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forevercloudnine · 3 years

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new 52 scarebat ship meme

(I had @heroes-etc give me more questions, but for scarebat this time, since we talk about it 24/7 but I never post about it. These are from this ship meme.)

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

There’s only one feature of Bruce’s appearance that’s scarier when he’s not wearing the batsuit, and that’s his creepy blue eyes. Especially the way Greg Capullo draws them where they’re sickly pale and have ridiculously constricted pupils.

So his eyes would definitely be in the running for Jonathan’s favorite feature, even if seeing them would require Bruce’s mask to be off, which is something New 52 Scarecrow explicitly avoids. Yes, that character trait only exists to justify why Batman’s identity is still secret after Scarecrow mind controls and subsequently institutionalizes him in “Gothtopia,” but I think it’s interesting so I’m going to pretend it’s not shoe-horned in there for meta reasons.

Actually having to see Bruce without the cowl on would definitely permanently break the illusion of Batman as a nightmarish inhuman bat demon, which I’m sure is a large part of the appeal for anyone as obsessed with fear as Jonathan Crane. But Bruce’s creepy eyes would be a serious consolation prize.

Bruce’s favorite of Jonathan’s physical features is rough, because Jonathan is famously not great re: physical features. I’m going to say his mouth, because a) that’s where the snark comes from, and b) the New 52 establishes that in one of their earlier encounters, Jonathan had sewn his own mouth shut, so it’s one of those things where a bad first impression turned positive later on leads to more fondness than if you’d made a good impression in the first place.

I just looked up the panel where he does it and I DID forget how incredibly gross his lips look here, which makes the fact that I have chosen it as Bruce’s feature seem really funny in retrospect. But I do think that seeing Jonathan’s mouth healed and unmutilated would be a reassuring reminder of how he’s stabilized since their first encounter, at least to the point that he isn’t hurting himself anymore. Also, Bruce buys him a lot of chapstick.

Bonus alternate answer that did not make it into the Google Doc:

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Bruce and Jonathan are both pretty competent deceivers in the New 52; Bruce always, Jonathan depending on how the writer is feeling (though you could argue that Bruce just has a stronger grip on reality, while Jonathan’s skill at obfuscation varies with how lucid he is).

...I was going to use Detective Comics #23.3 as an example of Jonathan being a good liar, but actually upon re-reading I’m realizing that only 1/4 rogues buy his attempt at manipulation. So maybe he’s considerably worse at hiding his intentions than he thinks he is. Regardless, he doesn’t ever attempt to disguise his obsession with Batman.

Whether or not he’d express romantic feelings or try to hide them is debatable. There’s no Masters of Fear equivalent in the New 52 establishing that he was ever mocked or punished for expressing romantic feelings for someone, though there is a flashback panel in his origin emphasizing that he was always lonely in this regard (and coincidentally doesn’t specify that his interest is in women, which is fun).

In Green Lanterns #17 he has some internal monologue about how fear is his romance and he needs Batman to feel it, but it is an INTERNAL monologue, so it’s not clear if this is something he would express to Bruce or keep to himself. Or if he’s even fully processed it himself, given how incredibly out of it he is in this comic. Most of his spoken lines are just kind of screaming incoherently. Bruce gets pretty snippy with a Green Lantern at the end of the issue for suggesting that Jonathan should be punished for his crimes as if he were in control of his actions.

Bruce is a similarly complicated answer, since for all his deceptions and shadowy mystery he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to romance. It’s just that his heart doesn’t express or process emotions the same way as anyone around him, which can create conflict. His (seriously underrated) love interest during Scarecrow’s origin arc, Natalya, spent most of her time dating him thinking that he didn’t care about her for this reason. He was trying to express that he loved her, but he mostly did so through complimenting her skills, which she never took as serious declarations of affection because he wasn’t being straightforward and she was insecure.

Jonathan does not himself seem like someone who would be especially secure in the idea of another person having romantic feelings towards him, so I assume that while Bruce might THINK he’s being open with any romantic feelings he develops, he would in reality just be really confusing.

13. How do they react to being away from each other?

I actually think that in general, Jonathan is one of the few people who would have no issue dealing with Bruce’s tendency to unexpectedly go AWOL for long periods of time, given that he himself has a tendency to fixate on his work to the exclusion of everything else.

