***

Jimin walked over to the shoulder and threw a few ice cubes into his glass and walked with it to Jungkook, who was just pouring another drink. The brunet did not look at him, as if avoiding his questioning look. He probably felt embarrassed by the fact that Jimin and the others heard their erotic play with V. Jimin did not care at all, on the contrary, Jungkook's embarrassment amused him. He watched him intently in silence. The brunet was clearly getting more tense.

- Jimin, you will burn holes in my skin with your eyes! - He finally scolded him without looking at him.

Jimin just grinned. He took two steps forward and put his glass next to this boy so that he would also pour him and leaned back on the counter standing in front of him.

- So... you and V... Hmmm? - He started casually.

He had long known that something was up. It was impossible not to notice these furtive glances, stolen touches. The strange tension between them, but he had to admit he didn't expect it. Jungkook said nothing but cleared his throat awkwardly, giving Jimin a pleading look, hoping the vampire would let go.

- I didn't know you were together... - He continued, trying to provoke Jungkook that the boy would tell him something more. He made friends with him and wanted him to be happy, just like V, whom he loved as a brother. In addition, their relationship intrigued him.

- W-we're not together... I guess. I don't really know what we are... - He finally replied, sighing heavily. - It all happened so quickly... There was no time to talk about it. And then there's Jackson...

- Jungkook, V cares for you. - Jimin's voice sounded so confident that Jungkook envied him that certainty.

He wanted to know how V really felt about him. He trusted him, he knew that the vampire would do anything to protect him, but did he care about him in a romantic way? Jungkook opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly felt a hand wrapping around his narrow waist. A familiar, masculine smell of soil and mint crept into his nostrils, which revealed the identity of the person who had approached him. The vampire pulled him closer, standing behind him and put his chin on his shoulder.

- Jimin, please leave us alone. - He said in a deep voice, and Jimin smiled broadly, grabbed his drink, and walked toward the other friends without a word. - I heard what you said to Jimin... - He whispered in his ear. His low, sexy voice caused chills in his body. - I want you to know that what happened is more than just physical attraction for me. I care about you, Kookie. I hope you have no doubts about this... - V lowered his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, while wrapping his arms more tightly around him.

- V... What are we doing? - Jungkook asked quietly. V turned him over and slipped his fingers under his chin to force the boy to look at him.

- Is it so important to put it in a category or attach a tag? Whatever it is, it makes me happy... And I want it to last. I know all this is new to you, so I don't want to push you and put pressure on you. I'm ready to wait for you, Kook. If you only let me... - Saying that, V didn't even look away from Jungkook's dark eyes for a moment.

At these words the boy felt a strange warmth. The vampire said exactly what he wanted to hear, but there was still something that bothered him. And apparently V saw it because he licked his lips nervously.

- What's up, baby doll? You do not believe me? - He asked, seeing hesitation on the boy's face.

He cared about him. As much as he have never cared about anyone other before, but he didn't know how to show it to him. He didn't want to frighten him with excessive boldness. The boy was silent, gently bit his lower lip and looked down. V lifted his chin, and when their eyes met again, he approached him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. At first Jungkook was surprised by his boldness. They were still in the apartment of Jimin and Yoongi. They both knew that most probably the others were watching them, but all the more Jungkook was grateful that V did it. He felt that this way, the vampire wanted to show him that he was taking him seriously. He returned his kiss almost automatically. Their lips matched each other perfectly, like two puzzles. The kiss wasn't long, but it was enough for V to give Jungkook more than a thousand words. When they broke away, the vampire brought his forehead to Jungkook's and looked into his eyes again.

- I know I'm not perfect... And maybe I will mess up many times, but... Please, don't push me away... - He whispered.

- And what about... What about Jackson? - Jungkook finally asked. - Recently you two have been very close. I thought you were dating or something... - He added.

