{Final}

The members dropped down beside Jungkook.

"Maknae?!" Jimin was patting his face. "Did it not work!? Did it really not work?! No! No no no! He said he knew it was the right bat! Baby wake up!" Jimin kept patting Jungkook's face, his desperation turned the light patting to frustrated slaps. "Wake the hell up!"

"Jimin-ah stop!" Yoongi screamed, grabbing Jimin's wrist.

"Well what happened?! Why isn't he waking up?!" Jimin was in a fit of tears. They all were as they all were shoving, patting, hitting, doing whatever they could to bring Jungkook back to the living.

Namjoon covered his face with his shirt. "It didn't work. It really...didn't...work..." He was in absolute disbelief. All of this, we went through all of this just to lose him?!

As the members sat there holding their maknae's body in their arms, he started to move.

"Mmmm..." Jungkook groaned.

"Jungkook?!" Hobi shouted. "Jungkookie?! Can you hear us?!" He grabbed Jungkook's shirt. "Hey! It's hyungs! Wake up! Time to wake up!"

The youngest's eyes slowly fluttered back open. His vision was blurry for a moment as he had to adjust to the dark. "H...hyungs?"

Jin grabbed Jungkook's cheeks. "Yes! It's hyungs! We're here! We're all right here for you, Kook-ah!"

The hyungs were cheering, their hearts full of relief that Jungkook had woken back up.

"Am I dead?" Jungkook whispered. He was still a bit dazed and confused, and he felt extremely drained and tired.

Yoongi was laughing as he was wiping his tears of sorrow away. Finally it was time for joy. "No, no. You're not dead."

As the realization of what happened finally settled into Jungkook's head, his body tensed as he sat up in a panic. He knew where he was and why. "Did it work?! It worked?! Am I normal?!" He started grabbing at himself. Feeling his own chest, his legs, his arms, his face, to make sure all of him was still there. He figured anything could happen to him and he wouldn't be surprised at this point. He couldn't figure out why his cheek stung so badly, but he ignored it.

Taehyung grabbed his dongsaeng into a hug. "Whether it worked or not, at least you woke back up! We thought you had died and you know damn well you're not allowed to do that!" He was squeezing and rocking Jungkook against his chest.

"It's still too early to tell." Namjoon checked the time. It was only 11:30. "We'll have to wait it out and see what happens at midnight."

Jungkook stared at his leader with wide eyes. "Hyungs...if...if it didn't work...you guys should go. Go and get away from me just incase."

"How many times do we have to tell you that you won't hurt us?" Yoongi scoffed.

"Until I trust myself enough to believe you." Jungkook lowered his gaze. He'd never trust himself enough.

"We're staying here. We aren't leaving you alone. Never again. Last time you were alone, those bitch ass maniacs got their hands on you. Nobody is getting their hands on you ever again!" Jimin grabbed Jungkook away from Taehyung and wrapped him up in his own arms, kissing the top of his head.

Namjoon was rubbing Jungkook's back. He knew how worried Jungkook was of hurting one of them so he tried to reassure him. "Tell you what, if things do take a turn for the worst and you aren't better, we'll be sure to leave, okay?"

"Says you!" Jin scolded.

Namjoon ignored his hyung and kept talking to Jungkook. "I promise we will leave."

Thirty minutes later, it was midnight.

Everyone held their breath, but nothing eventful was happening as all eyes stayed on Jungkook.

"Do you feel any different?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head. Everyone continued to wait, and the further past midnight it got with nothing happening to him it was evident that taking the bats blood had actually worked. It had cured him.

He was free now.

So the hyungs didn't understand why they saw a frown on Jungkook's face form and then he completely burst into tears. They all wrapped their arms around him.

"Why the tears? It's over now, Jungkook-ah!" Jimin tried his best to speak in a positive tone, hoping it would rub off on Jungkook.

The maknae was hiding his face and completely wailing into their arms. "I...I've killed people. I've killed so many people. I'm a murder. Oh no...I'm a murderer."

Yoongi sighed. "Oh boy." He realized that now that Jungkook was better, he was just their little maknae again. An innocent one too, if Yoongi were to be the judge of that.

Jin wanted to ease the youngest's anxiety too, so he played off of Yoongi's words. "I think you mean, oh bat!"

Yoongi sighed again.

"Too soon?" Jin asked.

Everyone nodded.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Hobi stated, "I killed people too. Probably more than you. And government officials at that!"

Jungkook sniffled. "But I've killed innocent people."

Hobi pointed at him. "Touché."

