warnings: the usual. plus intense descriptions of panic, blood + blood drinking, but it gets better towards the end i promise. if there's typos, please let me know, i'll edit this tomorrow i'm posting this at 2am.

When vampires die, something happens.

The very thing holding them together melts away, a tough exterior holding in all of their organs and internal workings that don't actually work. It's a thin layer, a protective barrier that Jeongguk had never known was so important, that is, until he meant Taehyung.

Jeongguk had never known a lot of things before he met Taehyung.

He never knew that vampires weren't like the shitty chick flicks, all glitter on their skin and pale faces that brood over the same female lead with pretty brown hair and brown eyes.

He never knew that a person could be so understanding without really understanding at all, that if someone really tries they can help you feel better about any sort of pain, even if they've never felt that specific kind of pain themselves.

He never knew that someone perceived as dead could make him feel more alive than he's felt in his entire life, that someone who's not even viewed as a person could make him feel more normal, more human than anyone else ever had.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself when he came to this realization, but that was then.

And this is now.

And right now, in this moment, Jeongguk has learned more than he has since birth in a split second.

He now knows, that when vampires die, they erupt into blood, like a bucket of paint exploding all over an already made up canvas, ruining the pre-existing artwork and painting it red.

He now knows the amount of blood it takes to stain hard wood, a usually semi-impermeable surface that'll take any liquid and repel it, soaking it all up until it almost looks soggy, and all Jeongguk can do is stare, as the front of his shirt turns bright red, as he stares down at his hands and sees the same color, as he looks down at Taehyung and sees him drenched-

And then Jeongguk drops the shard of wood from his slippery fingers, and he now knows how silent a person's head can truly be, because Jeongguk doesn't hear a sound. Not even his own screams, not even his breathing as it speeds up and he sinks into a ball on the floor, and not even when Taehyung gets up from his spot and wraps blood stained arms around him.

Jeongguk isn't sure what's happening.

There's a pool of blood around his feet, and it soaks into his clothes. The legs of his pants, the front of his shirt. It covers his hands, and the ones curling over them, the bigger ones that envelop them whole. They're covered in blood too, everything a dark red, and Jeongguk feels like he's dreaming again. Like he isn't staring at his hands, at someone elses, but instead at the same red sky he fell backwards into, the sky that swallowed him.

Will is dead. Jeongguk killed him, no, murdered him, in the middle of his own house.

He faintly hears feet against wood, Taehyung getting up and a loud noise as he slams the door closed. The click of the lock following.

It was self defense, but Jeongguk's not thinking about that right now. His throat still burns, the outside of it sore and a light purple color. He faintly registers a face in front of his own, Taehyung's, soft brown eyes filled with worry, until he's pulled so his head rests on Taehyung's chest, and strong arms wrap around his back, cradle his head.

He wets the shirt in front of him with tears, but it doesn't matter. How could it, when the shirt is soaked in blood? How could it, when it sticks to his hair, matts up the bright colored silk and makes it red too. Jeongguk doesn't care about his hair.

Everything is red, red, all he can think about is the sheer amount of blood, the blood that had damn near exploded onto his face the moment the piece of wood had sunk into Will's heart-

Jeongguk did that. Jeongguk's hands controlled it, felt the give of his life under his fingertips. Saw the look on Taehyung's face as he did so, the shock and the fear for his own life, the fear for Jeongguk's.

He's trying to process, and he hears a voice. Only now does he feel the hand softly running through his hair, another gently tapping on the ridges of his spine. It feels so comforting, and he hiccups on a sob, tries to focus on how warm he feels inside rather than how cold the body against his is, or how hard it is to breathe with tears and fire clogging his throat.

"Jeongguk, oh my god, Jeongguk-"

It's like a ringing in his ears, but eventually he hears it clearly, Taehyung repeating his name over and over again and sounding like he's panicking himself, like the world is ending in his arms.

"T-tae-hyung-"

"Don't speak, okay?" Taehyung immediately stops him from talking, Jeongguk's voice ruined and coated in sadness, fear, "Just try to calm down, I'm right here. He's gone okay? He can't hurt you, he's gone. I'm right here, just breathe-"

Jeongguk tries to listen, he does, but everything builds up in his chest at once and escapes in the form of more cries, in the form of this broken noise that pains his throat to make, in the form of Taehyung's arms tightening around him and the blood that lies between the two of them.