As he spoke the words, he felt a strange twinge. He was jealous that V was so close to someone. He knew that the vampire slept with him and often fed on him. In addition, Jackson was really handsome and seemed to be a nice guy, which irritated him even more. He wasn't sure if he should or even have the right to ask him about their relation, but he didn't want to be one of many. However childish and selfish it sounded, he wanted to be the only one. The only one with whom V is so close, the only one he sleeps with and who he feeds on. He wanted to have him only for himself.

At his words, V smiled gently. He looked like he was enjoying hearing this question. And that's exactly how it was. He could not deny that he liked that Jungkook seemed jealous of him. The fact that the raven haired boy was a bit possessive and did not want to share him, turned him on.

- Me and Jackson are not dating and we never did, it's just sex. We both knew what kind of relation it is from the very beginning. Recently... We became more like friends. That's why we saw each other more often. I talked to him a lot, but it's still just sex... I don't have any feelings for him. - He replied calmly.

If only Jungkook knew how many times during their meetings he was the main topic of their talks, he probably wouldn't care so much about him. After these words, Jungkook looked a little calmer, but V knew his relationship with Jackson was still bothering him. And he had no doubt what to do.

- Tomorrow, I'll make an appointment with him and I will tell him it's over. I won't sleep with him anymore. Neither with him nor anyone else. - He said firmly, and Jungkook raised his surprised look at him. - I care about you, Kook... - He added quickly, seeing surprised brunet. - And if you let me, I'll show you how much... - With that, he grabbed his hand and Jungkook folded their fingers together.

- So show me... - Raven haired boy replied, and V in response kissed him again.

***

- Ahh - V sighed loudly and rolled over.

He was lying now in his big, comfortable bed, in his black, fragrant bedding, in his beautiful, modern apartment...

Alone.

Exactly. He was alone again...

They left Jimin's and Yoongi's place probably around three or four o'clock at night. V drove Jungkook to the workshop, and then he returned to himself and since then he did not even close his eyes. All the time he thought about brunet and what happened between them. When he drove him away, he was eager to stay with him at his workshop or take him to his place for the night, but he didn't want to hurry. He did not want to spoil it and wanted to give Jungkook time to think about everything. He wanted the boy to be sure that he is the one who he really wants and who he wants in his life, just as he was sure of it. Each passing second only assured him of how much he wanted Jungkook. And it wasn't just the desire for bodily intimacy he usually felt.

He wanted all of him. He needed him.

Jungkook was like the oxygen V breathed. Of course, he also wanted him physically. The brunet was handsome. He had a beautiful face, sharp jaw line, innocent, doe eyes and raspberry sinful lips. In addition, his body was insane. Every time V had the opportunity to see the boy's stomach, it took his breath away, and seeing his muscular thighs he only dreamed of being able to feel how strongly they wrap his narrow waist. The boy with one look, with one gesture could evoke in his head a million naughty thoughts and every single fantasy, he would meet without blinking an eye. As he thought about it, he realized that no other man had attracted him so much. He had lived for so many years and never felt anything like it, but what was most wonderful about it was that he felt attracted to Jungkook in so many other ways. The less physical, emotional. This boy made V want to be better, for him everything took on a new meaning, everything he did suddenly made sense. With him he felt as if he had been asleep for so many years, and the raven hair ed boy finally woke him to life. It fascinated him and frightened him at the same time, but he had had enough living a life halfway. If Jungkook allows him, he will be everything he wants. He will protect and care for him. He will be his best friend and most tender lover. Hmm... Lover... This word caused chills throughout his body, at the same time stimulating the life of every little cell.

- Jesus... - He whispered into the empty space of the room.

He couldn't stop thinking about him.