But New 52 Jonathan specifically probably has pretty serious abandonment issues due to his father putting him in “the pit” and dying before he could take him out, meaning that Jonathan was waiting for his dad to come back for him for God knows how long, until Jonathan Sr.’s employers finally sent the police to investigate.

So while in general I think he wouldn’t be very clingy, any impression that Bruce had died or otherwise wasn’t coming back for him would probably be incredibly triggering. If Bruce could assuage this reaction by occasionally sending updates that at least indicated he was still alive, then I doubt Jonathan would have any problems with his absence.

(@heroes-etc: bruce sending like a checkmark emoji once a day. jonathan hears his phone ping, looks at the screen, and goes hm. good. and doesnt respond.)

Bruce meanwhile has no problem ditching literally any love interest at any time if something crime-related comes up, unless he’s considering quitting the cowl for them (as Joker probably accurately fears will happen with Catwoman in Prelude to the Wedding). But I don’t think he’d stop being Batman for Scarecrow, nor would Jonathan ever want him to — he’s interested in Batman, not necessarily Bruce Wayne.

But even though Bruce wouldn’t have an emotional problem with distance, I think he would get similarly paranoid if they went too long without contact, though for different reasons than Jonathan. Unlike some other villains (*cough* Joker and Riddler), Scarecrow has machinations that don’t require getting Batman’s attention, so if he decided to continue with his less legal experiments, he would not feel compelled to get Bruce involved. While the “World’s Greatest Detective” would probably not have an issue keeping an eye on Jonathan while he’s in Gotham, he’s considerably less capable of that in space. And Jonathan is definitely a rogue he would be obsessed with keeping an eye on, even if he reformed.

Batman & Robin Eternal established that Dick’s first supervillain conflict AND first mission leaving the country was chasing Scarecrow across the world for an entire summer, which is kind of insane considering how early it was in Batman’s career. Like, he did not have an army of children to watch Gotham for him while he was gone. He had one child, and he took that child WITH him. He left Gotham undefended for months, JUST to catch Scarecrow. Sooo that in of itself implies he wouldn’t be great at keeping his distance.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Well, Jonathan occasionally sees Bruce as a giant bat demon, so yes.

Outside of that very obvious differing view, Jonathan in general sees himself and the rest of the rogue gallery as more vital to Batman’s identity than Bruce considers them; the extent to which he’s right varies depending on your interpretation of Bruce’s character, but it’s definitely not something Bruce would ever consciously think or say.

This is related to something that’s definitely a misconception of his, though, which is that the majority of Batman’s job revolves around supervillains like him. In Kings of Fear, when Jonathan blackmails Bruce into letting him come on patrol with him (which is a whole thing in of itself), he’s shocked at how boring most of Batman’s work is. Which probably goes along hand in hand with sometimes seeing Bruce as an almost mythologically inhuman figure.

In his defense, it’s not like he has a lot of context for what the minutiae of Batman’s job is like. He’s either fighting Batman, hiding from Batman, or imprisoned by Batman in Arkham, a place where everyone else also spends all their time fighting or hiding from Batman. Which would really skew your perspective.

Interestingly, Bruce and Jonathan are both people who pride themselves on being extremely self-aware. Both of them probably inaccurately. You can rant about how you have a perfect understanding of your troubled mental state all day long, but if you’re still dressing up like a monster at night to indulge the power fantasies you created as a traumatized child by scaring the hell out of people, there’s probably a level of self-realization you haven’t gotten to yet.

Bruce however is at least self-aware enough to regularly be able to analyze his way out of fear toxin induced hallucinations, which Jonathan is unable to do — when he’s not depicted as having become immune to his fear toxin due to overexposure (as he is in Green Lanterns #17), he can be defeated with the same formulas that Batman regularly manages to resist (like his honestly embarrassing breakdown in Nightwing #50).

Which ties into the difference between how he sees himself and how Bruce sees him: Jonathan obviously visualizes himself as a “master” of fear. He actually has the same internal monologue about fear and trauma that Bruce does in Batman: The Dark Knight #13: “Make it your own... run to what you fear... stare it in the eye... until it whimpers and backs down.” But Bruce doesn’t see Scarecrow as conquering his fear; he sees him as addicted to it, to the point of his own detriment.