Taehyung smacked Hobi's arm. "Hyung!"

Jungkook cried even louder, so everyone squeezed him tighter. Namjoon was wiping the sweat drenched hair out of the youngest's eyes. "Hey," he said softly, "I think the first thing we need to do is get you home and cleaned up. You need rest. Okay? How does that sound? We can talk about everything else later on after you get some sleep and have calmed down a little bit."

Jungkook nodded, he liked the sound of that. It's been days since he'd gotten any kind of real sleep that wasn't drug induced. Everyone helped him get up and walk to the car, where he slept the entire way back with his head curled up in Yoongi's lap while the older stared at him smiling the whole time. We finally have him back.

When they got home they cleaned him up and shoved him right off to bed, even though his heart still hurt about everything he'd done, he couldn't help but sleep.

The house felt full again actually having him there at night. The hyungs felt so much better now that they knew he was home and safe.

Hobi went online to check what kind of news was going on about the facility he had blown up. Every single worker had perished in the explosion, and it came to light that upon very quick investigations, it wasn't even a real 'government' facility. The place was fraud, full of fraudulent activity. Authorities were claiming there didn't seem to be foul play and they believe the workers themselves caused the explosion.

"Wow, hyung. You're so cool. How the hell did you make that look like an accident?" Namjoon wondered.

Hobi stuck his tongue out at him. "Wouldn't you like to know! You're already smart at a lot of things, let me hold on to this one!"

Namjoon laughed at his hyung. Waves of relief coursed through all of them to know that they wouldn't have to worry about Hobi getting into trouble now that they saw he was very much off the hook.

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It had been 8 months now.

Jungkook never turned back into a vampire, so they were all positive at this point that he had been 100% cured.

He was, however, in extremely intensive therapy.

He suffered nightmares almost every night at first, but over time they were slowly beginning to be less and less. For the first few months he feared that the two people who had kidnapped him from his apartment would pop back up, but when the identities of the victims of the explosion were released, he recognized them. They had been in the building as well when it happened. So they wouldn't be a problem anymore. The fact he had made it out of this with no direct enemies was crazy to him.

The biggest problem he was facing was the immense guilt for killing people. It had crippled him. He'd burst into tears daily, saying he should turn himself in and admit to the murders. The members had to talk him down off that ledge almost every day. He admitted to his therapist what he'd done, and the therapist put him on some psychiatric medication. The hyungs played into the idea with the therapist that Jungkook was just going a little crazy for right now.

"Surely none of what he says is true," Namjoon had said when speaking to Jungkook's therapist one day.

However, the therapist treated Jungkook like it was true, so when he'd break down over his guilt for being a murderer, the therapist always calmed him down by 'playing along' and telling him he had done it with an infection and it was never anything actually on his conscious. How the infection had manipulated him and it was never really 'him' doing any of those things.

It took almost an entire year, but Jungkook's guilt was finally subsiding. Therapy and medication were helping a lot. Both with that and his nightmares. Also the extreme support of his hyungs always made him feel better.

What also made him feel better was seeing the news give up on the entire saga of victims. Now that it'd been almost a year and nobody had been mauled to death on the streets at night, it had become old news. Everyone illuded to the idea that some rabid animal had finally made its way out of town. They weren't wrong.

Jungkook had separation anxiety now. He lived with an underlying fear that he could turn again at midnight and kill, even though any signs or symptoms of that were long gone. He stayed close to his members, finally in a state of trusting himself that he wouldn't hurt them. He liked having them close incase anything happened. Whether it was turning into a monster again or being kidnapped. The hyungs didn't mind. They enjoyed being able to keep a close eye on him.

His severe hatred and fear of bats and vampires made his hyungs feel bad but laugh at the same time. They'd gotten rid of all the books they had.

"I want nothing to do with them ever again," Jungkook had stated firmly.

"So you don't want to watch Batman? Or a nice vampire movie?" Jimin teased.

"No hyung!" Jungkook screamed. "I do not want to watch Batman or a nice vampire movie!"

"Stop teasing our baby," Jin scolded.

Jimin rubbed his knuckles in Jungkook's hair and the two hugged it out after some slight wrestling.

The brotherhood, and the bickering, was well and alive in the household. Jungkook was on the mend. He was getting all the help and support he needed from everyone he loved and who loved him the most.

It had been a wild adventure for the boys, especially Bangtan's youngest boy. He was healing with time, and in the end he'd be just fine.

Every adventure has to come to an end, and luckily for Bangtan, this was a happy one.

{The End}