In recent days, brunet occupied almost every minute of his thoughts, but since their hot session in his apartment there was not even a second that he did not think about him. He was always quite sexually active, had great potential, and as a vampire his desires became even more acute, but when things between him and Jungkook became more serious and more intimate, V cut off his sexual relations with others. He didn't want Jungkook to see him only as a fuckboy who cares only to satisfy his own drive. He had sex with Jackson for the last time when he stayed with him after finding Jungkook after his kiddnap. Then he didn't see him. His body demanded attention, all the more after the last sexual games with brunet, but V no longer wanted any sex with someone accidental. He only wanted Jungkook. And now that he had the opportunity, he was going to prove to him that now he is the only one who counts. However, he felt an undeniable thirst that grew harder to fight with every minute.

With a loud growl, he got out of bed and looked at his phone to check the time. It was only eight in the morning. They parted about four hours ago, and he felt as if he had not seen him for at least a week. He put on gray sweatpants on his boxers that wrapped around his narrow hips, showing the voluptuous V line at the bottom of his stomach and headed for the training room. Passing by the fridge, he only caught a bottle of water and one sachet with blood, which he immediately drank going down the stairs to the training room. There was a soft twilight downstairs, but he didn't mind. His vampire eyes were too used to the lighting. V sipped his last sip of blood and threw the empty packaging into the small trash can that was against the wall. He licked his lips with blood residue. Group 0. So far, his favorite, but since he tasted Jungkook's blood, nothing could compare with that.

He walked over to the table on which various equipment lay and reached for the boxing bandages, and then wrapped his hands with it with quick and agile movements. He slipped on the boxing gloves and headed for the punching bag that hung in the back of the room. He took a deep breath and set himself in a fighting position. His legs reflexively buckled slightly, and his hands shielded his face from the blow. He has not boxed for a long time, recently he focused mainly on training Jungkook. And when he had time to practice something, he usually ran or pulled himself up on chains. Still, his body remembered perfectly how to move in the ring. After a while he moved agile like a wild cat, measuring fast and accurate blows on an imaginary opponent. He felt his muscles tighten with each movement, as with each blow his breath shallows and his adrenaline rises. That's what he needed, to tire his body out so that the head would not have the strength to think.

He didn't know how much time had passed and how long he had hit this poor punching bag, but he stopped striking when he couldn't breathe anymore and his bare torso was all covered in sweat. Tired, he leaned forward and rested his hands on his trembling thighs, breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell in a quick, uneven breath. V pulled the gloves off his hands and put them on the table. His hair was damp, the wet fringe stuck to his forehead. He brushed it away so that it was all combed back now, revealing his forehead and handsome face. He reached for a bottle of water and quickly poured a few large sips into his thirsty mouth. The cold liquid pleasantly moistened his throat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, then caught the tip of the boxing bandage still wrapping his hands in his teeth and slowly began to remove it. His breathing began to return to normal, although his muscles still remembered the effort of several hours. When he finished unwrapping his hands, tired headed to the apartment. All he dreamed about now was the cold stream of water flowing down his battered, hot body. With every step up the stairs to the apartment, he felt his thigh muscles tighten slightly with a slight pain. Finally, his thoughts calmed down, physical exertion caused the intended result.

As soon as he entered the apartment, he closed the door behind him with a kick and immediately started toward the bedroom. The bathroom was also downstairs, but upstairs, next to the bedroom was his beloved shower. Big, glazed, which could easily contain at least four people. He climbed the stairs in an instant, jumping two steps at a time. He quickly looked around the bedroom, feeling strangely disappointed that the room was still empty. Who did he expect to see here? He quickly pushed the thought away. He didn't want to think about him now. He practiced so hard to clear his head of these constant fantasies.

He opened the wardrobe to take out some clothes and immediately regretted it. On one of the shelves lay a black Jungkook's sweatshirt. Apparently the boy left it during one of their trainings or one of his sleepovers. It wasn't something new. V often found the boy's belongings left somewhere in his apartment, or in the training room. In his bathroom, Jungkook had his toothbrush and towel, on the cabinet under the mirror was the face cream he always used. His fridge was always full of boy's favorite food and banana milk, which Jungkook loved so much. Caused by some supernatural force, he grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it close to his face, drawing its scent deeply. Just like he expected, the material smelled of Jungkook's perfume and body. V reflexly closed his eyes and sniffed the sweatshirt again, holding that wonderful smell in his lungs. After a moment, he slipped his hands into sleeves and put the soft material on his bare, still slightly moist after training, skin. He wanted to smell brunet on his skin. He wrapped his arms around himself strongly and inhaled Jungkook's scent, imagining what it would be like to have him in his arms now.