Which is interesting, because Jonathan clearly sees his Scarecrow persona as a way to regain control after being victimized by his father’s fear experiments throughout his childhood. I guess Bruce’s perspective would be that Jonathan’s father instead got him addicted to fear as a child, so his attempts at agency as Scarecrow are just a) reliving his trauma over and over and b) compulsively inflicting his own trauma on others. There’s probably some truth to that, even if overall it’s probably an oversimplification (and coincidentally pretty much EXACTLY what Riddler argues Bruce is doing by “funding” Batman in Batman Annual #4, so there’s that).

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

The obvious answer here is yes, because Jonathan is a supervillain with no regard for human life while Bruce is a superhero who has dedicated his life to protecting people. So presumably one or both of them would have to make serious compromises to be together. HOWEVER. Scarecrow’s primary motivation is to research, understand and inflict fear, while Batman’s modus operandi is making his enemies afraid of him. So despite their contradiction in morals, they’re uniquely positioned to advance each other’s goals, were they to ever join forces.

Bruce never has a problem using fear toxin on Scarecrow, presumably partially out of an “eye for an eye” sense of poetic justice, but also because Batman is practical and it’s a nonlethal weapon that’s always available to him while fighting Scarecrow. If he could have fear toxin customized for his own use, it’s hard to imagine him being unwilling to use it. In Gothtopia he actually advocates for using what’s leftover from Crane’s new formula on all the inmates at Arkham, which seems about as insanely morally ambiguous as it gets. Arguably, putting fear toxin in his smoke bombs would be considerably less wrong than drugging mental patients out of their mind when they’re supposed to be receiving therapy (this is also the issue where he illegally releases Poison Ivy because she did him a favor, which is both morally questionable and relevant to the current topic).

Jonathan obviously already thinks Batman is the most interesting possible case study in fear; it’s why he keeps coming back to Bruce and Gotham despite being one of the more independent villains in Batman’s rogue gallery in the New 52. So though he would have to give up actively kidnapping people (which would be a huge sacrifice, I’m sure), teaming up with Bruce would give him unrestricted access to his favorite test subject. Unfortunately, it seems very possible that he would fall back to old tricks if he ever felt that he’d gotten everything he could out of a partnership with Bruce. Fortunately, that would probably take a VERY long time.

#scarebat #jonathan crane #scarecrow #bruce wayne #batman #ship meme #every day i think about the parallels between bruce and jonathan's childhoods that were set up by their new 52 origins #well. not every day #pretty goddamn regularly #i used to absolutely despise the new 52 scarecrow origin + characterization #but scarebat redeemed it for me

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softjeon · 5 years

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Love Bite | Pt. 5

• Pairing: Vampire!Namjoon x Jimin • Genre: Angst / Smut | Vampire!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 10k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue | AO3 • Disclaimer: blood, abuse, (sexual) violence, mindcontrol, mentioning of death

↳ “You’re right. I was lying. I didn’t want to scare you. But I guess there’s not much to do now, right? I’ll tell you the truth,” Namjoon spoke softly, the grip around Jimin’s wrists loosened a little but not enough to free himself, “…because you deserve it, because I pull you into a lot of shit right now just by being here. I am a vampire, Jimin.”

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The way back to Jimin‘s apartment seemed so short that Namjoon could barely remember anything about how he had been sent back. He hadn‘t even been afraid of the rogues, too caught up in his thoughts, panicking over how Hoseok might visit Jimin simply out of curiosity and take a liking in him. Because if he did Jimin wouldn‘t stand a chance. No one could withstand Hoseok's talent for hypnosis. And it was not just that, as soon as Jimin would get a first taste of what feeding-induced ecstasy felt like he might not even want it to end. He might be content with being Hoseok's toy, warming his bed, his body. Moaning Hoseok‘s name as beautifully as he had done it with Namjoon‘s.

“Shit!“ Namjoon cursed under his breath, using some old, sumeric curse words that he rarely used but right now they were fitting, he felt utterly, desperately fucked!

Tonight, he skipped the turning-into-a-bat-part and instead just opted for the stairs. He had bigger problems right now than somebody seeing him visiting his employee late at night. Because if he didn‘t figure out what to do in less than seven days his job or his reputation might not even exist anymore, so why worrying about it right now?

Jimin had fallen asleep a little while after Namjoon had left. He had heard the door close and couldn’t help but purse his lips into a pout, feeling like he had done something wrong. Curling in on himself, he wasn’t even stirring when Namjoon came back into his apartment as quietly as possible to not wake the younger (as soon as he realized there was no one else around).