His eyes follow the puddle, a huge mess of red that trails all the way along the floor, almost over to wear Yoongi lies, eyes closed-

"Yoongi," Jeongguk croaks, but he brings up a hand to wrap around Taehyung's back from their position on the floor, legs entangled and arms frantically holding, "Please help him, he could be hurt."

"Jeongguk, you're hysterical, you need to-"

"Please," He pulls back from his position to gaze up at Taehyung, eyes big and filled with water, cheeks wet and face red with spots of blood along his chin and nose, throat bruised, and Taehyung's heart cracks, "I'm begging you, please."

"Okay." Taehyung says firmly, and unthreads the hand in his hair, and gently wipes a spot of blood off of Jeongguk's cheek. He catches a tear with it, and immediately goes back to wipe off a few more, doing all he can to soothe him, "Everything's gonna be okay. I'll feed him my blood and he'll heal, and then I'll give you some for those bruises."

"I don't want it," Jeongguk shakes his head rapidly, voice breaking around a cry, "I don't deserve it, I'm a murderer."

Taehyung's heart breaks again, and he watches as Jeongguk cries even harder, biting down on his lip in an attempt to hold the sobs back, so hard that when he lets go Taehyung sees a faint indent of where his teeth pressed.

"Don't you dare say that. You did what you had to, he would've killed us all in a heartbeat-"

"That doesn't make it okay," he sobs, and Taehyung looks at him sadly for a moment, before he brings his head back into his chest and holds him. He feels Jeongguk's body shake against him, and he doesn't know what to say, how to tell Jeongguk that it's not his fault.

Jeongguk leans into the embrace, holds Taehyung back with trembling arms, before suddenly pushing at his chest, shoving him away, "No, no, I'm fine, please go help my brother."

Taehyung carefully catches his hands in his own, but doesn't look down at them, not at the blood on the outsides, not at the blood that soaks into his shoes and he feels drying against the skin of his neck, "I'll help him, but then I'm helping you."

Jeongguk starts to protest, mouth opening, but Taehyung plants two palms on the sides of his face, and wipes the tears away again, shutting his mouth. He slowly stands up, but he still holds Jeongguk, and feels a slight amount of remorse when he realizes he left bloodied handprints in his wake, but it dissolves when he realizes Jeongguk's waiting for him to say something, "I'm helping you, okay?"

Another sob escapes his mouth, and his throat fucking burns, but he whispers out, "Okay," and manages to not feel like he's dying when Taehyung's hands pull away, and he rushes over to Yoongi.

He watches, not fully aware of what he's seeing as Taehyung sinks onto the floor, and gets a hand behind Yoongi's head, carefully raising him to rest on his knee. Immediately, he bites his wrist as Jeongguk had seen once before, and places it on Yoongi's mouth.

There's a moment, when Jeongguk's mind descends into madness as he watches, while nothing happens. Yoongi doesn't move, Taehyung doesn't make a sound. The only sign of life in the room is the blood as it creeps steadily across the wood, inches it's way towards Yoongi and Taehyung, towards Jeongguk, and that's the most dead thing present.

Even more dead than Will. In fact, it is Will.

Jeongguk's covered in Will.

It's about ten seconds after Yoongi's mouth opens and attaches to Taehyung's wrist, beginning to drink, that Jeongguk really realizes what happened.

He killed somebody. He did it, with his own hands that he warily looks down at, the hands that tremble like leaves in the wind and turn even redder as the blood seeps into his palms. The stake sits a few feet away from him, on the ground, and Jeongguk starts backing away from it in horror, hands in the puddle of blood as he crawls across the floor, pushing himself as far away from it as he can.

Before he notices it he's started crying again, this time harder, and he's hyperventilating, brain dying from the inside out as it shuts down, as the only thing he feels is the back and forth of his lungs, is the ghost of hands around his throat, tightening until he can't hyperventilate, all he can do is stare, and gasp for air.

Taehyung seems to notice his panic, and glances over his shoulder, still feeding Yoongi as he yells out, "Hold on Jeongguk, hang in there I'm almost there, it's gonna be okay, I promise you everything's okay, you're safe now-"

Jeongguk doesn't care that he's safe. His own hands come up to touch along his throat, feel the purple and the bruises that lie there, and it hurts so bad. He's not sure how he got here, how any of this happened, but all can focus on his how narrow his throat feels and how hot his chest is, burning with nerves and burning goosebumps into his skin.