And it took only a few seconds for all his training to be wasted.

The image of Jungkook just awakened appeared in his head, with tousled hair, with a slightly hoarse morning voice. What would Jungkook look like if he woke up in his bed after spending the night together? He would now be lying in his black linen, smelling of their bodies, his bare chest would float in a steady breath, his heart would beat quickly with the memories of their night together, and V would hear the sound as the most beautiful melody. Perhaps his dark irises would run over his bare skin with lust, his raspberry lips, slightly parted, would demand more kisses, and his body would beg for the touch of his long fingers...

V sighed loudly, feeling the characteristic pressure down his stomach and opened his eyes abruptly.

And it started again. Jungkook was everywhere.

He brushed his damp hair nervously and took a deep breath. His whole body wanted him. He felt almost physical pain when he thought about it. He licked his lips and for a moment had the impression that he could taste the brunet's lips on them. Jungkook tasted insane. Perfectly. His blood... His lips... His sperm...

V felt that his boxers had become a bit tighter due to the memory. He bit his bottom lip hard and remembered last night. His lips on those wonderful, warm lips of Jungkook, moving in such a perfect, common rhythm. His long fingers nimbly moving up and down his masculinity... His tongue moving with this Jungkook's in a wonderfully sensual dance, their bodies so close together, joined almost together. Jungkook's hard penis, so perfectly fitting his hand... The broken breath and those wonderful moans of the boy that left his throat every time V's hand slid down his swollen member. The way the raven haired boy moaned his name when he reached the desired climax. Would Jungkook moan the same way if V parted his shapely buttocks and slid his nimble fingers into him, caressing his prostate? If he inserted his hard penis as deeply as possible while hitting his bare skin with his hips?

- Jesus... - V moaned, then quickly headed towards the bathroom, trying to disregard his hard member, who was already painfully demanding attention.

He slipped off his pants and Jungkook's hoodie. But before he hung it on the hanger, he put his face on it again, smelling the wonderful smell. He hung it quickly and ran his fingertips over the delicate material. He slipped into the shower and turned on the cool stream. He stood under the rain shower and let the cold water wash his hot body. He looked down at his proudly sticking member. What was happening to him? He has never wanted anyone that much. Perhaps it was because everything was always easy for him. He was handsome and probably did not know a person who could resist him. It was enough for him to approach someone, nod his finger, and a moment later he could do anything he wanted. It doesn't matter if it was a woman or a man. It was different with Jungkook. No one had ever rejected him before, no one resisted him that much, but also no one tempted him like Jungkook. Sometimes even unknowingly he drove him crazy, but he loved it. He loved everything about Jungkook. From his warm chocolates doe eyes to his scar on his cheek. From his gentle smile to his insanely narrow waist and athletic thighs. He loved how the boy moved, how he unknowingly pushed his cheek with his tongue when he was jealous, how he wrinkled his nose gently when he laughed intensely. His laughter, his voice, his moans...

He wanted him so badly that he couldn't help himself anymore. So he slid his hand down his athletic belly. With each successive centimeter he felt his excitement grow even more. When his right hand finally tightened firmly on his member, a loud moaning came out of his mouth. He was used to being very sexually active, he did not even remember the last time he had to satisfy himself. Usually he had no problem finding someone willing to do it for him, and he used it without the slightest resistance. Although each time it was only about satisfying one's own drive. V rarely kissed his sexual partners, he did not caress them too much. They were the ones to give him pleasure. It was different with Jungkook. When V was with him, he was the most important. He wanted to caress, touch and kiss him like never before, he wanted to learn his body millimeter by millimeter. That's why he wanted to caress him at the warehouse. And he was so damn happy that Jungkook allowed him to get closer in such an intimate way. And the fact that he knew that Jungkook had never been this way with any other guy excited him even more. In some ways he was his first and wanted to be the last. The last who touches him, the last, whose name Jungkook will moan writhing under him...

