Namjoon woke up with Seokmin babbling in his arms. He must've fallen asleep unintentionally after last night, and he yawned as he stood and stared sleepily at the ceiling.

Oh. Last night.

Namjoon set Seokmin into the crib, which his son complained about with a little, "Dada!" and watched angrily as his father crept carefully out of the bed. The floor was clean and the body was gone, so Jimin must've cleaned it at some point.

As Namjoon crept down the stairs, a little hesitant as he saw Jimin's shadowy figure at the bottom of the staircase on the sofa, all huddled up and shaky.

"Baby?" Namjoon murmured, and he saw Jimin flinch. "Y-you okay?"

There was a long silence and Namjoon grew a little fidgety. "Fine." Came the soft mumble and Namjoon breathed out a sigh of relief before walking down the stairs and settling on the sofa, where Jimin raised his head. His eyes were still that dark red, and there were bags under his eyes. Namjoon shivered and pressed himself close to the warmth of his husband—

but it was gone.

"J-Jimin?" Namjoon mumbled, a bit surprised at how cold his flesh felt...like how every vampire was described in the mythical fairy tales. "Are you feeling okay?"

Jimin stared blankly at Namjoon's exposed thighs, and he found himself covering himself up as best as he could. Ever since Namjoon married Jimin and had a child, he felt comfortable wearing just a tee top and boxer briefs, but when Jimin was like this, he was a little afraid.

"Fine."

"You're really cold...how about I brew you a cup of that dragonfruit flavored green tea you like?" Namjoon suggested, getting up to move when suddenly a cold hand was placed against his thigh and Namjoon gasped as Jimin pulled him back against the sofa. He landed with a thump and stared, shocked, at Jimin who leaned in close and enclosed him in a sensual hug.

"I don't want tea right now baby." Jimin growled, purring almost as he hovered his lips across Namjoon's neck. "Lay back, show me that pretty ass of yours..."

Namjoon was shaking. "J-Jimin—what are you doin—?"

Jimin softly pulled the briefs down and groaned at the sight of Namjoon's honey thighs, but Namjoon knew that this wasn't Jimin, and before the vampire could sink his fangs in Namjoon let out a little grunt and whacked his legs straight down onto Jimin's head.

"Stop!" Namjoon squealed, darting off of the sofa and stomping a little shakily into the kitchen. "I'll make you tea, now sit down and—!"

"Ah, you smell so good."

Namjoon flinched, forgetting about how fast vampires recover and move, feeling Jimin's unfamiliar breath on his neck. Ignoring the sensual breaths from the other, Namjoon cleared his throat and simply pulled the sweet, fruity smelling tea bag from a little cardboard box in the top cabinet, pulled out a mug and began to fill the cup with hot water.

"C'mon, baby, lay down and open those legs.." Jimin groaned as Namjoon slipped away again and made it a firm point about brewing the tea. Eventually, Jimin settled down on the dining table with a sulking look on his face and Namjoon set the mug down in front of Jimin.

"Drink," Namjoon muttered, sitting himself down and clearing his throat. "You'll get some blood after that." He watched as Jimin stared hungrily at Namjoon, his dark red eyes darkening until they were almost black. But nonetheless the vampire sniffed at the tea and gulped it down.

-

Seokjin was currently in the midst of being fucked by Taehyung when Namjoon called him.

Lewd noises of skin against skin, Seokjin's plump lips parted in a scream of pleasure as Taehyung rested his elbows by Seokjin's head and kissed him, his hips thrusting hard into Seokjin's small frame, his petite body rocking back against Taehyung's abdomen with each rut.

"P-phone's-....-r-ringing, T-...Tae," Seokjin lolled out his tongue as Taehyung pulled away from the kiss and grunted, acknowledging the noise of Seokjin's default ringtone ringing in the background.

"Hold on babe...I'm close..." Taehyung responded, squeezing his dark red eyes shut and pausing before ramming hard into Seokjin. The human had already came several times, which was evident on the soiled sheets and the mess on his abs, mixed with the sweet scent of Seokjin's slick leaking out to dirty the sheets. He was oversensitive as Taehyung thrusted short but hard, until suddenly his pace quickened, he buried himself in deep and groaned, cumming into the condom that he had put on by Seokjin's request.

The phone rang again and both males took a moment to rest before Taehyung grabbed the cellular device and handed it to Seokjin, who breathlessly took it and accepted the call.

"H-hello?" Seokjin winced as Taehyung pulled out and collapsed next to him, stroking his sweaty pink hair lovingly. "Namjoon?"

"Seokjin, help. I think Jimin's gone a little mad, and he killed an officer last night and now there's a whole mob of cops in front of my house demanding to see Jimin!"

"What the—? Jimin killed a cop?" Seokjin gasped, sitting up with a wince. "The fuck happened last night?"

"I-I'll explain later, just please come! Seokmin's making a fuss already and Jimin's just following me around asking for my blood and I think I'm gonna faint from all of this—"

"Look, Joon, calm down, okay?" Seokjin got up slowly and hobbled over to grab his sweater and jeans off the floor. "I'll be over there in a minute, calm down, and don't let those cops in!"

-

"This is a crime zone, you can't pass these boundaries."

Seokjin stood helplessly at the police tape line in front of Namjoon's home. He wasn't kidding when he said cops had swarmed his front door, and from the looks of it, they had already broken the door down.

