Seokjin awoke to the sound of Taehyung's loud snores, and shouting downstairs. The younger male had his arms wrapped tightly around the older's waist, warming him with his large body.

"Seokjin's gonna kill you!"

"No, he won't, I'm too sexy."

There was an irritated snort and Seokjin yawned, rubbing his eyes blearily. His back was hurting, and he felt messy. He wanted nothing more than to just curl up in a warm bath, but Taehyung was holding onto him in a tight grip.

"Tae, can I get up?"

The younger showed no signs of waking, so Seokjin removed his arms with a huff, and stumbled naked into his bathroom. Turning on the hot water, he rinsed himself off before settling into the warm bath and closing his eyes, dropping a pink bath bomb onto the water.

"Sexy or not, no one will trust you after what you did!"

He nearly fell asleep again until Taehyung burst into the bathroom, eyes wide and panicked. Seokjin jumped and looked up at Taehyung in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Taehyung's eyes flashed red. "Jimin's back."

Seokjin tensed up. "W-when did that happen?" Seokjin sat up, ignoring the way the pink bath water rippled over the bathtub and onto the floor. Taehyung let out a low snarl and flicked his head, signaling for him to get out and follow.

Following the given orders, Seokjin quickly shook the water out of his hair and dried himself, draining the tub and smearing on some sweet-scented lotion before slipping some comfy pajamas on, peeking out the door to see Taehyung standing crossly at two shadowed figures. He recognized them instantly as he padded down the stairs, the light being casted on their faces.

"Oh my God," Seokjin covered his mouth. "Jimin? When did you—?"

"It doesn't matter." Taehyung snapped, cutting the pink-haired male off curtly. "What matters is that Jimin needs some explaining. You nearly killed Seokjin, and injured Namjoon beyond repair." His words were contradicted as Namjoon nuzzled his face into Jimin's neck, despite the fact that he was taller, he looked much smaller next to the powerful and arrogant-looking male.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I did? Hurt my Joon and your submissive?" A scoff escaped his lips and Taehyung drew his lips back in a warning growl. "If I did, then I don't remember. You know I'd never hurt Namjoon, let alone Seokjin." He rested his warm red gaze on his. "Seokjin's done quite a lot for Namjoon, from what I've heard."

Looking away bashfully, Seokjin stifled a little giggle when Taehyung whipped his gaze around between Jimin and Seokjin.

A bit hesitantly, Taehyung shrugged. "I guess it makes enough sense." To Seokjin's surprise the younger still seemed restless and unconvinced. "But don't expect me to not have my guard up."

A glint of mischief was seen in Jimin's eyes. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

"Also, would you put on some clothes?" Taehyung snapped irritably. "And stop staring at us with your rat eyes, gives me the creeps."

"If I've got rat eyes you've got fucking beetle eyes." Jimin retorted, stomping up the stairs. "I'm stealing your boxers."

Taehyung groaned. "You can keep it."

Jimin replied with what sounded like an amused snort, but Seokjin didn't have time to dwell on it when he saw Namjoon playing with the hem of his shirt. Seokjin frowned.

"Hey," the purple-haired male looked up, "so, you're pretty happy that Jimin's back, right?"

Namjoon's eyes brightened. "Yep!"

Seokjin breathed out a little sigh of relief. It was amusing to see Taehyung and Jimin squabble over such little things, but it was relieving to see Namjoon come back to his senses. He even started acting a bit more like his wiser self, and Seokjin found himself walking peacefully towards his kitchen for a glass of water.

Taehyung caught up to him in an instant after checking up on Jimin.

"Drinking water?" Taehyung questioned, glancing as Seokjin poured himself a glass. With a nod, Taehyung smirked. "Yes, you might feel a bit light-headed from our session last night, but trust me: drink more water and keep your iron levels up, and your body will start to develop more blood specifically for me."

Seokjin hid his scarlet cheeks from Taehyung by turning away and gulping down the liquid. "How would my body even develop more blood? My body can only hold so much."

Taehyung's eyes glinted. "Let's just say triple S class's have a bit more magic involved in their skills."

Seokjin's eyes widened. "Speaking of ranks, is Jimin also a triple S?"

Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes as if Seokjin had asked such a dumb question. " 'Course he is. If he wasn't, you think I'd let him beat me up like that?"

The pink-haired male shrugged. He was still a bit taken aback about the whole situation involving the two vampires, and he was unsure if he'd even be able to keep up the secret for long. He knew, after some time he'd slip up, and it'd cause chaos in not only his company, but to his reputation and his entire life.

