Seokjin quickly checked up on Taehyung, peeking into his bedroom. He saw the blonde male, sleeping on his bed with the covers tucked up to his waist, his tanned and toned chest revealed to Seokjin's innocent eyes. He squeaks and quickly closes the door.

Knowing that he's asleep, he tiptoes up to his room and checks the clock before closing his door.

11:59

Untying the rather soft ribbons of the present box, Seokjin smiles, wondering what could possibly be inside the box that had to be opened at such an obscure time.

When he opened the box, he frowned.

There was a pretty gold colored note on the side, but there was an odd weapon-looking object wrapped up in tinfoil. He picked up the note and opened it, reading Jimin's pretty handwriting quietly.

I'd advise you to be careful around those that you aren't too fond of. However, every living creature deserves to live and be loved, right? Cherished until they die? Then take this a prick your thumb, and trust what he does to you.

Don't freak out.

Seokjin frowns again, unwrapping the tinfoil object. It was an iron rod-looking thing, with a little knife-shaped tip. There was a tiny bottle on the side labeled "holy water" and Seokjin picked it up.

"What is this?" He muttered. He stared up at the clock.

11:59

"What?" Seokjin clicked open his phone. 11:59 "The hell is this?"

He picks up his phone and calls Namjoon. To his surprise, he picks up almost immediately. "Hyung?"

"Joon?"

"Did you do it yet?"

"What? Pricking my thumb? About that, why the hell should I prick my thumb? Isn't that sort of dangerous? And why did you give me holy water? I was hoping for some kind of kitchen knife or something...my current one is dull now and it doesn't cut onions as nicely as it did." Seokjin muttered.

He heard Namjoon sigh, exasperated. "Hyung, just do it, and don't freak out when he comes, okay? Just trust him."

"What? Joon—?"

The line goes dead and Seokjin's left to stare down at the scary looking object in his hand. He lets out a quiet groan, thinking that this is some sort of prank. He hoped that they'd give him a kitchen knife after they got what they wanted.

"Alright, if they say so..."

-

Blood.

The sweet scent of blood fills Taehyung's nostrils and he blinks open his eyes, rubbing them blearily and sitting up. He sniffs deeply and frowns. "Where is that coming from?"

His blood runs cold at the realization. As his stomach starts to growl, he lets out a loud curse. "Fuck you, Park Jimin."

-

Seokjin cleans his thumb and patches it up, walking idly back into his room and staring at the scary weapon now on his nightstand. He'd return it to Jimin and Namjoon tomorrow when he's going to work, but for now he needed some sleep. Nothing had happened after he pricked his thumb, which had really bummed him out. "I was wondering why they'd gift me something so stupid out of the blue." He said, laying down on his bed.

He reached over to turn off the lights when he notices something by the door.

"Taehyung?" He waits for an answer. "Are you okay?"

The blonde is standing closely, eyes closed, lips quivering. He doesn't respond.

"Taehyung, are you a sleep-walker?"

The blonde steps clumsily forward and Seokjin rushes up to help him. As he draws closer, Taehyung lifts his head and opens his eyes.

If he's never felt real fear before, then he's felt it now.

Taehyung's once caramel eyes were now blazing red, with flecks of gold and black. Little, red patterns speckled across his cheeks and neck. Those two eyes, the same eyes that Seokjin grew up traumatized with, were staring back at him with some sort of satisfaction and Seokjin couldn't bring his legs to move.

"I'm," his voice is dark and husky as he backs Seokjin up onto the bed, lips curling up in a smirk, "hungry."

Seokjin lets out an inhumane noise, and tears well up in his eyes. Was this Jimin and Namjoon's plan? Did they know? What a bunch of bastards.

"Taehyung." Seokjin's voice is curt but full of fear. "Don't. Please."

Taehyung lets out a breathy chuckle before pressing his nose against Seokjin's warm neck. He can feel the blood rushing to his face and his heart starts hammering against his chest and he shivers as Taehyung runs his tongue up the side of his neck. Taehyung's powerful arms run up Seokjin's side and he tenses up as he feels two sharp fangs scratch against his collarbone.

"I won't hurt you." Taehyung smiles against his skin. "Just want one taste?"

"N-no, Taehyung, please." Seokjin's trembling violently at this point. His breathing is shallow, sweat beads on his forehead and he's terrified. He's heard stories of people being bit by vampires; they either get a terrible disease, bad luck for the rest of their life, or die.

And Seokjin certainly didn't want any of those.

"Taehyung, please." Seokjin wails, a little louder. One of his arms is shaking, inching towards Jimin's present box to the holy water. If he can somehow open it and splash it into Taehyung's eyes...

Seokjin freezes up as he meets those eyes. Far away, they look intimidating; deadly and ominous. He's always hated the color red for what it represents and what it could show, but Taehyung's eyes were so... beautiful.

"One bite." Seokjin's arms fail to move as the blonde starts suckling on his collarbone.

Seokjin continues to stare into Taehyung's pretty eyes: flecked with gold, swirls of red and little strings of a familiar caramel brown. They looked sad up close, and packed with indecipherable emotion that had Seokjin closing his eyes and pulling Taehyung closer to him until the two were laying on top of Seokjin's queen-sized bed.

Seokjin arches his pretty back up onto Taehyung's chest, wrapping his legs around his waist.

What are you doing what are you doing what are you doing—

"Okay," Seokjin breathes out and Taehyung lets out an excited noise. "Okay."

"One bite."