"Hello, Jeongha." Seokjin smiled down at Lisa's healthy son, staring meekly up at Lisa's more sharp-tongued wife. She was kind, but fierce, and protective for her only son, having two miscarriages in the past, Seokjin couldn't help but pity her, witnessing Namjoon's first miscarriage had disheartened him for such a long time, he couldn't imagine having two.

"Uncle!" Jeongha chirped, looking up from his bowl of what looked like Seokjin's blood. "Mama gave me some more of your tasty blood." Jeongha grinned as Seokjin crouched in front of the boy, ruffling his hair.

"Did she? Well, I'm glad she did. You are getting strong, Jeongha!" Seokjin laughed when Jeongha jumped in his seat.

"He has Lisa's spirit," Jenny's low voice came from the kitchen counter and Seokjin looked up, "but I hope he has my mindset. Lisa's a bit air-headed sometimes."

Jeongha finished up his meal and got up, only to trip and fall. Jenny sighed. "Never mind."

"Ah, is she here?" Seokjin asked. "I wanted to give some more of my blood." He gestured to the plumpness of his arms and thighs. "Are the other kids doing well?"

"Thanks to you," Jenny sniffed. "But seriously, you're feeding twenty-five children. How can your body produce so much? What species was your ex?"

Seokjin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. Lisa had never asked for exactly who and what Taehyung was, but Jenny was witty, and her eyes narrowed at Seokjin's hesitance. "Don't tell me it was one of those binge-eaters."

Seokjin snapped his gaze up. "Is there something wrong about that?"

Jenny groaned. "Oh, God it was?" Her eyes sparked red and she leaned in. "Kim Taehyung?"

Seokjin pursed his lips. God, was Tae really that famous in the vampire community? What had he done to get his name branded into the brain of almost every vampire he met? The one time he mentions a binge-eater it's always Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung!

She reeled back, scoffing almost. "I can't believe this! You actually trusted your life to that maniac?" Jenny looked troubled. "Did he beat you when he left?"

"Beat me?" He echoed. "No! He just...he just left." He answered meekly. "It was surprising; I-I thought he loved me."

Jenny's eyes softened. "Not all relationships will be rimmed in gold, sweets." She leaned in to sniff at his neck, before pulling down his shirt collar. Seokjin yelped, flushing at how close the female was. She sniffed down at the healing mark on Seokjin's neck and licked it, before reeling back in disgust. "Ugh, it still tastes and smells like him, too!"

Seokjin adjusted his collar. "Were you two close?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I guess, that was until he tried eating Lisa!" Her eyes blazed with a hidden fury. "I never forgave that bastard. He can rot in the depths of hell for touching Lisa in that...revolting manner! Only I can touch her like that." She sniffed crossly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "She's mine."

Seokjin felt a twinge of jealousy. Why couldn't Taehyung have done that for him? And for Pete's sake, how many vampires had he tried to maul?!

"I apologize on his behalf—"

"Why are you apologizing?" Jenny cut him off. "It's him that should. One day, I want to bring him to his knees and force him to beg at Lisa's feet for forgiveness!"

Seokjin chuckled weakly. "Yeah, I do, too." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "I should go. Thanks for the company, Jenny."

She waved him off, scooping a pouting Jeongha into her arms. "See you, Jin. Stop by again tonight, Lisa'll be there."

-

There it was. That trace of tender sweetness, oh-so-familiar but slightly different. Taehyung could smell it coming closer, closer—

—children?

He gaped, staring at the two kids that waddled by, looking around ten or eleven. They perfumed the air with the sweet scent of blood, and upon closer inspection, he realized they were vampires. But why had that blood smelled so familiar...?

Taehyung scoffed, abandoning his search for a meal and settling on following these kids, instead. The kids were eating icecreams, laughing and babbling on about some superhero movie coming next month, and Taehyung frowned as they began to draw closer to a dark alleyway. He crawled in between the shadows, and he suddenly froze.

