to celebrate the 30th chapter (because i didn't plan on making the book this long, and i didn't expect it to earn so much love) this chapter is going to be an explanation of everyone's backstories, so it's going to be a long one. i hope you all enjoy. Also, i know that this is my first fanfiction, and the plot is messed up. sorry if i mess up their hair color or whatever, i just keep forgetting because i'm a fucking goldfish.

N A M J O O N -

It was raining, a day after Jimin had protected him in the bakery. That night, Jimin had savaged his neck, growling about how Namjoon had to be marked. He remember the pain, the white-hot pain that had seared the wound and his body. He thought he was dying, or worse—being drunk dry by his boyfriend. But he woke up the next day, his body heavy with sleep, with Jimin snoring next to him and somehow, he smelled different.

What Namjoon didn't know was that the day after marking submissive's take place, the human or vampire marked will release a unique scent, and the marker would release a sweet smell to the submissive. To Namjoon, Jimin had once smelled like cologne and smoke, but now, he smelled like crisp apples.

He had buried his nose into the vampire's chest, breathing in the sweet smell. It was oddly addicting, and he squeaked in surprise as Jimin wrapped an arm around Namjoon's sensitive waist and had brought him closer. He slept the rest of the day with the male, dreaming of the bittersweet days of his childhood.

Seokjin was there. He always was: bossing Namjoon around like an older brother and comforting him like a father. He had always been there for him, and after Seokjin's parents had died in a tragic incident, Namjoon was proud to say he was the one that comforted Seokjin when he cried that day. He had always bought the little chocolate bars that the kind old lady at the convenience store would only let him pay a nickel for, and gifted them to Seokjin until he complained of gaining weight. He had spent days and nights at Seokjin's aunts home, playing and goofing around. They grew up, side by side, sharing fears and desires. At one point, they wondered if they had shared deeper feelings for one another, but after what seemed like a sweet first kiss for both of them, they had agreed to just stay best friends, inseparable brothers.

So when Namjoon introduced Jimin to Seokjin, he could see a little flicker of sadness in the older's eyes, but he knew that he was happy for Namjoon nonetheless. He never mentioned that the male was a vampire: Seokjin would probably piss his pants if he did.

"Namjoon," Jimin's morning voice filled his ears, "what are you dreaming of, my prince?"

"Nothing," Namjoon replied shyly, a blush tinting his cheeks. "But Jimin, why did you have to...bite me? Do I smell sweet to you?"

Jimin's eyes flickered, and he pressed his face against Namjoon's neck, that had healed but scarred into a flowery shape. "You smell like the ripest peach on a farm." Jimin murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick the sweet skin. "Not just to me, but to all vampires. Do you know what I did, Namjoon?" He didn't wait for an answer, beginning to shift on top of Namjoon as he continued to suck and lick at the mark. "I bit you, and now you are mine forever. I didn't have your consent, and I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but you can never love anyone else but me now. I am yours, and you are mine. You smell like nothing but me to others, and they will know to stay away. A marked human never tastes good to anyone else but the marker, and your precious blood is all mine."

Namjoon hiccuped. "Am I going to die? Will you drink all my blood?"

"No." Jimin sunk his teeth into his neck and Namjoon squeaked, surprised that his cock instantly hardened, pleasure blooming from his head to toe. "Your body will produce just enough for me to be full, and you and I will live together and die together."

Namjoon panted. The sensation of Jimin's tongue lapping up his sweet, scarlet blood had him turned on and he squirmed slightly when Jimin climbed on top of him and ground their hips together.

"Can we bond?" Jimin's soft voice turned scratchy, as if he were restraining himself, "I want you, Namjoon. So badly. I want to sink my cock inside of you, I want to pleasure you so bad, make you cry and beg for me."

Namjoon gasped as Jimin fiddled with his boxers, and Namjoon nodded frantically, unable to stay sane as the head of his cock caught on his boxers, causing the tip to rub constantly on the rough fabric. "Okay," Namjoon said quietly, nodding when Jimin pulled everything off of him, leaving his golden tanned skin to Jimin's hungry-red gaze. He was left breathless when Jimin kissed him and he murmured out a soft, "I want you, too."