Choking on a mouthful of air, he starts to loose himself completely, vision defocusing and the blood on his hands slowly drying.

Until in a flash of cold air, there's a face in front of his again, and it's Taehyung.

Taehyung carefully kneels down in front of him, skin on his wrist healing slowly, movements frantic.

His eyes are brown, and warm.

His hands are cold and big as they wrap around Jeongguk's face gently, and hold him steady. There's a moment where Taehyung just stares at him, eyes big as he stares at Jeongguk's own panicked ones, the ones that can't even seem to look at him properly because he's just so out of it.

And then he seems to snap out of it, the surprise dialing back, and he carefully lowers his own head, and touches Jeongguk's forehead to his own.

Jeongguk isn't breathing.

He wasn't before, but there's a large difference. Before he could feel his lungs constricting as they begged for oxygen, burning from the insides and making him feel like he was dying. Like there was no air in the world left for him, everything blank space, useless.

Now, he doesn't try. His desperate lungs come to an abrupt standstill, resting against the careful beat of his heart. The skin that presses against his own is cold, but soft, and it wakes him up, allows him to see. Taehyung's so close to him, eyelashes against his brow bones as he peers up and looks at Jeongguk, torso draped over his own from where Jeongguk sits back on the ground.

Jeongguk can see it now, something on his lash line. Maybe a tear, but it looks darker somehow. They must've never fully disappeared, stayed permanently where they were, engraved into Taehyung's brown eyes. The slope of his nose is everywhere, the curve of his upper lip that catches Jeongguk's eyes.

And then Taehyung speaks, "Jeongguk, breathe with me okay?"

And then the tear falls, landing directly onto Jeongguk's right cheekbone, and a thumb moves over the spot gently, brushes it away. Leaves a red spot in it's path, because it was a drop of blood that just fell, and not water. Any other time Jeongguk would be shocked that vampires cry blood, but he can't think.

The air comes back. It touches Jeongguk's core, revives him from the torment. His lungs stutter, pleading for more, but he takes it slow, inhales as he watches Taehyung's chest do the same, rise carefully.

It falls, and Jeongguk follows.

"Just listen to my voice, everything'll be alright."

It will. Everything'll be okay. The head pressing against his. His brother a few feet away from them. The blood on his hands.

"In," Jeongguk breathes, "and out," he lets it go.

A weight seemingly lifts off of his chest, everything clears a bit. More drops hit his skin, not sure who they belong to. Blood or water. They're wiped away quickly, soft and sweet. They mix with the red on the floor.

"In," he fills his lungs to the brim, and he reaches out. His hand touches one of the ones gripping his face, and holds it gently. The other hand grapples to rest on Taehyung's shoulder, but then one side of the cold embrace leaves his face feeling impossibly colder, and the hand that was just there instead fits into his own. Fingers connected at the knuckle, suspended in the air, fitted together carefully, red between. Hands holding one another, warm but not hot, just warm in a different way, "and out."

Jeongguk grips tighter until his knuckles are white, at least one place devoid of blood, and screws his eyes shut. He can feel Taehyung looking at him from so close, but he doesn't want to see anything right now, just wants to feel. He can't feel the red, or the things he's done, he can only feel Taehyung, the words he speaks, "In," the way his hand is the perfect size for his own, the air that escapes against his lips every time Taehyung exhales, the air Taehyung must feel against his when Jeongguk does the same, "and out."

And nothing's really okay, but for Jeongguk, it's starting to feel like it is. Like the burn in his throat isn't really there, is just some distant memory, something he dreamed up one night like the times he thought of Taehyung.

"In," and the words blur together, "out," and become this jumbled mess, but it's a beautiful mess, "In," one that doesn't remind him of the now cold terror that covers the floor, "out," one that makes him feel at peace with his own mess, the one within himself he can never seem to figure out, "In," but in this moment, "and out," that's okay.

"It's okay, you're okay," Taehyung says, voice sounding a little bit like tears, and no longer instructing Jeongguk's breathing. Jeongguk's doing that all by himself, but he's not sure when that happened, just that it did, and that it's okay.