There was a certain, pink-haired male, his full lips tugging up in a smile upon seeing the kids that pushed the door open for them.

"Oh, Jinyoung, Soojung!" The pretty male ushered the kids in. "Jenny should have your meals out ready for you—don't skip! I worked hard to give you that." His laugh twinkled, and the kids offered him warm smiles in response, chatting for a moment until he left, with the kids trotting inside, and he stepped out.

He never looked more surreal, his milky skin shining in the soft winter sunlight, eyes round and pretty. There was a rosy tint to his cheeks, his thighs and body still plump with blood. His blood. It belonged to him, so why did those kids smell like him? His eyes trailed to the sign. Was this a blood bank?

"Oh, great," Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his gentle voice. He saw Seokjin crouching over something, the round swell of his ass right in front of him, thick and juicy and begging for Taehyung's aching cock. He remembered just how tight and warm Seokjin felt around him, and for a split-second, he reminisced about Seokjin's broken moans and high-pitched squeaks, the feminine gasps...and...

—shit he was hard. His breathing quickened as Seokjin ultimately picked up what he had dropped and bustled by him, unnoticed in the shadows. His sweet aroma wafted up his nose and Taehyung's mouth watered, his eyes glowing red and he groaned as he lost sight of the boy, his erection still standing tall and proud in the tightness of his jeans. Screw it; he'll find some guy, fuck him and then drink him.

-

God was really a cruel person when it came to fate and destiny.

While Taehyung was searching for a guy to get his mind off of Seokjin, he spotted him at the very bar, talking a little quickly to some old hag.

What luck he had.

He spotted him being dragged off by the old, wrinkly man, his eyes welling with tears, and Taehyung blinked. Who cares, a small voice whispered, he kept betraying you.

Go back to him! Another one cried, and Taehyung growled, pushing those thoughts away. Why were his thoughts so jumbled up?

He drummed his fingers on the bar counter, contemplating what he should do, angrily biting his lip, before standing abruptly and following where Seokjin had left.

He sniffed the cool night air, immediately smelling the sweet, frightened scent of Seokjin.

He heard his ex-lover's muffled cries for help, that were evidently too dull for a normal human to hear, but Taehyung could hear it clearly, the devastation and terror that shook his voice, the noises of skin being slapped against and Taehyung shook with a white-hot fury, unthinkingly bursting into the alleyway and ramming his head into the old man.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," Seokjin drew in a shuddering breath, his lower body naked as he shakily drew his trousers up to his ass until he realized it was Taehyung.

He stood, staring at Seokjin before his eyes began to trail downwards, staring at his cute little cock and he swallowed hard, walking close up to Seokjin. He had a sense of deja vu, it was so similar to their first time. Taehyung's mind was buzzing, and Seokjin's heart was thumping in his chest.

"Hey, babe," Taehyung breathed, pressing himself close to Seokjin, his arms pinned right next to Seokjin's head, their chests touching and Taehyung's crotch brushed Seokjin's cock. The latter gasped lightly, his eyes burning with an unspoken emotion.

Seven months of abandonment, and here they were, with people walking by the alleyway, Seokjin half naked, the old man unconscious on the floor, and Taehyung so incredibly turned on it took him his entire will not to sink his teeth into Seokjin's flesh, his gums aching.

There was a long moment of silence. Seokjin swallowed. "You left."

Taehyung felt guilt swallow him whole, and he felt a little spark rekindle inside of his chest. The oath, he thought, is confused. Their love was unmistakable, intangible but it was there. "I left."

"Do you know how sad I was?" Seokjin dropped his trousers and punched Taehyung's chest. The vampire didn't move but he allowed Seokjin to batter him. His eyes flooded with tears, he bit his lip and snot ran down his nose as he sobbed violently, his body trembling. Taehyung's warmth, his heat was so close, so familiar. Seokjin's heart tightened and he let out a wail, wiping his face onto Taehyung's shirt. "You just abandoned me, you bastard. I hate you, I hate you!"

