SEVEN MONTHS LATER  -

Seokjin smiled, staring at the way Namjoon's son goofily laughed, stumbling a little as he babbled and drooled on Seokjin's lap, his little baby fangs showing as he did so. Behind him, Namjoon stared lovingly at him, his eyes soft and his dimples protruding on his tanned skin.

"Seokmin, don't bother Uncle Jin~" Namjoon laughed as his son raised his head and smiled, before babbling, "Yum blood."

Namjoon froze and Seokjin tensed up, "S-Seokmin," Namjoon stuttered, flushing. "I-I'm sorry, hyung, he's just... half vampire so—"

"I know," Seokjin said quietly, before standing and putting his coat on. "I should go."

Namjoon looked sad. "I-is it because of Seokmin? He really didn't mean it!"

"No, I just need some time to think." Seokjin smiled at him, tight-lipped. "About him."

Namjoon nodded in understanding, his lilac colored hair falling into his eyes as he stared down at his son who bit down on Namjoon's thigh. He hissed and scolded him. "Seokmin, it's not lunchtime yet."

Seokmin stared at him. "Daddy blood yum."

And Seokjin closed the door behind him, sighing.

The day Taehyung had disappeared, Seokjin had awoke in the middle of the night, white-hot pain scorching on his neck, right on the area where Taehyung had marked him, and then it spread like disease through his body, a burning and painful sensation that unfortunately Seokjjn couldn't escape from for two days until suddenly it all stopped. When he asked Jimin what it was, he mourned for three weeks.

Taehyung had broken their eternal oath.

So as Seokjin stumbled drunk through the streets, fucking other younger, handsome men to get his mind off of the witty and charismatic vampire he once cherished, he eventually forgot. He turned into a bit of a prostitute, but he enjoyed it, as sick and twisted as it may seem. He missed Taehyung too much, and getting fucked and drunk senseless is the only way he was able to forget, even if humans weren't as skilled as vampires in the bedroom.

-

"F-fuck," Seokjin threw his head back, spurting out stripes of his orgasm on the handsome male's chest as he felt the man's cum fill up his insides. Seokjin gasped airily, moaning in oversensitivity as the man chuckled and stroked his soft dick to hardness again. "You sure have a nice cock, Mr. Choi," he mumbled exhaustedly, falling on top of the sweaty chest of the fellow CEO, jerking his body as the man began to roll his hips again.

He petted Seokjin's stomach, a slight grimace on his face. "Everytime we meet up, it seems your body just gets heavier and fatter." Seokjin tensed up, feeling self-conscious, the once-pleasurable thrusts that continuously rocked his body suddenly making him feel sick as Choi felt him up. "It's weird, you always talk of diet, but I don't see the effects."

It was true. Seokjin was slowly gaining more weight by the months, due to the fact that even though Taehyung wasn't here anymore, his body had still developed and grown to please him, and he always slicked, brushing it off to the confused looks of his various fuck-partners as lube, and his body continued to create more and more blood, but since there was no vampire to drink, it just built up, waiting sadly for Taehyung to come back. His mind and eyes had drifted, but his heart and body longed for the vampire's gentle, soft touch.

"I-I guess I have one too many pieces of candy at night," he lied meekly, pulling off of him, feeling turned off. "I'll see you next month, Choi."

The man grunted, feeling a spark of guilt upon seeing Seokjin's disheveled and sad face, contorted with a bit of depression and he sighed loudly as Choi left, leaving a small hundred dollar tip, which he all shoved into the top drawer of his bedroom desk, that was already overflowing with cash.

He began to clean up, tossing the soiled sheets in the laundry and passing by Taehyung's old bedroom, the musky scent drifting through his nose. A part of his body, the part that adored Taehyung, longed to enter the room and snuggle up into the sheets that still no doubt smelled like the dark creature, but he willed himself to ignore it, spraying air freshener into the air of his bedroom before freshening up the room.

He heaved a long breath, falling back onto the naked sheets, boxers clothing his slightly pudgy body. Was he really that fat? His heart palpitated. Would he eventually just grow obese, filled with nothing but blood, unable to move as his undrunk blood sloshed around in his body? He had heard of blood banks, secret meet up areas where humans donated their blood to vampires who were unable to have submissive's, either due to being a low rank or just being too young and afraid to eat.

Yes, he thought to himself, he would start donating to those places.

And so he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Jimin's number, asking where he could find one. He wrote down the address in a piece of scrap paper, tossed on a coat and began his trek to the abandoned neighborhood, unbeknownst to the scrawny figure following closely behind, undetected by the smiling human.

-

Kim Taehyung had never realized he'd reach a point where it would be painful to drown himself in blood, but today, he was wrong.

As he lounged on the pile of crooked, lewdly disgusting, bent and broken bodies, he clutched his stomach and grunted out, feeling as if air or something was trapped in his stomach, clogging up his system.

"It's because you're binging too often," his fellow binge-vampire friend had said when Taehyung had brought up the topic. "There's nothing wrong with binge-eating in our species, but you should never eat more than one day's worth of binge in a day."