Taehyung slowly backs away, and Jeongguk's forehead feels bare, so he opens his eyes. The vampire's face is red, slightly wet and forehead wrinkled, because he's sad. Jeongguk isn't freaking out anymore, but he's sad too, and his chest feels hollow when he sees some of the blood again, when his throat starts to ache again.

When his bottom lip shakes, Taehyung lets go of his hand, and face, and pulls him into his body, a careful, "Come here," spoken out, before he brings Jeongguk there, hands soft and body softer.

Jeongguk lets himself be held. His legs spread out, fall over where Taehyung kneels, body curled into his. He should be alarmed, but he's too busy crying, throat growing raw, and sobs pressed into Taehyung's shirt, a part that isn't red. A part that's Jeongguk's.

The hands come back, the one with the previous bite wound coming up to cradle the back of Jeongguk's head, weaving into his hair and rubbing tender circles into his scalp. The touch is calming, so nice that it makes Jeongguk's body warm, making up for the cold that touches his exterior, dialing back the burning that made him panic.

And then the other one gently taps his cheek, urges his face out of Taehyung's shoulder, nothing but careful, nothing short of it either. Jeongguk gives, goes with it, lifts his head up a bit so it's parallel with Taehyung's neck, and smells the saltwater of his hair, the oranges of his own terror.

"You need to drink my blood."

The burning comes back, and Jeongguk shifts, leaning so he can look into Taehyung's eyes, "No, no, I told you earlier, I can't, I don't want it-"

"Listen to me," Taehyung's eyes are serious, deadly, and the hand in his hair stills, the one against his cheek erasing a tear the exact moment it drops, "you're not a murderer."

Jeongguk goes to look away, chin shaking violently and eyes trying to close shut over the fog of holding them open, "Jeongguk."

Fingers curl under his chin, hold it closed so it can't shake anymore, and pull him back so they can look at each other again. He blinks back the tears so he can see Taehyung clearly, and it's one of the most honest looks he's ever been given by a person. It steals the air back from his lungs again, this time something other than panic.

"You're not a murderer. You saved me, and you saved Yoongi. You saved yourself. If you hadn't done what you did, we'd all be dead. Every single one of us, you get that?"

Jeongguk's mouth falls open, but the fingers press back again, ease it closed.

"Do you hear me? You're not a murderer. You're the furthest possible thing."

Jeongguk tries to register at all, but the blood covering him feels sticky, but the hand on his chin feels warm from the inside, cold from the outside. But he's so confused, but he's scared.

But he also hears Taehyung.

"That guy? He was a murderer. A terrible person. You did what anyone would've done, you did the right thing. You saved your brother, and you saved," he pauses hesitantly, and bites down on his lip gently, and Jeongguk notices his fangs are gone, "you saved a friend."

Something warmer comes with that word. He wasn't sure what he would call Taehyung, other than just Taehyung, but they haven't known each other long, and Jeongguk has trouble making friends. He likes the way Taehyung's hands feel holding him. He likes the way his voice sounds, the way he talks. He likes the thought of having someone like Taehyung call him his friend, someone close to him.

He likes the thought of someone like Taehyung, who's saving him right now, tell him he's the one  who's done the saving. Tell him he thinks so highly of him. It makes Jeongguk feel like he's something good, like the blood on the ground isn't something he'd done, but something that had been done to him.

"You've saved me twice, actually," Taehyung continues, voice filled with sadness, but also truth, "and I can never thank you enough for that. Thank you, Jeongguk. I don't know how I can ever repay you, but I can start with this. You deserve the world, but this is all I can give you, so please," and now it's desperate, "take it. Please let me save you."

Jeongguk isn't sure what to say, but he knows Taehyung means every word, and it really hits him. The weight of it all, everything that just happened but also everything that he now thinks, because Taehyung's right, about some of it at least.

He feels disgust grip his heart whenever he catches sight of the blood, but the thought of his own no longer makes him feel dirty, the thought of Taehyung's, Taehyung's in his system, Taehyung's making him feel better, healing him everywhere, doesn't make him feel guilty anymore.

And there's so much he wants to say, but instead, he murmurs, "Okay," making sure to stare right into Taehyung's eyes as he does it. Holds his chin still without the guidance of the finger. Gulps, swallowing his own saliva and emptying his mouth for what's to come. The feeling that comes with it, the panic that runs down his back and escapes out onto the floor, gets replaced by some sick form of excitement. Because Yoongi's still on the floor, but he's okay now. Because he's a murderer, but he also saved them all.