Under the influence of these thoughts, another wave of excitement pulled through V's body. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His breathing was uneven, his hand movements faster and stronger. It was so pleasant, but he wanted more.

He imagined Jungkook with him here in the shower. He could see his milky skin getting all wet with pouring water. His dark hair sticking to his handsome face. V could run his hands over his athletic chest and flat stomach. Would Jungkook want V to be sexy and gentle, or would he prefer V to rough him up a bit and show how wonderful it is to surrender to his will? Just thinking about it, V bit his lower lip. God, what would he give to be able to push brunet against the wall and press his naked body to his back. V was convinced that Jungkook would like it. Certainly no one has ever dominated him like this before. V would be the first to pull his dark hair and force him to stick his shapely buttocks to him. He would be the first to slip his long fingers inside him and move them in him, listening as every movement of his hand pulls a muffled groan from his throat. He would be the first to slip his hard dick into this wonderfully tight muscle ring, hearing the boy curse being stretched to his size. Imagining how tight Jungkook is, V's hand reflexively tightened tightly on his member, and his movements accelerated even more.

- Fuck me! - He growled loudly, feeling that he was already close.

He leaned his left hand on the shower wall and started moving his right hand faster, chasing his own orgasm. He recalled the sound of Jungkook's moans and clenched his hand tighter, imagining that it was the muscles of brunet tightening around his penis. After a while he felt a familiar pressure and came with a loud grunt, spilling his sperm on his own stomach and right hand.

- Jesus... - He moaned, breathing heavily.

He leaned against the wet tiles and closed his eyes, trying to calm his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so good during normal masturbation. Although he had to satisfy himself, thinking about brunet incredibly turned him on. When his breathing finally returned to normal, he quickly washed and got out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around his narrow hips. Without thinking for a long time, he pulled on black boxer shorts, black torn jeans that firmly embraced his legs. On the top he tossed a simple white T-shirt with a more indented neckline that showed his tanned collarbones. He wiped his wet hair harder on the towel and left it to dry. He grabbed his phone and dialed a well-known number. He has used it often in recent weeks, although he was not so proud of it now. He put the phone to his ear and listen ed the sound on the other side. Biiiip. Biiiip.

- V? - A familiar voice asked. He seemed a little sleepy, as if the boy had just woken up.

- Jackson, I need to see you. Let's meet in Sin City. Can you be there in an hour or so? - He asked.

- I will be there in 30 minutes. - He replied.

V hung up without saying anything else. Jackson was handsome, his body was athletic, and he was good at sucking him off. He had everything V needed. That was enough for him before, but now that he met Jungkook, he wanted more. Or maybe he just wanted Jungkook.

Only him.

Without thinking for a long time, he grabbed a sweatshirt from a hanger and put it on. He slipped the phone into his pocket and quickly ran out of the apartment. He got on his motorcycle and put on his helmet, then started the engine. It took him less than 30 minutes to get there. He parked and quickly ran towards Sin City. It was still early, so as usual at this time inside was almost empty. V stepped inside and immediately saw the platinum blonde sitting at the bar. He came up to him and sat down without a word on the bar stool next to him. The boy immediately turned to him and gave him a beautiful smile.

- Hi, handsome. - He said. - We'll have a drink first or would you rather go to my place? - He asked, raising his right eyebrow suggestively. V bit his lower lip instinctively.

- Let's have a drink first. - He said, then nodded to the bartender. - Please give us Jack Daniel's twice.

- I was surprised you called so early... Lately, you ditched me few times. You missed me so much? - Saying that, he turned harder towards V, carefully studying the vampire's face.