Jimin still could feel the cold settling in next to him, making him blink his eyes open tiredly but when he saw that it was Namjoon he instantly wrapped his arm around him, keeping him from moving away, sharing his own warmth with him, despite him being afraid before. “I’m sorry,” Jimin mumbled into the vampire’s chest, still feeling guilty for not trusting Namjoon enough. “I know you promised you won’t bite me,” He looked up at Namjoon, their faces only inches apart, “You just sometimes....still scare me.” Jimin bit his lip, averting his gaze a little, “You’re so human...I simply forget that...that you’re a vampire from time to time. I am sorry.”

It hurt, hearing from Jimin what Hoseok had told him already about an hour ago: that he was too human. It didn’t even help that Jimin meant it in a positive way because it still proved one simple fact: he wasn’t acting like he was supposed to. Hell, he wasn’t even who he was supposed to. He was a predator, a creature of night, someone not bound by morals or fears or guilt or anything else that kept humans tied down and caught up in their own little heads. He could have shed all this like an old skin the moment he turned immortal, just like most of his brothers and sisters did. But he just… he couldn’t let it go. Compassion and empathy were webbed so deeply into his very being that he hadn’t manage to rip it out of him. He tried, god, he had tried so many times before... but in the end, it still came down to this; him being torn between his duties and his emotions, between rationality and his heart.

Jimin was cuddling up to him instantly and Namjoon just stared at him while the warmth was seeping back into his bones. Jimin looked so beautiful like this. So soft. So trusting. Unexpecting. He could do it right now and get it over with. Bite him harshly enough that his skin would bear a mark and he was “owned” for everyone else to see. But how cruel would it be, to break Jimin's skin together with his trust right after he had apologized for being scared, for flinching rightfully away from him when Namjoon had crossed his boundaries. Inside he was screaming, yelling, trying to break his own confinements. But on the outside, he was completely still, breath calm, eyes fixed on Jimin. He only had one week to decide on this. And three options to choose from.

One, he could abandon Jimin. He could throw him out of the company, make sure his rental contract was terminated and send him back to the country, far far away from this. But this felt wrong to him in so many ways that it wouldn’t feel like protecting Jimin. His own longing for the human aside it would rob Jimin of everything he had left. He knew that the youngers parents had died and that he had fled the countryside to not be reminded of them in his hometown all the time. With no job and no apartment, he would have to go back there. So not only would he ruin the younger financially he would also break his heart in several, hurtful ways. Especially because Jimin had done nothing wrong. He had done his work perfectly, he had helped Namjoon, cared for him, let him in. What kind of rewards would it be to be stripped from anything Jimin had left in return? But just getting Jimin out of the company wouldn’t help. Hoseok would come after him. He might still do it even after Jimin moved back. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t safe.

For Jimin to be safe he would have to bite him. But the younger had explicitly stated that he didn’t want that. The last time was just a few minutes ago. So, it was either trying to persuade him and lose his trust and possible support and also his own face - or doing it against Jimin’s will. Which he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it to random strangers so how should he be able to do it to the one human he actually cared for? Jimin would fight him if he tried to bit him, he was sure of that. So, he would have to physically overpower him, hold him down and then hurt him to do it. He... he just couldn't do that.

Which left him with another option. A cruel one. Or a gentle way out, however you wanted to see it. Jimin’s breath fanned against his skin, calm and regular. So Namjoon dared to trace Jimin’s features for a second, barely there, fleeting touch just to remind himself of the youngers softness. Life was pain, that much he knew. And being involved with vampires beared the risk of even more pain. There were horrible things just lurking to catch up with Jimin. The rogues, the other vampires if they would get to know that there was a human who knew about them but hadn’t been claimed (those humans were easy targets because you didn’t have to do the whole ‘will my hypnotizing abilities be strong enough to keep the human from freaking out or will I need to kill him on the spot and risk getting reprimanded by Hoseok’ shenanigans) - and last but definitely not least, the vampire king himself. He knew that Hoseok was very much capable of killing Jimin in the most cruel, most melodramatic way possible just to get back at him and to ‘make a point’. So, in a way it would actually mean doing Jimin a favor if... if he just...

