Jimin's husband smelled horrible.

He had refused to come out of Seokjin's guestroom for the past day, and when he did, he smelt of tears, sweat, and death.

"Namjoon, go take a shower." Seokjin chided, ruffling Namjoon's hair back to life. "You look like you just murdered someone and the guilt has overtaken you."

Namjoon's eyes welled up with tears and Seokjin immediately regretted his choice of words. He clutched his stomach and let out a breathy wail, "I killed my baby."

"Ah—no, that's not your fault." Seokjin said, hugging the younger despite the stench of a stray dog coming off of him, and the slight scent of hospital still on him. "Calm down, Joon, let's go get you washed up first."

And so Seokjin helped Namjoon bathe, after a lot of awkward silence. Namjoon didn't seem to notice, as he kept sniffling and staring blankly at the white tiled walls of the bathtub as Seokjin rubbed his body clean. When he dried up, Namjoon tried hiding back in his room, but Seokjin demanded to clean the room before going back. Namjoon fell asleep on Seokjin's bed, and Seokjin tidied up Namjoon's smelly and dirty room. By the time he was done, he found Namjoon sitting in the living room, sipping a cup of cold water and shifting his legs uneasily.

"What's up?" Seokjin asked as he walked across the room. "Need anything?"

Namjoon's eyes were bright. "I can feel him, Seokjin. Jimin's alive." He cupped his belly and a pretty giggle left the younger's coral lips. "He's coming here right now!"

Seokjin's stomach dropped. "But it hasn't been twenty four hours ye—"

He was cut off as someone knocked cleanly at the door. Two raps, followed by silence, followed by two more. Namjoon gasped and jumped to his feet, swinging the door open before Seokjin could disagree.

"Jimini—"

Seokjin shrieked as a loud, growling Jimin leaped on top of Namjoon, causing Namjoon to groan in pain. The noise caused Taehyung to dash down the stairs, hair still tousled and eyes groggy with sleep.

"H-help!" Namjoon cried out, arms scrabbling on Jimin's bare back. Seokjin tensed: something was wrong.

The boy on top of Namjoon was definitely not Jimin.

-

Taehyung was awoken by a loud shriek, followed by muffled cries of pain. He instantly jumped off his bed and half-slid, half-stumbled down the stairs in an attempt to get to the noises of distress.

"Help!" Namjoon cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. "J-Jimin no!"

Taehyung's eyes flared red as he shoved Seokjin behind the couch roughly, hearing the little breath from his lips escape at the impact. He leaped above the couch, knowing that Seokjin was safe, and dived on top of Jimin, hooking his hands under Jimin's arms and tossing the light male towards the wall.

Namjoon immediately scrambled to his knees, eyes wide with shock. He looked completely shaken up, trembling from head to toe, eyes filled with something of pure terror.

"Run!" Taehyung snapped, glowering at Seokjin who poked his head out from behind the couch.

Namjoon snapped and followed Seokjin, and the two humans ran up the stairs clumsily. As they hid, Taehyung whirled back to Jimin, who was regaining focus from Taehyung's sudden attack.

"What did Jess do to you?" Taehyung snarled, curling his lip back and growling dominantly, trying to scare off the rabid Jimin. This is impossible; Namjoon tamed Jimin, so why is he acting like this?

Jimin only growled in reply, snapping his jaws onto Taehyung's shoulder. He reeled back, jerking at the sharp pain and roaring loudly as he jumped forward.

"My submissive," Jimin rasped.

"Your submissive?" Taehyung echoed, kicking Jimin forward. But the vampire was too nimble, easily dodging the attack and aiming a blow to Taehyung's stomach.

The blonde slipped, and the mistake caused Jimin to falter. Seizing the moment, Taehyung hooked his leg over Jimin's neck and pulled him down. A loud wail of pain left the ravenette's lips as he heard a loud snap, and Jimin went limp.

Almost immediately, Jimin's body vanished into dust. There was a long silence.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung muttered. He snapped his gaze upwards when he heard a soft clapping, and glared furiously up at a skinny, black haired girl, her cherry red lips glowing in the now dark living room.

"You're prepared." She mused, eyes glinting amusedly in the dark. "But Jimin isn't so weak now."