He looked beautiful as usual. They had seen each other for quite some time and slept with each other, but Jackson was still impressed every time he saw him. The vampire was incredibly handsome, he was unreal beautiful. The only thing that always worried him was the fact that the vampire had sad eyes. Although he was smiling, his smile rarely reached the blue irises. There was something different about him this time. Some strange flash in the eye that made him seem even more beautiful.

- Jackson... - V started

His voice was warm and unusually gentle. Jackson felt a gentle blush flush across his cheeks, caused by how wonderful his name sounded from the perfectly cut vampire's lips. Did he have a soft spot for him? From the beginning he knew that it was only sex and he also treated their relation in this way, but recently they talked a lot more, what brought them closer. A thin thread of friendship-like relationship had formed between them. Yes, they fucked on every meeting. Actually, V fucked him. The vampire did what he wanted with him, but he didn't mind. V knew exactly what to do and how to make Jackson feel like he was in seventh heaven and almost begged for more. It didn't bother him that the vampire avoided kissing, that he didn't caress him as he did. Jackson knew well that V, even while in him, was thinking about Jungkook, but he didn't care if it was otherwise. At least so far... Has something changed? He liked him. He couldn't deny it. The vampire was funny and brilliant. He was more than just a pretty face and a good lover. They hadn't seen each other lately, even when Jackson called him, the vampire turned him off. He was ashamed to admit it, but when V called him today, he felt excited, like a little girl, waiting for Christmas presents. But now, V was looking at him, and there was something in his eyes that Jackson had never seen before. Happiness. And that one look was enough for him to know...

- It's about Jungkook, right? - He finally asked. The blond man nodded.

- I told him I care about him... And it looks like he feels the same way... - When he said that, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched up, but Jackson saw it anyway. V was happy. - And I really want to prove to him how much I care. That I'm all in and that means I can't sleep with others. I want to be with him. Only with him... - He explained quickly.

- It's alright, V... - The boy said and put his hand on this vampire. Although he was somewhat disappointed in the fact that they would not be so close anymore, the information that V and Jungkook were finally together, pleased him. He wanted the vampire to be happy. - I know how much you care about him. - He added and smiled heartily. Although he felt as if he had lost something, his smile was genuine. V shook his hand in response.

- If it comforts you, I had fun with you. - V added, nudging him lightly on the shoulder. - Come have a whiskey with me. - With that he put one of the glasses towards the boy, and he took it with a smile.

- Then let's drink to make Jungkook worth all the trouble. - Jackson raised his glass toasting and V grinned.

- I know he is. - He replied without a shadow of a doubt.

***

Jungkook ran his hand through his dark hair and looked at his reflection in the mirror again. He wanted to make sure he looked good. He put on black jeans with holes in his knees that firmly embraced his thighs and buttocks. He knew that V liked his thighs, so he chose something that would further emphasize his qualities. For this he put on a white T-shirt with a tight neckline that exposed his long, slender neck and exposed his collarbones. He looked up and studied his face carefully. His skin was extremely radiant and smooth. The eyes had a strange glow. Is it thanks to what happened between him and V? He had to admit that he had probably never felt the way before. He had butterflies in his stomach, he felt nervous and excited at the same time. He couldn't wait to see him again. At the thought of the vampire's lips on his, he felt chills. He wanted to look sexy, even though it was just training, similar to dozens of other workouts they had spent together. However, the thought came to his mind that maybe this time it might not end as usual. At the very thought of what might happen, Jungkook felt a familiar tightness down his stomach. He took a deep breath and washed his face with water. He had to cool his thoughts a bit if he wasn't going to come to V with a visible problem in his pants.