Carefully Namjoon placed his hand in Jimin’s neck, right were the spine was weakest. Jimin wouldn’t even feel it. Just a little snap, the tiny little second that it would take for the bones to break, for his nerves to be cut. Jimin just wouldn't wake up anymore. No pain, no suffering, just eternal sleep. He could hold him until his body would grow cold. Postmortem Rigidity wasn’t a nice thing. But Jimin deserved at least that much, to be cared for in death if Namjoon couldn’t protect him in life. The vampires fingers trembled as he put a little more pressure on Jimin’s neck. The human reacted instantly, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Jimin drew closer to him, his head coming to rest at Namjoons shoulder. With being so close he could see the eyelashes fanning over Jimin’s skin. He looked so soft like this. He was such a sweet boy, so kind hearted, so gentle...Namjoon breathed out a shuddering, helpless sigh. Then he let go. He couldn't kill Jimin. Not now, not ever. He just... he just couldn't do anything!

That morning, Jimin woke up alone again. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to this - Namjoon only stayed overnight, but sometimes the human couldn’t help himself but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him, snuggling a bit closer again only to finally surrender to the daylight and getting up.

Jimin sighed deeply, when he threw the blanket off him and got up. Yep, he definitely was feeling too lonely and this whole ‘I let a vampire hide in my apartment’ - thing was getting into his head and he was interpreting too much. Taking a sip from his morning coffee, he let his gaze wander around his apartment, seeing a few of Namjoon’s clothes lying around. How should he not interpret anything to it, when it literally felt like Namjoon was something like his boyfriend. His clothes everywhere, sleeping over and holding him close while they were asleep. But he was a vampire after all, and Jimin was only a human.

Jimin shivered as he looked up into the dark, grey sky, ready to drop more rain on him. Walking faster, he made his way to the bus station, ready to pretend like he hadn’t cuddled with his boss last night. He got greeted by Taehyung first, who was already busy handing out the mail for everyone while gossiping. Jimin waved at him and they quickly agree on having lunch together later that day, when his gaze fell onto Namjoon who was emerged in discussing something with another employee. Jimin smiled, his cheeks blushing lightly, when Namjoon registered him. But he didn’t get any smile in return, only a stern, harsh gaze which he quickly switched back on the other person.

It was difficult to make a decision when he was around Jimin, so he tried to avoid the human at first. It wasn’t difficult with work piling high and Jimin being just as busy. Only at night did they come together again because he was still staying at Jimin’s place. None of them mentioned how strange it was to pretend to just barely know each other at work while they were sharing a bed at night. Even though Namjoon could take the couch or get himself another mattress neither of them had suggested to change their sleeping arrangements. They had formed a routine so easily that it wouldn't feel right to change something like this. Especially because Namjoon loved sleeping close to Jimin. It had been so, so long since he’d fallen asleep listening to another person’s heartbeat. So, he enjoyed it and kept quiet and watched time go by, getting more and more nervous the longer he couldn’t decide on what to do.

Even though Jimin should have been used to that by the fact that Namjoon was completely ignoring him and treating him like every other employee – it suddenly felt different. The last days, Jimin felt like as if Namjoon was ignoring him more and more. He had gotten used to the fact that he was working alongside his boss so often, that now when he gave him a new task it felt like it was Namjoon’s way of avoiding having Jimin around. Not being able to hide his hurt well, Jimin slammed the copier shut and pushed the button again, making paper after paper come out.

“Oh my, who pissed you off?” Taehyung’s head peaked out of the kitchen, cocking an eyebrow at Jimin. But the other didn’t really acknowledge him, so Tae stepped out and leaned against the wall right next to the copier. “Is it because, Mr. Kim prefers Mina as his assistant today again, hm?” Taehyung teased him and Jimin could feel the little stab to his heart that came with the words. “It’s not about that,” Jimin sighed heavily.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes, I am. Not everything is about Mr. Kim,” The older said and gave Taehyung a warning glance to make him shut and not talk about this anymore. He really just wanted to finish his work and go home. In hope that Namjoon would come tonight again. Somehow, he was scared that he wouldn’t come by one night. That he wouldn’t need to hide with him anymore.

It was one of the busiest days of the week and Jimin barely looked up from his computer. He enjoyed the work and when he finally raised his head from the piles of folders and computer work, the sun was already setting low. So, Jimin quickly gathered his things and clocked out. It was raining outside, therefore he kept his head low and walked ahead. He was soaking wet in a minute, the rain feeling like hail as it hit him. He tried to shield his face from the stinging little pellets, but it was of no use, when his gaze suddenly fell on two familiar faces. Jimin gulped, quickening his steps immediately, when he realized they were the vampires who brought Namjoon his blood from time to time. He really didn’t need to stumble into them once more. He just wanted to get home, take a hot shower and wait for the vampire to show up.