Because he feels like he deserves it.

"Okay," Taehyung responds, eyes slightly surprised, but also focused-

And then his wrist is on his mouth, and he bites down.

Jeongguk smells it, the sand between his toes, the salt in his hair. Water as it runs down your back, fruit juice as it sticks to your fingers and sugar that melts on your tongue. Green-blue water, something pretty, something where there's no blood.

Even though it is blood.

But that's not what Jeongguk's mind says, it's just the truth. For once, Jeongguk doesn't think about the truth, he just lets himself go, and Taehyung bites down a little harder, and the first drop of blood slips from his wrist, falls onto Jeongguk's shirt from how close they are. From where he looks up at him, sitting in his lap in the least intimate way someone can, in the most comforting way.

"Go slow, alright?" Jeongguk snaps out of it, has to swallow his saliva again while he meet's Taehyung's eyes. "You need to rest, but first you need to heal, and vampire blood can be overwhelming so just, take it slow."

Jeongguk looks at the blood as Taehyung turns his wrist outwards, near Jeongguk's face. Swallows again. "Okay, yeah, slow. I promise, trust me."

And he thinks Taehyung does trust him, because he simply nods, and then brings his hand closer.

It gets stronger every second. The feeling Jeongguk felt the last time, only worse, only more amazing, because this time Jeongguk knows what to expect. What to anticipate.

So when Taehyung's wrist reaches the outline of his lips, he curls a hand around the back of it, and pulls, until his mouth is pressed against Taehyung's skin, and something cool fills his mouth, something sweet.

It all goes away.

The panic, the pain. His throat isn't even there to hurt, Will was never there to die, he isn't there. There's only the blood in his mouth, the blood as it sinks into his stomach and explodes, licks up the edges of his insides and paints them a pretty yellow, or maybe an orange, or maybe it's just the sunset.

It's about three seconds, of his lips on his skin, of the oranges in his mouth, when his mind turns orange too, and his head drops to the side. It was too much effort to keep it upright. He didn't have the energy anymore, all of it focuses unto something else, the something his forehead now presses into the collarbone of.

Taehyung.

It's all him, everything.

Jeongguk's hand grips at the back of Taehyung's wrist, pulls it further onto his mouth. Sucks harder. Feels it more. Taehyung's collarbone pokes into the top of his head, but it's good, because the hand in his hair is back, and it massages his scalp while he goes swimming. In this beautiful water, sparkling as it covers him, everything warm on his legs and cold in his mouth, tasting fruit in the middle of the summer.

And then, he moves his head up, eyes closed, envisioning everything pretty and orange on this earth as he starts to hike himself up in Taehyung's lap, use the hand that doesn't firmly keep Taehyung's own to his mouth to grab onto Taehyung's shoulder. Feel the T-shirt underneath his fingers, slowly trail one up to touch the bare skin of his neck. End up cupping the side of his jaw, holding it firm while Taehyung whispers, "You're doing amazing, slow, exactly."

Jeongguk's body gets more wound up by the second, scooting ever further into Taehyung. His cheek is against Taehyung's collarbone now, a firm line pressing into the side of his face, but he pants into the edge of Taehyung's neck, breath heavy, tongue heavier as it drinks.

At one point, Taehyung's hand escapes Jeongguk's hair to hold him stable, arm curling around the small of his back, and Jeongguk's back arches at the touch, starting to drink faster. The ocean begins to feel like everything he's ever wanted, color exploding across the sand, no one else there.

Everything quiet.

But Taehyung's there. He's everywhere, against Jeongguk's hand, his face, his legs, his torso, inside of him, and that sounds like more than it is, but it's not. Jeongguk just feels it in the pit of his chest, feels an intensity that he's never felt before, and he wants to feel more of it, needs to-

Taehyung slowly pulls his wrist back, and Jeongguk's eyes open-

Right.

Carefully, regretfully, he pulls back his lips, his tongue, and backs away from Taehyung's hand, but keeps it relatively close to his face. He looks up and sees Taehyung closer than he's ever been before, face watching Jeongguk and gauging him carefully as he catches his breath, air catching in the crook of Taehyung's shoulder.