Taehyung scowled. "What are you saying?" The girl leaped down nimbly on the floor. "Jess?" He asked again warily, her red eyes beginning to glow softly in the darkness.

"Taehyung," she whispered, sending chills down Taehyung's arms, "death comes with a cost."

-

"Ow," Namjoon sniffled, rubbing his wet eyes blearily against Seokjin's shoulder. He was devastated, and tremendously frightened at the fact that his lover had attacked him so fiercely.

"Calm down, Joon." Seokjin mumbled, rubbing Namjoon's stomach. "You'll start throwing up again."

Namjoon only whimpered in reply. The younger looked very weak, shaking and trembling and clinging onto Seokjin's arm. "Why do you think Jimin did that?" He whispered. "I know Jimin wouldn't do that."

"That's because it wasn't Jimin."

"—Jesus Christ," Seokjin jumped at Taehyung's sudden voice and he flinched when he realized Taehyung's eyes were red, wide and furious.

Namjoon looked up with wide eyes. "My Jiminie? It wasn't him?"

"No. Now get over here, Seokjin. I'm hungry."

Taehyung turned around and stalked away, whilst Seokjin sent Namjoon a frightened look. But he didn't return the stare, and he looked depressed. "I want Jiminie to drink my blood again."

Seokjin cringed at the soft statement, patting Namjoon's back comfortingly. "I-I'll be back, Namjoon. Go to sleep if you're tired."

The younger nodded absently, and Seokjin stood, following after Taehyung quietly. The male was lounging on Seokjin's bed, eyes closed up tightly. Seokjin knocked on the door lightly and he flinched as a growl rumbled in his throat.

"Come here."

Seokjin's legs quivered as he made his way next to Taehyung, sitting on the bed lightly.

He sighed, sitting up and running his fingers along Seokjin's sides, snuffling along his collarbone. "How do you manage to do this?"

Seokjin stifled back a moan and panted. "W-what?"

"Lull me over this powerfully."

Seokjin gasped out as Taehyung slammed him against the bed, flipping their positions. "God, you know how much shit I've gone through because of you?" Taehyung snarled, making Seokjin whimper submissively. "Your blood makes up for it. Be thankful to that."

Seokjin let out a loud whine, his legs shaking and arms trembling. Taehyung's closed eyes opened, glowing brightly in the darkness of Seokjin's room. "T-Taehyung, be since—ah!"

Taehyung sunk his teeth down onto Seokjin's skin, making Seokjin tense up visibly. "Ta-Tae, oh, please!"

Taehyung grounded his hips down onto Seokjin's, growling as he lapped up Seokjin's blood. The elder let out a high, feminine moan, wriggling around desperately for more friction as Taehyung continued to drink, thrusting down onto his clothed crotch, smirking at Seokjin's reaction.

"We don't want to be too loud, do we? Namjoon's in the house, too, you know." Taehyung said, licking gently over the bite hole and watching it heal quickly, before pulling back and rubbing his hips in circles down on Seokjin.

The elder moaned and rutted his hips upward, the bulges between their legs becoming more prominent by the second. Seokjin bit his lip, desperately trying to silence himself, but he accidentally let a loud moan slip as Taehyung suddenly grabbed his member.

"T-Tae, please, I can't."

"Can't what? Cum? Oh, don't worry, baby boy, I'll make sure you cum, just give me a moment."

Taehyung hooked his fingers over the waistband of Seokjin's pajama pants and pulled them down with ease, his eyes softly glowing red again. "What beautiful thighs you have." Taehyung groped at Seokjin's pale thighs and Seokjin whimpered. "So nice and plump." He leaned down until Taehyung felt his hot breath on the inside of his thighs. "I bet you taste delicious from here."

Seokjin yelped out again as Taehyung bit down on the inside of his thighs, a pain striking his legs and making his little cock stand upright. "Oh?" Taehyung licked quickly over the wound and looked up. "Are you turned on right now?"

Seokjin could only pant in reply, his tongue sticking out in exhaustion from Taehyung's work. The blonde continued to work, drinking and trailing slowly up, suckling on Seokjin's deliciously thick thighs up to his cock.

The younger fondled with his testicles, watching with interest as Seokjin gasped out and arched his back.

"Ah, bonding with you is going to be such a pleasure."