So to make sure that doesn't happen, he had to he careful for where he put his feet, what he spoke. Maybe he shouldn't go to clubs with friends at the company anymore: if he got drunk and slipped up, he'd be dead meat.

Seokjin snapped out of his thoughts when Taehyung started to lick at his collarbone. The taller vampire let out what sounded like a sort of satisfied purr when Seokjin didn't resist. "You were delicious last night." Taehyung rumbled, his strong arms dancing up his sides. "My little butterfly."

Seokjin parted his lips, breathing out soft little pants. Taehyung's strong, musky scent getting to his brain.

"T-Tae," Seokjin eased away, eyes closed with fear, "don't."

He felt Taehyung's arms tighten on his hips, pulling the delicious body part closer to his crotch. "Are you resisting me?" Taehyung's voice suddenly went growly.

Seokjin swallowed back a feisty retort, knowing that the vampire would most likely punish him if he did. He only stared up irritably at the vampire, ignoring his red lit eyes, and scowled. "Well, my ass is still pretty sore from last night."

Taehyung chuckled amusedly. He leaned down to snuffle across his shoulders, teasingly biting down on his soft shoulders. Seokjin squirmed, head leaning back against Taehyung's hard chest, about to tell him off when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Taehyung sighed irritably, getting up and swinging open the door. Looking around, he was about to shut it, but noticed something moving at his feet.

He stared down at a black crow. Frowning, Taehyung shooed him away, but the bird fluttered its wings and squawked at him loudly. Taehyung curled his lip: was this bird challenging him?

Before he could pounce on the creature, it dropped a sort of glass bottle and fluttered away. Making him grumble at the loss of easy prey, he picked up the glass and immediately dropped it again as it burned his fingertips. Seokjin was padding up to him, hobbling a little. Maybe his rear end was a bit sore: was Taehyung too rough on him?

"What's that?" Seokjin mumbled, picking up the bottle with ease. Taehyung simply stared at the bottle, his curiosity of wanting to know what was in the note had him focused on it.

"I can't touch it." Taehyung replied. "Must've been blessed."

"You can't touch blessed objects?" Seokjin frowned.

Taehyung laughed. "Well, I am a creature that feeds on human life." He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. "I'm not particularly heavenly enough to withstand angels magic."

Seokjin didn't question what "angel magic" could possibly be, but simply popped open the bottle and unrolled the paper, smoothing it out in the palm of his hand and eyes rolling over the unfamiliar language. "I don't know what this says." Seokjin mumbled quietly, handing it over to Taehyung, whose red eyes seemed to light up upon seeing the words.

"It's an old dialect." Taehyung nodded quietly, reading over the words. "But I don't understand what this could mean: 'Beware the ones you assume weak, fear the ones that once cowered beneath you.' I don't get it."

Seokjin shrugged. "Probably just a prank."

Taehyung shook his head. "No, it can't be." Taehyung held his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the redness had faded and his soft dark brown eyes were back. "This language is far too old and forgotten for any high schooler to write in as a joke. And for fuck's sake, a crow delivered it. How ominous."

Seokjin shrugged. "Can't be bad. Just throw it in a cabinet: you never know."

With a sigh, Taehyung brushed past Seokjin to tuck away the message in one of Seokjin's kitchen cabinets and turned around, sitting down tiredly on the couch.

Seokjin stared at him, distracted at the way his arms rippled under his rather tight t-shirt, his calves flexing as he clenched his muscles and stretched his powerful limbs out, yawning widely before flickering open his eyes with a smirk. He patted his lap, and Seokjin blinked, confused.

Taehyung patted his lap again. "C'mon."

Taking a brief moment of consideration, Seokjin padded towards the male and sat down on his lap. He lifted his hips, afraid that he might feel a bit heavy on top of Taehyung, but was surprised when Taehyung shifted him around easily, as if he were made of a feather.

"S-so," Seokjin mumbled awkwardly as Taehyung swept his gaze up and down Seokjin calmly, "good weather."

Taehyung smiled softly, revealing sharp little fangs. Suddenly, he pulled Seokjin closer and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Don't move, my submissive." Taehyung scratched his teeth over Seokjin's shoulder. "I won't fuck you this time, but I'm feeling rather hungry. Mind if I take a sip?"

Shivers rippled down Seokjin's spine at the prospect of such a dangerous creature drinking his blood, but he closed his eyes and nodded, sinking into Taehyung's warm embrace.

With a happy little growl, Taehyung licked over Seokjin's skin, and began to eat.