I feel awful right now. Sorry if this chapter is lacking something: I feel like shit honestly.

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The instant that Taehyung burst into the dimly lit cell, Yoongi's body felt as if it was lit on fire.

He stumbled, his body convulsing and instantly Jungkook began to let out soft cries as well, collapsing from Jimin's grip, and Yoongi lifted a head, one eye shut, the one open a blazing and furious red. He shoved past Taehyung, and upon seeing Hoseok's collapsed figure and all the blood, he let out a growl.

"Hobi-baby?" Yoongi murmured, shaking him softly while finding the wound that had produced so much blood. He found the deep cut in the palm of his hand and he drew out a sigh, leaning down and gently lapping the wound until his hand was coated with Yoongi's saliva. The human twitched and whimpered and Yoongi found that Jungkook was snuggling up against Hoseok's side, his figure still frail.

"Y-Yoon..." Jungkook breathed out, staring at Yoongi with hooded eyes and the vampire nodded. Jungkook opened his jaws, his surprisingly sharp fangs a lot more threatening to look at than Yoongi's, sunk into Hoseok's neck and Jungkook began to drink.

Hoseok gasped awake, his toes curling, fingers clawing on the floor. "Mm—Y-Yoon...Kook...! You came!" Hoseok attempted to sit up and was jerked back down by Jungkook's powerful grip, and the younger growled out a: "Sit still, I'm drinking, aren't I?"

Hoseok panted. "Y-yes sir..."

Taehyung burst out laughing from behind and Yoongi snorted. "Honestly, don't even laugh, Taehyung, we all know your nasty 'master' kink is fucking worse."

Instantly the laughter died down and Jimin puffed out his cheeks, holding his own fit of giggles. "Don't even get me started with your praise kink." Jimin snickered and Taehyung's cheeks coloured.

"I do not have a praise kink!" Taehyung snapped and Jimin shrugged, snickering. "I-I just really like it when people say...uh, I did a good job."

Jimin raised an eyebrow playfully. "Really then? Why doesn't Seokjin praise you then?" The elder patted Taehyung's mess of hair and purred. "Still, didn't our lovely Taehyungie do such a good job? Good boy, good boy," Jimin sang, as if he were talking to a dog and Taehyung turned even more red.

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"Haewon! Seokmin! Stop fighting over Uncle Seokjin's blood right now! And Seokmin! You have Dada's blood right here: what are you even fighting for?!"

Namjoon hoisted his son up onto his lap and pulled up the oversized sleeves of his hoodie, and instantly Seokmin giggled out a sloppy: "Hehe, sowwy Dada!" and began to gnaw on Namjoon's arm, sucking the flesh but not really drinking it.

Seokjin snorted and flinched slightly when Haewon began to bite his arm, puncturing little holes unlike Seokmin, who was playfully just biting with his dulled teeth, not his sharp fangs. "Agh, Haewon, no biting!"

After the two kids had been fed, Namjoon and Seokjin had them asleep in the top bedroom in Seokmin's room and the two plopped down on the sofa, with Namjoon placing a hand on Seokjin's belly. "How far along are you by now?"

Seokjin hummed. "I'm not sure... Taehyung told me not to keep track but I'm sure around 12 weeks...?"

Namjoon blinked, frowning. "Why won't he let you keep track? You're the one carrying the baby!"

"Ah, apparently birth for his 'species' of vampire is more complicated then others." Seokjin said. "I might be too early or too late. But I can't even get a C-section or the baby will be 'underdeveloped.' I don't really know, but apparently Taehyung's birth...nearly killed his mother..."

"WHAT." Namjoon's eyes widened. "B...but Taehyung's a pureblood! His mom's a vampire, right? If she struggled giving birth then how are you going to surv—"

Seokjin drew his lips into a tight line, and Namjoon took a deep breath and sighed. "How will you be able to endure it?" Namjoon said softly and Seokjin shrugged.

"Taehyung said he'd take care of it." Seokjin rested his head against Namjoon's shoulder and the younger frowned.

"You really trust him that much, don't you?" Namjoon queried, watching as Seokjin nodded and slipped a hand around Namjoon's arm. "Jeez, you and your skinship...you're worse than Jimin."

Seokjin giggled. "I just like to be cuddled, Joon, you understand that, can't you?"

"Pft. Sure." Namjoon snuggled back and sighed. "Who doesn't?"

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mmmm i sat alone at lunch and i feel like a pathetic loserrrr??? but it's only once a week cause my school changes lunch like that, fucking stupid :/