He wiped his face on a towel and left the bathroom. He grabbed his leather jacket and bag with training outfit and quickly left the apartment. He got on his motorcycle and headed for the warehouse. He had traveled this path so many times that he knew almost every centimeter by heart. It took him less than half an hour to get there. When he parked, he noticed that there was no V's motorcycle under the warehouse only Jimin's car, which meant the vampire was probably already in the training room. Until now, every time he arrived, and V's motorcycle was not in front of the entrance, it meant that he was somewhere in the city, usually in someone else's bed. At this thought he felt some strange anxiety. He hadn't talked to V since last night, when the vampire drove him home and said goodbye to him with a passionate kiss, but he was convinced that when he came here tonight, V would be waiting for him. They had training sessions almost at the same time every day, why should it be different now? V promised to show how much he cared about him. Has he changed his mind already?

Jungkook took a deep breath, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. As he moved deeper into the warehouse, he saw Jimin sitting on the couch in the training room. The vampire was not looking at him, he was sitting with his head bowed and doing something on his phone. Even though he didn't look up at him, Jungkook knew he must have sensed his presence. Instinctively, he looked around the room, quietly hoping to see V somewhere, but there was no sign of the vampire.

- Hey, Jimin. - He said finally, wanting to get the blond's attention. Jimin looked up at him immediately and smiled warmly.

- Sorry, I was just finishing talking to V. - Jimin replied and got up from the couch.

At these words Jungkook felt a strange twinge. If Jimin talked to V, it meant that the vampire was not in the apartment and would leave their training again. Jungkook set the bag on the ground and turned his face away from the vampire's sharp eyes. He did not want Jimin to see his disappointment, but the blond was too perceptive for Jungkook to hide it. He noticed that the gleam in brunet's eyes eased slightly at his words, as his shoulders dropped.

- V tried to reach you, but it seems that something is wrong with your phone... - He explained quickly, and the boy instinctively pulled his phone from his pants pocket and quickly checked the display. The screen did not respond.

- Oh, my battery is down... - He said. What an idiot he is. In his mind, he scolded V for not even sending him a message, and he, like the last idiot, forgot to charge his phone. He was so overwhelmed by recent events that he did not even think of recharging the battery. - Where is he? We should have training soon... - He added casually, though he felt his nerves eat him. He was afraid of what he might hear. Until now, every time V was out of training, he "trained" other bodily things. What Jungkook didn't like at all and at the mere mention of it, he felt his stomach tighten.

- He went to meet Jackson to talk to him, but it seems that the meeting lasts longer than he thought and he will be late... He told us to train today without him... - The vampire replied, looking closely at Jungkook. The brunet obviously tense at his words. His tongue instinctively ran across the inside of his cheek, pushing it slightly. Jimin knew that it was his unconditional reflex when his jealousy prevailed.

- Ah Jackson... - He groaned softly, concealing his disappointment.

- Kook, he went to meet him to tell him about you... About you and him...

- How you can be so sure of that? - He asked automatically.

As soon as those words left his mouth, he wished he had bitten his tongue in time. He should trust V more. He had no reason not to. Yes, V slept with others, but he never hid it from him and never lied to him about it, so why would he do it now? On the other hand, they were not officially a couple, so V had the right to do what he wants and with whom he wants. That the vampire was caressing his dick didn't give him the right to demand loyalty from him, but he couldn't bear the thought that V could now touch someone else in the same way.

- Never mind... - He said quickly before the vampire could add anything. - We should start our training.

Jungkook took off his white T-shirt and put on a training t-shirt, then without worrying about the presence of the vampire, he slipped his pants and put on his sweatpants. He can't control what V does, but at least he can learn to fight to scare all other vampire worshipers, doesn't he?

***

Low, deep laughter broke through the sounds of sexy music. It was so beautiful and natural that Jackson's lips reflexively curved in a big smile. He has never heard V laugh before. This sound was simply wonderful. The vampire was phenomenal, tall, athletic, handsome, but nothing could match his charming boxy smile and the sound of his voice when he laughed so freely. Until now, when they saw each other, V was dim, thoughtful, absent. He liked the change in his behavior. He was so much happier.