The room stunk of sex only minutes later. Soft gasps, groans and little slaps, liquids spilling from both bodies, the sensual noise of two males bonding with each other; one human, and one a creature of the night.

"Mm..-fuck me, Jimin." Namjoon said, gasping as Jimin thrusted gently back into him. "T-thank you..." he added as Jimin began to stroke his cock, leaning down and quickening his pace. It was gentle, loving. Jimin brushed kisses down his body, happy to see that Namjoon was enjoying Jimin's delicate touch, and he was having fun, too. The way Namjoon's slicked walls grabbed onto his dick, the velvety softness of it making his lower abdomen throb with pleasure. His head was spinning, drunk on the scent of the mating ritual taking place.

The session took hours, spent with hushed, forbidden words, exchanged in excited happiness at their newfound love. By the time Jimin had came inside of Namjoon, the human was fucked out, his eyes glazed and red with tears of pleasure, his body shuddering as Jimin's warm semen spilled inside of him.

Jimin kissed his tear-stained cheeks and smiled. "Ah, pretty," he murmured, panting heavily.

"T-thank you," Namjoon mumbled, shivering as Jimin pulled out and collapsed by his side, "for being gentle with me. That...-that was my first."

Jimin blinked. "W-what? You were a virgin?"

Namjoon's cheeks turned redder and he nodded. At this, Jimin laughed and pressed his lips against the older's lips. "Well, then, I'm glad you really were mine from the beginning."

J I M I N -

Round cheeks, glistening eyes overflowing with tears as broad, frightening men surrounded the toddler. His black hair was tousled and ruffled, and Jimin whimpered as one man prodded his cheek. All the child could smell was their blood—so tender and sweet, despite the fact that they were male.

Vampire children could never control their desires, which is why all parents of vampires were so overprotective. Here, Jimin was hungry, only a couple of years old, his mouth watering as his home continued to be searched through.

"W-where's my mommy?" Jimin asked, hiccuping. He wanted to bury his face into his mother's breast, breathing in her warm, milky scent. His father had told him that his mother was fragile; a pretty but aged flower. When the toddler had asked why, his father responded: "Your mother's human." His father's warm gaze burned into Jimin, "so when or if I die, you promise to protect her?"

Jimin had nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!"

As the officers didn't reply, and continued to rub his cheek, Jimin wailed and bit down on their finger, his eyes glowing red as he tasted a drop of their blood.

"Shit—he's a vampire, too. Hold him down!"

Jimin cried out in fright as the strong men shoved him to the floor, his chin smashing against the tile floor. In the background, he heard his father's furious bellow, "Jimin! Jimin; let go of my son!"

"Daddy?" Jimin whimpered, his bottom lip wobbling as his stomach growled and the officer cuffed his hands in some sort of painful, silver material. "Daddy, where's mommy?"

"Jimin!"

-

Years had passed since that day, and Jimin sat alone, cold in a cell, staring at a ceiling, his body wrapped in a sort of power-reducing wrap. It turns out his mother had died, being accused of being a witch by some mentally ill people, hung and burned at the stake. His father had been thrown into a church, his body burned over and over again as the priests and pastors dumped holy water over him, claiming to wash the demon out of his father's innocent soul, killing him in the process.

And here he was, cooped up in jail along with some other vampire idiot who always fought back with the officers. He was no doubt young, and incredibly handsome, but stupid.

His thoughts were broken as someone entered the cell. His cellmate growled, the sound muffled by the gag that had been placed in his vulgar mouth. A tray was pushed to Jimin's side and he sat up, breathing a sigh of relief as the guard undid his restraints, allowing him to eat.

His mouth watered as the broad guard's blood-scent drifted up Jimin's nose, and the man stepped back to watch Jimin eat. The male stared down at the bowl of scarlet liquid: pig blood. The stench was rotten, and Jimin had only eaten it because he would starve otherwise.

"Is...this all?" Jimin asked softly, his doe eyes looking up to meet the guard's gaze. He had a plan—an awful but desperate plan.

"That's all." The guard responded flatly. Jimin sniffled and wriggled around in the restraints that held his legs down. He stared innocently up at the guard and allowed his bottom lip to wobble.

"C-can you help me eat?" Jimin asked, a little tear rolling down his cheek. The guard looked taken aback, and he heard a scornful growl from his cellmate. "I-I can't feel my fingers."

