The skies were a dark grey, promising rain so early in the cold Korean winter, the humidity in the air turning Namjoon's hair frizzy, dusted with little white rain droplets, only adding to the more magical appearance to his dark purple hair.

He had his bag clutched to his side, eyes closed as he waited for his friend, Taehyung, to pick him up along with that handsome friend of his. Jimin, was it? Namjoon didn't remember.

Needless to say, he was quite surprised to see someone turn the corner of the quietly empty street. This neighborhood wasn't the best, but Namjoon enjoyed the peace that it brought.

So when the stumbling person, face covered by his hood and his hands, let out an ear-splitting shriek and fell, shaking violently, Namjoon felt a spark of fear flutter in his stomach as he watched the hood fall back, revealing that handsome face of Taehyung's friend.

But his eyes were blazing red, and immediately, Seokjin's words rang around his head.

Vampires are feral. They don't know what their doing when their hungry, they attack and eat. If you have blood running in your veins and you meet one, expect to feel their fangs against your skin. Run—I know they're fast, but ignore the legends, ignore the myths. They're far different in real life.

Namjoon gasped out, frightened as the vampire stood, mouth open to reveal long fangs. Whimpering, Namjoon stumbled and attempted to run, but he was suddenly thrown harshly to the side, his entire body crumpling against the hard brick wall. Ears ringing, his breath hitched as he saw Jimin thrust his face into his, his breathing heavy.

"P-please don't hurt m-me." Namjoon squeaked, tears finding their way down his cheeks, surprising both Jimin and himself. "I-I was just—"

"Jimin, are you crazy?!"

Namjoon relaxed at the familiar sound of Taehyung's black BMW, spotting the car pull up to the side of the little bench that Namjoon was hanging out by. But as Taehyung stepped out of the car, Namjoon's stomach dropped as he realized Taehyung also had red eyes.

Great. How many more of my friends are vampires? Surely Seokjin isn't?

"Let go of him," Taehyung snarled. "We'll feed later, but this one isn't yours to eat."

Jimin's grip tightened on Namjoon's waist and shoulder, and he saw black dots clouding his vision. Pain was starting to blossom around his body as the adrenaline died, and he breathed out a little whimper as he stumbled forward, his vision turning black.

-

"You're awake."

Namjoon flinched. He had hoped the black haired male wouldn't notice. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes closed and his body still.

"Stop pretending. I know you're awake, your breathing changed."

Chills ran down Namjoon's spine as he fluttered his eyes open. He felt like prey—what else would you think when someone nearly killed you for your blood?

As Namjoon shifted over, he cringed and looked at the floor as he spotted Jimin, his black hair tousled and fluffy, wearing a loose black tee with a pair of dark-blue ripped jeans. His ears adorned several silver earrings, fingers laced with rings. A tattoo ran from his neck below his shirt, giving him a rather sexy appearance.

Namjoon shook those thoughts out of his head.

There was a tense silence.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry about earlier, okay?" An irritated sigh was heard. "I was hungry."

Namjoon's blood ran cold but he nodded anyways. "It-it's okay." He looked for the right words. "I, um, get angry too, when I'm hungry."

Jimin laughed at that, the low, husky tone of his voice shaking Namjoon's eardrums. A tingle ran through his body and he closed his eyes as Jimin sighed.

"Well. You're a bit weird. Others usually dash away from me the moment they figure out to notify the government." Namjoon hummed in response. "Why are you still staying here?"

Namjoon shrugged. "I-I don't know. I guess, sine Tae and I have been friends for so long, I feel a bit comforted? I trust you won't eat me?"

"I- well...yeah. Sure."

-

Two months later

"What is that scent?"

A growl ripped through the silent air, and Namjoon flinched. His finger hovered over Jimin's phone number as he attempted to scuttle away from the group of boys behind him. He was sure they were vampires, by the way they talked and sounded.

"It's so nice. You think it's him? Bet he tastes as good as he looks."

"Are you crazy? He's a male. Only female blood is the sweetest."

"Beg to differ, that scent is definitely coming from him, and I'm starving."

"I call his thighs."

Namjoon's eyes were round as he turned the corner, entering a small bakery. There were a couple of people picking out some of the sweet-looking pastries, and he cringed as the door opened after him.

Did they follow me?

He quickly stuffed a bread into his shaking hands. He heard footsteps behind him, they were drawing closer and closer and closer and—

"What did I tell you about walking around alone?"

Namjoon yelped and turned around, meeting Jimin's dark red eyes. Had he been feeding? His eyes only turned that color when he was slightly irritated or he had just finished drinking someone's blood.

"Your scent is fresh and pure since no one's marked you." Jimin said, tongue darting out to wet his plush lips. "Maybe it's about time you let me take you."

Namjoon's thighs quivered and he looked away. "I don't know," he mumbled. "It's still kinda scary."

Jimin suppressed a sigh. "Even after all of this?" He looked disappointed. "I expect you to trust me by now."

"I-I do!" Namjoon shivered at the thought of allowing Jimin to sink his fangs into his neck. "B-but I hate blood." His face went pale. "And it's sc-scary."

Jimin's expression melted into a soft one, cooing as he leaned down to cup Namjoon's troubled expression. (PRETEND JIMIN IS TALLER IK I MADE HIM SOUND SHORT IN SOME OTHER CHAPTER BUT HE IS TALLER THAN JOON OK)

"Look, Namjoo—"

"Who're you?"

Jimin looked up as someone grabbed his shoulder roughly, and Jimin's eyes flashed when he scented the acrid stench of C-class vampire, curling his lip at the group of men standing in the bakery.

Jimin straightened himself and crossed his muscular arms. "I could ask you the same thing."

"You're standing in front of our dinner." The man in the front laughed, as if it was obvious. "I've never tasted male blood—at least, male blood that smells as sweet as that. Besides, I don't smell your scent on him." The man shrugged, flexing his broad muscles. "So move aside."

Jimin let out a sharp growl, making Namjoon flinch. "What? You dare speak to me like that?"

The group of men scoffed, a scornful murmur rippling around the large group. Suddenly, a staff member pushed between them. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but you're gonna have to leave." Her petite body pushed Jimin back. "You're disrupting the—hey!"

"Your blood is sweet too," the man's eyes flashed red and the girl let out a shocked squeak.

"V—v...vampires!"

Immediately, the shop erupted in terrified screams and shouts to go to the backdoor exit, the expressions of petrified humans being seen as they all vanished to the back. In the moment of confusion, the female staff member darted away from the man's grip and escaped.

"Hm, what a shame. Thought I could sell her organs on the black market when I drank all her blood."

Namjoon wobbled and leaned on the counter behind him as Jimin pushed him back protectively. "That's enough." Jimin's voice was no longer smooth, but rough and growly. "You better leave before I rip you to shreds, but you're lucky I'm not a cannibal." He spat on the ground. "Vampire blood tastes disgusting."

The fighting was quiet. Swift, clean blows made from Jimin, faster than the other vampires could keep up with.

By that point, Namjoon had realized the amount of fevor in Jimin's defense was not for himself, but for him.

And so, with a small smile fleeting over his features, Namjoon leaned back and closed his eyes, content with his boyfriend's protectiveness.