"That's it, you did so good. Did perfect, just relax, everything's okay now. I'm here, it's all okay," his voice meets Jeongguk's ears, the first sound he's heard in what feels like hours, but it hasn't been, only a minute while Jeongguk lost himself. It's right now when Jeongguk decides that even the ocean doesn't compare to Taehyung.

And it's an inch away from his face, so he's hardly conscious when he stares into Taehyung's eyes, inches forward, face trailing against that collarbone, and licks the leftover blood of Taehyung's wrist. More sugar, just enough for Jeongguk to feel like smiling, if it weren't for the blood on his clothes, if it weren't from the fear he just got a temporary escape from.

And just for a moment, he sees it. That intensity he felt a moment before, but now it's in Taehyung's eyes as they watch him, a fleeting moment where he looks at Jeongguk the way Jeongguk feels right now, darkens a tad, and Jeongguk's stomach drops, along with the hand the was holding Taehyung's face, fingers sliding slowly down his neck again before dropping between their legs.

But then it goes away, and Taehyung retracts his hand, holds it higher up Jeongguk's back and pulls him closer, and a hand returns to his hair again, and Jeongguk feels warm and fuzzy, but some other things come back too.

"Shhh, come here," he eases Jeongguk's face back to press into his shoulder, and Jeongguk closes his eyes, and just shuts it all out for a moment. He let's Taehyung calm him down in a more natural way, lets the feelings the blood brought slowly disappear, instead a sense of normalcy returning.

The blood on the floor. Yoongi. The blood on them.

And then Taehyung talks.

"I know what you're thinking."

Jeongguk stays quiet. One arm at his side, brushing against Taehyung's leg, the other slung over Taehyung's arm.

Jeongguk doesn't know what he's thinking. He needs to get up, but he's so exhausted he can hardly move. He feels gross, like he needs to clean up, and his eyelids are still bright orange, but he doesn't want to move. What is he gonna tell Yoongi, they should move Yoongi to the couch, he can't move-

"I can stay awhile. I don't have to leave until dawn, I can," he stops himself for a second, and Jeongguk can hear his throat click as he swallows in his ear, "I can stay. And help you clean your house, and make sure you and Yoongi are safe for the rest of the night."

Jeongguk feels like he could cry again, because he really doesn't have to do that. Because he wants him to, but that doesn't mean Taehyung needs to.

"Would that be okay?"

"Yes, please," Jeongguk pushes into Taehyung's shirt, and then Taehyung pulls him even closer, if possible.

"Okay."

They're silent for a moment, and Jeongguk feels like he could fall asleep. He's scared what would happen if he closed his eyes, who could hurt them, but the arms around him make him feel better about the world. Like even if someone tried, he'd be okay anyways.

And so he doesn't panic. He feels guilt, he thinks of Will and the blood and everything feels hollow, but maybe he'll be okay. Maybe he's safe, maybe Yoongi is too.

"You can sleep if you want to."

"Right here?" Jeongguk croaks, because Taehyung's kneeling on the hardwood floor with Jeongguk draped over his lap, both of them bloodstained.

"Yeah, it's okay. I can wake you up in a few hours so you can get cleaned up. You need to sleep for now though, I can feel you drifting off."

Jeongguk wraps both arms around Taehyung now, nuzzling further into his chest. He's not sure what feels too intimate right now, but he doesn't care, and he thinks there are more pressing issues.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm sure. Just close your eyes, and I'm right here. I won't let anything hurt you."

Jeongguk's chest feels weak again.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Jeongguk believes him. He's not sure why, but he does, and he likes it when a hand begins trailing up and down his back, makes him feel even safer, even sleepier.

He's worried about Yoongi. He's terrified. His brain thinks of blood, of the things he's done, the things he can't undo, the people he's hurt.

But yet, when he's drifting off in Taehyung's arms, all he can manage to contemplate is the way his throat no longer burns with the indent of fingertips, and how the ocean and oranges taste even nicer than they smell.

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happy late hoseok day! i love you more than words can describe. you're an angel.

*has flashbacks to free*
also, this is my favorite chapter so far! (and it's not cause the blood drinking scene shut up neeto), i just sort of like the trust dynamic and i'm a whore for hurt/comfort, and writing depictions of panic. literally my jam. the words just be flowing. so enjoy i guess even tho this is sort of rushed.

also hey! i almost totally forgot while writing this, but vampires cry blood! if you read the first version i totally forgot and made taehyung shed a tear, but basically: he's crying blood. cool.