With a sigh, the guard took off his hat and stepped back closer again to grab the spoon. Jimin's mouth watered, and he opened his mouth with a little smile as the guard lifted the spoon, dripping with red liquid to his lips. His heartbeat quickened, his eyes blazed red and he could feel his fangs grow as hunger overtook his brain.

Jimin swung his head back against the guard's head, leaped forward as far as he could with his legs restrained and sunk his teeth into the guard's neck. He muffled the man's squeal of terror and kept drinking—human blood. He hadn't had human blood in years, and although this blood wasn't as pure or delicate as the ones his mother would feed him, it was tasty and nutritious enough for Jimin to feel strength pump back into his body, his scrawny arms suddenly rippling with muscles and his legs pushing off the bed and tearing the restraints off.

"Cell 705 has gone wild. Full lockdown mode!"

Jimin snarled, shoving the dry body aside angrily. Fury fueled his motivation, but before he pushed past the cells he heard a little muffled groan come behind him. He spun around and saw his cellmate, his eyebrows furrowed. Jimin walked over hesitantly and undid the gag.

The vampire stretched his jaw out and smirked up at Jimin. "Fancy letting me go? I'm quite hungry as well."

Jimin hesitated, before whipping around as guards began to storm into the halls. "I guess I could use a hand," Jimim mumbled, undoing the restraints. "I'm Jimin."

"So I've heard," the younger boy massaged his neck. "Taehyung. Kim."

Jimin froze. "Kim? As in, the pureblood race, Kim?"

Taehyung smirked. "Why, are you swindled by my good looks?" He tipped Jimin's chin upwards.

Jimin reeled back, hissing. "Your family—your family killed my parents!" He couldn't believe this. He had been living with years with a boy from the family that had accused his parents of illegal human consumption and witchcraft!

Taehyung blinked. "You're a Park, eh? Your father was a weak one." His eyes glimmered. "Even after centuries of living he couldn't hold back a couple of human officers. That's what he gets for marrying a human woman, people from the 1900's carry genes that weaken vampires, y'know."

Jimin's eyes flashed angrily, but before he could punch the boy, police officers and guards swamped around the cell. He heard Taehyung's stomach growl, and Jimin shot him a look. "Cannibal," he spat, remembering the stories his mother would tell him of the Kim family. They'd eat anything with blood, as long as they weren't animals. Both humans and vampires were cherished meals for them, while Jimin's family preferred only to drink from virgin women, where legend says they carry the tastiest kind of plasma.

Needless to say, little did Jimin know his tastebuds would change in a couple hundred years.

"Vermin~" He sang in reply, before hopping neatly in front of Jimin and waving at the guards. "Which one of you are virgins?" He asked shamelessly, watching some of their faces contort with confusion. He saw Taehyung's fangs slide out as he smiled happily and pointed at one unlucky officer in the front.

"You."

-

T A E H Y U N G -

"Sweet, sweet, sweet blood."

Taehyung buried his face into the body in front of him, the female's face still frozen with horror as he cut open her stomach and drank in as much of the girl's blood as possible. The sweet aroma of her blood, pure and untouched. A believer in Christ, a virgin, a happy spirit.

Just the right ingredients for tasty blood.

As he finished off the girl's body, munching on a strip of her flesh, he looked up and licked his lips, wiping his hands on the female's clothes and peering around a corner. He was still hungry—still starving. His belly rumbled, his muscles rippling underneath his blood soaked shirt, his eyes glowing red as another pretty girl trotted down a street.

He snarled as she drew near, curled his lip and leaped for her throat.

He devoured twelve more people after her, lounging on the top of some skyscraper when he finished with his belly full. It was a pity that he couldn't eat a vampire, he was craving the slightly salty blood of his own kind, and he licked his lips at the thought of sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of a female vampire...

"Jesus, did you binge again? I can smell the stench of death on you."

Taehyung glanced up as he heard his friend, dragging that pretty little submissive of his along with him. The boy's eyes were round as he met Taehyung's gaze, and Taehyung smirked, tongue lolling out as he shot the boy a wink.

He stuck himself closer to Jimin.