Taehyung clasped his shoulder thoughtfully as Seokjin let out a little wail of despair. "I told Joon I'd be here for him...how am I supposed to get past this?" Seokjin cried, glowering as the police officer continued to send him stern looks. "Tae?"

"You'll have to convince them somehow." Taehyung sighed. He walked casually up to the officer and tipped his head as Seokjin watched in confusion. "Officer? Why don't you let us in? We're close friends of theirs."

"Can't let that happen, sir." The man replied curtly, looking slightly irritated as Taehyung smirked and leaned against the caution tape. But his eye's widened as Taehyung leaned a bit too far and snapped the tape and strolled right past him. "S-sir, you can't pass the line—!"

"What line?" Taehyung turned around as the man clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Now get your filthy hands off of me before I snap your fingers in half." His eyes flashed red before he turned his glowering gaze
towards Seokjin and jerked his head towards Namjoon's house, and the pink-haired male stared, a little frightened, before scuttling after Taehyung who wrapped a hand around his shoulders and smacked his ass lightly, causing Seokjin to yelp softly.

"Tae," Seokjin scolded as Taehyung continued to grope the soft flesh, feeling several officer's hot stares on them. "Someone's coming over."

"Sir, this is a violation, you're not allowed on crime scene premises." Another taller, more muscular cop padded in front of the two, wearing a more intimidating outfit that showed a bit of authority. "Please leave now before we arrest you."

Taehyung poked the inside of his cheek irritably and rolled his eyes. "Move, bitch."

"Excuse me?" The man's eyes narrowed.

"I said move before I rip your throat out. I'm not happy right now and my boyfriend doesn't wanna give me any of his blood until I apologize, so I'm not afraid to drink your fucking blood if it makes him jealous—"

"Tae!" Seokjin snapped, watching as the man's fists balled up and he crossed his arms.

"You're a vampire, too? Jesus, how many of you exist anymore?" The man scoffed and reached his hand out to Seokjin. "Leave the poor, innocent humans like him alone and just do us a favor and die."

But Seokjin yanked himself away from the officer's hands and clung to Taehyung's side. "Tae, Tae." He gasped, feeling frightened. But before Taehyung could move, loud screams and other violent noises erupted from inside of the house and Seokjin felt his stomach flutter with alarm. "Tae, that's Namjoon."

"Move!" Taehyung shoved the officer five fucking feet away and darted into the house. He spotted Namjoon sprawled on the ground, sobbing with Seokmin tucked safely into his arms, wood and debris littering the floor as several authority members had Jimin pinned down, one aiming a silver pistol to his skull and another against his back. Blood littered the floor and upon closer inspection, Seokjin could see that Namjoon was clutching his neck, which was bleeding profusely, eyes wide. "The audacity of these officers; they didn't even let Jimin heal the wound!"

Immediately, Taehyung dashed over to Namjoon's side, and Seokjin saw Taehyung shoot him a look and in an instant he was by the officers pinning Jimin down.

"Sir, you have to let him finish!" Seokjin shrieked, frightened upon seeing Jimin's wild state, jaws agape and stained with blood, eyes blazing red hungrily and nails raking at the officer's arms. "Please!"

"Step aside! How did you even get in here?" One officer grabbed Seokjin's arm and Seokjin whirled around to lock eyes with a very familiar cop. "Mister K-Kim?"

"Lee?" Seokjin gasped, eyes round. "Lee, you have to tell them to let Jimin go!" His stomach suddenly lurched and Seokjin stumbled a little, pausing to compose himself.

"Mister Kim, are you crazy?" Officer Lee scoffed. "Do you see that creature? Vile thing. We came in at the right time, the poor human was being devoured by the vampire and who knows what could've happened?"

"You're an idiot, you fucking idiots! Namjoon could die 'cause you intervened with a fucking session—!"

Seokjin ripped himself from the man's grip and, limping a little with one last look at Jimin, who had begun to evidently calm down as some officer stabbed some sort of injection into his arm, he stomped over to Namjoon who was moaning in pain, Taehyung hunched over the male and lapping at the wound in his neck. "How is he?" Seokjin whispered, holding Namjoon's warm hand and smiling a little as his stomach was still hurting as  Seokmin sat up and babbled, eyes red probably from the scent of blood. The baby was obviously unaware of the situation and the boy simply leaned down and playfully clamped his jaws around his father's arm, leaving nothing but little teeth marks that weren't strong enough to draw blood.

"He's fine, just lost a lot of blood. It'll come back by the end of tonight but Jimin's gonna need a supply of his blood if he's ever gonna snap back to normal," Taehyung sighed as Namjoon's eyes fluttered shut and he gazed irritably back at Jimin. "And he called me stupid."

Seokjin scrunched up his face as he sat down shakily on the messy ground, hunching over and massaging his belly. "Agh, my stomach hurts, Tae." He mumbled, watching as Taehyung's irritated expression turned to one of concern. "C-can we...p-please..."

"Baby, you good?" Taehyung wiped his lips and watched as Seokjin swayed slightly, lips pale, a sheen of sweat covering his face and forehead. "Seokjin?"

But Seokjin only whined a little in pain, before licking his lips and breathing out, "I think I'm gonna faint."

In the distance, loud voices began to shout and people swarmed around Taehyung and Seokjin. Word must've spread a little late that Taehyung and Seokjin had gotten in, and Seokjin felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Mister Kim, are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" His voice was dripping with honey and Seokjin felt black dots spot his vision. "We're taking both of them away and we'll take you to the hosp...."

But Seokjin had already blacked out.