And Taehyung was consuming unhealthy amounts of people, almost over hundreds of gallons of blood he drank in a day, still feeling unsatisfied and bloated by the end of the night, often throwing up what he had in his stomach, and having awful side effects to just put the cherry on top.

"Go back to your submissive."

Taehyung jerked upwards, curling his lip as a muscular figure padded out of the dark. "And stop eating my stock; I save that for nights on the full moon."

"Ugh, you're so weird," Taehyung rolled his eyes, trying to clean up his blood soaked arms, only to reel back in disgust as a shiver of displeasure ran through his fingertips, making him nauseous.

The half-vampire snorted. "Don't blame my mother for falling in love with a werewolf." He tipped his head. "Your body still wants your submissive's blood. I can smell it."

Taehyung bared his fangs and so did the half-vampire, his eyes flickering a shade of orange. "I do not want to see him again." He felt his heart ache as he lied. "He just keeps drinking potions from witches and breaking my heart."

The werewolf shrugged, padding over to Taehyung's human pile and munching on a leftover leg. "Have you ever thought about maybe if the boy was simply curious? He is human and he doesn't know much about our world."

Taehyung paused, feeling guilt and anger swallow him up whole. He shook those feelings away and continued to rip a limb off of the human under him and drank the blood, but it tasted sour and rotten on his tongue and he jerked off the pile and stumbled to the edge of the room, vomiting.

His stomach felt empty, and it growled loudly in hunger. Irritably, Taehyung punched his abs and pointed at the pile of humans. "Food!" He snapped. "Stupid stomach, there's food right there!"

The half-vampire laughed. "You've gotten delusional. Seriously, go back to your submissive."

But the pure blood growled and denied, hopping out of the window in hopes of finding a female, with sweet blood.

-

"Ah," Seokjin bit his lip as he felt the female vampire nurse bite into his collarbone and she smiled comfortingly, patting his thighs.

"We do appreciate your help," she said softly, before spilling his blood into little jars. "I can see your body has grown plump with blood." She eyed him cautiously. "Were you once in love with one of us?"

Seokjin nodded, still worrying his lip. "H-he was kind, but we had complications." He swallowed the lump in his throat and grew quiet, and the Lisa nodded before licking over his wound, healing it.

"You have sweet blood," she licked her lips, before biting down on his thighs and removing blood from there as well. "I can see why he fell in love." She stared at his face. "And you're certainly handsome."

Seokjin flushed and thanked her, watching as his thighs almost seemed to shrink just a little. "You will feed many hungry children tonight," her eyes filled with warmth and love, "we haven't been getting many visitors lately, and you've shown up. A generous being you are, Seokjin. The children have been growing very small, and if they want to ever grow on the ranks, they must need a healthy dosage of blood everyday."

Seokjin nodded in understanding, and the nurse licked gently over his thigh wound before moving on to his other thigh, then his arms, and his belly.

By the time they were done, Seokjin was staring at twenty-four jars of his blood, and he felt light. He stared down at his body, that had grown skinny and pretty again, no more pudgy looking skin that jiggled to the touch. He could even see a faint outline of his abs, and he made a small noise of delight.

"Your body will refill tomorrow morning."

Seokjin felt his heart drop.

"So do stop by again," she smiled, her eyes shining red, but showing nothing but gratitude in them. "I have a son," she added, "and being a vampire, I'm unable to feed him. My wife is also a vampire, so it is hard for us to find a human willing to feed the children that stop by these blood banks." She blinked and looked past him. "Oh, Jeongha, say hello to Uncle Seokjin."

Seokjin's heart fluttered at that as he turned around, seeing a small, scraggly looking boy. As he stepped into the light, he looked miserable: his bones were showing, his eyes and cheeks hollow, bruises painting his body. He looked sad, almost depressed as he offered a fake smile up to his mother.

"Hi, mama," he croaked and she immediately bustled over to him. "Hello, U-Uncle."

"This kind man will be feeding you blood, Jeongha, say thank you." She kissed his cheek softly before smiling weakly up at Seokjin. "This is my son."

The boy stared hungrily at Seokjin's bare thighs. "Th-thank you, Uncle." He turned to his mother. "Can I eat now?"

"Of course, baby, come here." She glanced at Seokjin, a playful glint in her eyes. "Would you like to watch? It's quite amazing." She settled Jeongha onto the bedsheets Seokjin was just sitting on.

Confused, but curious, Seokjin nodded as she uncapped a jar of Seokjin's blood. The metallic scent made him nauseous, but he saw the boy's mouth water as he lapped up mouthfuls of the liquid, and to his surprise, he saw his arms start to grow, the bruises faded and when he finished the jar, he turned around, cheeks plump with baby fat, a cheeky smile and his eyes a bright, happy red. "Thank you so much, Uncle!" He chirped, his voice now strong.

And Seokjin laughed, swooping down to lift Jeongha into his arms and spin around with him. Lisa laughed, and Seokjin felt great.

He felt free, and most of all, he felt much better than the times Taehyung had left him to suffer alone.