"Don't hit on Namjoon," Jimin warned, shooting him a glare. "Anyways, you know, you better watch your diet before you go through one of your...phases again."

Namjoon looked curiously at Taehyung, his gaze searching. He trailed his eyes from Taehyung's slightly bloodstained shoes to his arms, to the broad chest and his face. There was no denying that Taehyung was handsome, and strong. Namjoon thought that this man was very scary and, yes, handsome, but not as sexy as his own boyfriend.

"Phases?" Taehyung snorted. "That only happens when I'm over stimulated with anger." His eyes slitted as the warm breeze flitted over his body. "Or some sort of dumb emotion takes over."

Jimin scoffed but shook his head nonetheless. He really didn't mind the way Taehyung was so oddly mental, the way his eyes would show nothing but what he spoke, his thoughts enclosed and hidden from everyone. Taehyung was a secretive person, as loud as he may appear, he was quieter than an ant, sneaking past things and moving on in life as if it were nothing.

"...anyways, goodnight."

Taehyung blinked. Was Jimin speaking to him?

"Yeah, sure. 'Night."

-

Hunger pierced his stomach, making him moan out in pain. As strong as Taehyung was, sometimes he wish he wasn't born into this type of species of vampire, the only kind where the vampire had to drink twice more than others to be satisfied. Hungers drives Taehyung's kind mad, which is probably why he was here, huffing and standing in front of the terrified looking Namjoon. Desperate for an easy meal, the last of his strength would wilt away until he had his next meal. And here that meal was.

"O-oh, Jimin's out right now." Namjoon mumbled. "He's picking up some food..." he trailed off as Taehyung began to draw closer. "Um, Taehyung?"

A red haze covered Taehyung's vision, and suddenly, all he could see was Namjoon's bare skin. The human slept naked, except for a pair of boxers, and Taehyung could see the plump thighs from here, his juicy tummy that was probably full of blood, and his neck, marked up from Jimin, tanned to its most beautiful glory.

"Taehyung, no!" Namjoon wailed as he began to grope his thighs and run his lips up his deliciously sweet flesh. "P-please!" Namjoon had only ever allowed Jimin to touch him in this way. He was scared shitless as Taehyung began to roll his hips down and groan, grunting.

Taehyung growled and massaged his crotch, and in response he shrieked and struggled to release Taehyung's grip. The vampire drooled at Namjoon's scent: sweet with a hint of Jimin's musky one. That was all washed away in his hunger and as he drank Namjoon's blood, he moaned out with the highest pleasure, lapping up the liquid gold as Namjoon sobbed and writhed beneath him.

"T-Tae—...ah, no!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Taehyung looked up, lips drenched with blood. He spotted Jimin, his hair disheveled and gaze dark with fury, smoldering Taehyung with the ugly face of betrayal and hate. "Back away from Namjoon before I make you."

But Taehyung wasn't himself. He hadn't even consumed one human or vampire. He was still starving, and the blood he drank from Namjoon was barely even a snack.

Namjoon sobbed underneath him and let out a pitiful, "Jimin..."

And Taehyung then let out an ugly growl and leaped, and the two vampires tussled around in a fight.

Jimin was stronger. His fists pummeling down blindly onto Taehyung, hate pouring out in each blow. With every glance at his tear-glazed lover, who was still laying unhappily on the bed, it seemed his punches got stronger.

Hours passed and Jimin had thrown Taehyung out onto the street, battered and bloody. The younger boy spat and lifted himself up shakily, a defeated sigh leaving hus lips. He hadn't been this tattered since the Korean War, where he had been caught drinking the blood of several military officers, and had been put down for punishment. "Jesus, when did that pipsqueak get this strong?" Taehyung muttered. His stomach rumbled, but Taehyung forced himself to get up and stumbled down the street.

He didn't know how long he travelled, when he woke up or even ate. All he knew was that suddenly, there was a pretty boy's face in front of his, and Taehyung blinked.

Blood.

"U-um, I found you right outside my home."

His voice was smooth, like dripping honey and sugar.

"So I brought you inside. I hope you don't mind—you were really hurt so I just figured..." The human gazed at him curiously. "I'm Seokjin."

And it seems that's where it really began.

A smirk fell upon the vampire's lips.

"Taehyung. Kim."