V reached for a glass with the rest of the golden liquid and drank his whiskey to the end. He set the glass on the bar and ran over its top edge with his long, pianist's fingers. Even his hands were beautiful. Jackson stared at his fingertips for a moment. He wondered if he would just as gently examine the edges of the body of a loved one. He never touched him like that. Their relationship boiled down to rough sex and conversations about Jungkooku. He didn't even know how it happened that he felt so attached to him. Perhaps the story of V and his problematic love for Jungkook reminded him of the story of his relationship. Now it seemed that V was on his way to find his happiness. Will he ever be happy again? In some wonderful way, will his and Bambam's paths unite again?

- Okay, sunshine. It's time for me. - V said, then looked at Jackson's face. - It was also thanks to you that I told Jungkook that I care about him, so if you want to talk... Call me. I will try to be your friend... - Saying this, he put his hand on the blond's.

He felt a lot of sympathy for him, but also indescribable gratitude for these night conversations and literally busting his balls to finally tell Jungkook how he felt about him. He has never felt as happy and as free as when Jungkook returned to his apartment and asked him to kiss him. At the mere mention of it, the corners of his mouth rose in a gentle smile. He looked into Jackson's warm brown eyes and the boy approached him and before V could react, he could feel the boy's lips on his. He hadn't kissed him many times before. Although he slept with him plenty of times, they were kissing maybe a few. V avoided kisses, had the impression that they conveyed too many feelings and emotions. Startled, he didn't flinch for a moment, letting Jackson's lips caress his. The blond lips were pleasantly warm and delicate. V instinctively returned the soft kiss, but none of them deepened it, letting their lips rub only slightly against each other. The kiss lasted only a few dozen seconds, after a while V moved away from him gently and looked into his eyes.

- Jackson... - He whispered. The blond man smiled and stroked his cheek.

- Relax, I just wanted to kiss you goodbye... - He replied without taking his eyes off him. - Jungkook is lucky. If he ever has doubts about it, send him to me, I will knock this stupid thoughts out of his head. - He added and winked at V.

- Thank you. - V said, he put on Jungkook's sweatshirt, which he put on before leaving, then looked at Jackson again. - Jackson... I was thinking about what you once told me... about your boyfriend. If he loved you, at least half as much as I love Jungkook... He wouldn't leave like that. He would not disappear without a word.

Jackson frowned and listened carefully to V's words. The vampire surprised him that he remembered the conversation at all. He thought that very little of what he was saying really got to him, but he remembered. Jackson felt a pang in his heart at the memory of Bambam's narrow eyes piercing him through and his wonderful smile. Sleeping with V helped him forget, but his feelings for his ex-lover were still alive.

- What do you mean? - He asked, feeling his throat involuntarily tighten.

- I thought maybe not everything is as it seems at first glance. Yoongi is great at tracking people. I will ask him to look at it. Maybe Bambam didn't stop loving you at all, maybe something stopped him... - He explained, then hugged Jackson tightly and kissed his cheek. - See you later, Jackson. I'll let you know if he finds something. - He said, then started to leave.

Jackson felt numb. What if V is right? If Bambam is found? If the boy still loves him? He smiled softly at the thought.

Suddenly, the sound of glass standing on the counter pulled him out of his thoughts, and from the corner of his eye he saw that someone had sat down in the place that V was occupying a moment ago. He instinctively looked at the intruder. An unknown boy appeared to his eyes. He was quite young, though certainly older than him, with dark hair that was brushed back and tied into a small pony. A strange smile played on his lips, which made him uneasy.

- Is this handsome guy who came out of here your man? - Asked the stranger.

Jackson hesitated for a moment. He did not know whether he should deny or tell the truth or confirm the man's guess. There was something so strange about him, however, that Jackson merely confirmed his guess with a nod.

- Eh, it's a shame. I was hoping that I could get his number from you... - He groaned disappointed. - He was really sexy... Lucky you.

- I know. - He replied briefly, then got up and without a word headed for the exit. Leaving the bar, he could still feel his eyes on him.

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