuck." Jimin hissed, his hand tugging on Jungkook's hair as his grip tightened. Jungkook could feel Jimin's legs stretch as he sucked the blood from his thigh, retracting his fangs and nipping at the skin with his blunt teeth.

Jungkook reached for Jimin's hips, holding them down as Jimin tried to buck them. He took Jimin's boxers in his teeth, pulling the fabric down. With Jungkook settled between his legs, he could appreciate that Jimin was clearly hard.

Jimin's hand still gripped Jungkook's hair as Jungkook slipped him into his mouth, starting to slowly suck him. The minute his tongue hit, Jimin let out a moan so sweet Jungkook felt like he was drinking his blood again. He increased the pressure of his tongue, slipping Jimin in and out as the boy started to ride him with his hips, lifting up and down and that cursed hand toying with Jungkook's curls.

"Jungkook." Jimin said, his eyes closed as his legs stretched around Jungkook and just before he could release, Jungkook slipped him out of his mouth, moving to Jimin's left thigh. Before Jimin could threaten Jungkook's grades, he sunk his fangs into Jimin's skin, right where his thigh met his hip. He grinned through the ecstasy of hearing Jimin moan his name uncontrollably, exasperated from not having finished earlier.

"Jungkook. Please." Jimin said through a heavy breath and Jungkook soaked in every single second of his name on Jimin's lips. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trailed messy kisses from the bottom of Jimin's hips up to his waist, then up his abs, at his chest, before finally settling on Jimin's lips and kissing him so hungrily you'd think Jungkook had starved for days.

Their lips locked and Jimin's cold fingers tore Jungkook's shirt off of him. When they kissed again, Jimin's nails dug lightly into Jungkook's waist, brushing the skin so slowly that it caused a violent shiver to go down Jungkook's spine. The kiss deepened, growing rougher, causing Jimin's hands to wrap around Jungkook's shoulders. His hips started to grind with the movement causing white to flash behind Jungkook's gold eyes.

"Say it again." Jungkook said, his hands wrapping around Jimin's wrists and pinning them about the bed. He intertwined their fingers, holding him there as Jimin looked Jungkook in the eyes, sweat covering his brow and cheeks red.

"Please." Jimin said through his teeth as he lifted his hips again.

Jungkook grinned, listening to Jimin hiss out a strained breath when Jungkook's lips went to his collarbone, purposefully ignoring how hard Jimin was against him, and sunk his fangs in again, drinking up Jimin's honey like blood. There was nothing better in the world than the taste of it - sweet and smooth and perfect. Jungkook could physically feel the bruises heal in record time, each drop of blood he drank removed a pigment of color from the hits, making him stronger by the second until each bruise was nearly invisible.

And then there was Jimin laying underneath him, witty comments and snarky remarks replaced with undone moans.

"Say it again, Jimin-ah." Jungkook hummed and felt Jimin push against his restraints as his back arched into the bed.

"Just fuck me or I'll fail you from my class." Jimin said, his eyes closed as his body craved for Jungkook's touch. "Please." He added as an afterthought.

Jungkook instantly grinned, the TA he knew was back, and flipped Jimin over on the bed. He moved some hair from Jimin's neck carefully, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, before he climbed on top of him. He undid his belt, making sure Jimin heard each clink of the buckle undoing, sliding it off of his jeans, and thumbing on the floor, before he got as bare as Jimin below him.

"I like it when you beg." Jungkook said, hand on Jimin's neck as he whispered the words into the older's ear, feeling him shudder underneath as Jungkook pushed himself inside. Jimin's arms instantly stretched out, grabbing hold of his covers and balling the sheets in his hands as he let out an audible gasp. "You should do it more often."

Jungkook waited, making sure Jimin was alright and didn't pull away from him, before he started to shift in and out, starting slow to spread him. He kissed Jimin's neck right where he'd drank from him earlier, increasing the speed and depth of his movements as Jimin started to react with his own hips, matching Jungkook's pace. They panted together, Jimin's hand making it's way to grab a hold of Jungkook's wrist just as he had earlier in the night, but this time the touch was warm, trusting.

Jungkook sped up his pace, his arms moving to hold Jimin's waist as he went harder, forgetting Jimin's blood and simply savoring the feeling of being this close to him, this vulnerable with him, until finally both boys finally released together, falling limp on the bed below.

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warning, next chapter is a monster in word count (unless I manage to edit it down!!) <3 and hehe yes I'm actually one chapter ahead in writing but it needs edits before it's out 💀🫡

Question: which romance trope would you want to experience in real life? Mine's a coffee shop meet cute 😘

- Vio