Taehyung smiled, feeling his chest tighten up. "Seokjin."

"Y-you know, I met people who hate you, a-and I'm gonna team up with them and punch you so you actually move." Seokjin blabbered.

"Seokjin."

"A-and we're going to obliterate you, you know?" Seokjin wiped his face and huffed. "I'm gonna be the one to punch you the hardest, you jackass, you left me all alone, oh, and Namjoon's baby, I'm gonna raise him to hate you—"

Seokjin's tear stained eyes widened slowly, the feeling of something soft moving against his own lips, the sweet taste of Taehyung's tongue, running the wet muscle along Seokjin's full bottom lip. The vampire pulled away, a slight blush on his cheeks, a string of saliva connecting them, and Seokjin's eyes were dazed, drunk on the taste and feel of Taehyung's lips on his.

"Tae.." he breathed, licking the last remnant of the vampire's saliva off his lips.

"I know, you probably won't forgive me for a while," he mumbled, pulling Seokjin's boxers back on, "but I hope we can mend the time we lost." Taehyung's lips brushed over his ear, sticking his nose against Seokjin's neck, showing his love.

But Seokjin shoved the vampire away, eyes flashing with unspoken fury. Taehyung looked shocked, disheartened at Seokjin's expression. He worried his bottom lip as Seokjin pulled his trousers up and whipped around.

"You think that's it?" Seokjin spat. "Leave me for seven months to blow off some steam, put me through pain and misery, and now you want me back?" He smacked his arms and thighs. "Is it because of this? My blood?" He ignored Taehyung's hurt expression, although it made his heart clench.

"Y-you kissed back," Taehyung stuttered, looking lost. "I just thought...you'd want me back, too." Pain laced his tone.

I do want you back. "Well, you thought wrong." Seokjin blinked away the tears that prickled his eyes. "I'm donating my blood to children who need it, Taehyung. Not bingers like you that hoard all the food that needs to be split evenly among your kind."

Taehyung looked frightened. "N-no, Seokjin, it's not me, it's my species, my brain, my goddamn body keeps asking for more when I-I don't want more!" His voice raised at each word, cracking in pain and saddened at the fact that Seokjin simply didn't care for him anymore. Guilt clawed at his stomach and he leaned in, hoping for Seokjin's forgiveness, an apology—

but Seokjin was already gone, leaving nothing but a couple drop of tears, and the fading taste of his lips on his.

-

"You look like shit."

Seokjin downed another glass of the beer, staring dazed up at Hoseok who watched him worriedly. Yoongi had already gone up to nap, after seeing Seokjin, according to Yoongi he "stunk of cannibals" and left, only making Seokjin more sad and shameful, before he dumped the beer on Hoseok's kitchen table and kept drinking.

"Yeah, well y'know who's really shit?" Seokjin slurred, tears prickling his eyes. "Taehyung. That bastard"—hic—"never cared for me!"

Hoseok sighed, a little put-down by Seokjin's attitude, and pushed the beer away from Seokjin's fingers. "Gimme that back, ngh!" He moaned, hiccuping a bit more often, his cheeks a bright red and his lips swollen from biting down so hard on them. "I don' wanna think about that jackass, Hoseok, c'mon!"

Hoseok sighed. "I thought you were going to donate blood tonight? How can you if your entire bloodstream's filled with alcohol? You're feeding children, Seokjin. You've gotta stay committed!" Seokjin had spoken to Hoseok countless times about the blood banks he had visited day and night, losing weight in a blink of an eye, and gaining it back the next morning. This was never a problem with Taehyung, as the vampire would always sink his teeth into Seokjin's thick body anytime he could, but with him gone, Seokjin became sluggish with blood.

"Can Yoongi take some of my blood?" Seokjin asked, still half-drunk. Hoseok rolled his eyes and smacked Seokjin's shoulder.

"No, but if he wants to break the oath with me, feel free." Hoseok snorted. "Come on, hyung. Go wash up and get some rest; you're staying here tonight."