In Namjoon’s office, the courier vampires placed the cooling box on Namjoon’s desk with a smirk. “Our king lets you know that this is the last delivery as he heard that you won’t need no more in three days’ time. He also asks of you to come by for dinner on Sunday.” They bowed in respect, before they turned on their heel and walked out of his office again.

Namjoon froze when the words ‘last delivery’ sunk in. But he couldn’t exactly say anything against this. Because no matter if he turned Jimin into one of theirs or if he took him as his personal source of nourishment, he wouldn’t need bagged blood for quite a while. The only little flaw with this was he couldn’t do either of it! Because either Jimin or he himself were against it. He was getting so desperate that he considered telling Jimin everything and then asking him what he would choose - but then he remembered how every encounter with Jimin and Vampires/vampirely topics had turned out and quickly dismissed that thought. If Jimin would freak out and try to run from them or tell the newspaper to save himself or pull some other stunt like this, it would cause havoc and result in more than one death. Very certainly. And to be honest Namjoon couldn’t even blame Jimin if the younger would freak out for being told, “So the vampire king hates you because you know too much - which is my fault by the way - so he gave me a deadline to either make sure you’re on our side, which includes making you my blood slave if I do it the traditional way or make sure that you won’t talk about any of this ever, which kind of means killing you. So what do you think I should do?” Namjoon groaned desperately burying his head in his hand.

How on earth did he get himself into this mess?

Two days later, the vampire still had no answer. The only thing he knew was, that he was hungry. Very much so. He had tried to ration the blood bags but Hoseok had barely send him any. And now he had only a day left to figure this out.

At night, Namjoon pulled Jimin close, inhaling his sweet scent, trying to fight the hunger. While at day, he was completely ignoring the younger. He couldn’t lose his temper now. Not here. Not with Jimin. A familiar heartbeat coming closer and a knock on his door a few moments later, shook the vampire out of his thoughts.

Fumbling around with the hem of his shirt, Jimin entered the office. Closing the door behind him, Jimin walked over to bring him a few documents. “Hey ehm…I hope you don’t mind me talking about our… personal arrangement…at work, since you usually don’t like that, but Taehyung is coming over tonight and I need you to come by a little later. I’ll make sure to open the bedroom window, so you can come in through there, okay?” Jimin was speaking quietly, leaning over towards Namjoon a little closer, a tiny bit scared someone could hear.

“Yeah that's...that’s fine, thank you!” He gave Jimin a court smile and quickly avoided eye contact when he realized how his eyes had dropped automatically from Jimin’s eyes to his plush lips down over his throat to his neck where he could almost see the blood pulsing, so hot, so close, so... Namjoon took a shuddering breath, getting more and more restless which each second Jimin was staying with him in this office. With them being alone and the doors being closed like this it would be incredibly easy to just... he would be over the table in no time, fangs buried in Jimin’s neck while the warm, wet delicacy was running down his throat... The vampire started sweating, looking up at Jimin sharp and focused and obviously annoyed. “Is there anything else?”

The younger was stunned with how annoyed the vampire sounded with him and he averted his gaze for a second, suddenly feeling insecure. “Namjoon, are you okay? ” Jimin asked, when he realized how sickly the other was looking as well. “You…you only came by late last night and…were out early again…is everything alright?” Jimin was lowering his voice, feeling nervous, “Did I do something wrong?” He was probably making it worse right now, knowing that Namjoon was so obviously annoyed with him. “I am sorry, I won’t…bring this up at work anymore. I just…I am worried about you.”

Hell, Jimin acting all worried and angelic didn't really help his case! it only made him more appealing to him. And in Namjoons case appealing also meant looking mouth wateringly eatable.

Jimin had leaned forward while talking to him and Namjoon had leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and keep Jimin’s scent in check. It was quite futile. When he didn't really answer the younger even stepped closer and Namjoon’s face twitched, his fangs showing if it wasn't for his hand over his face. “Could you please... not do that?” He growled, really at the end of his patience. He knew that it wasn't the humans fault at all but he couldn't really do anything about… anything really and it made him feel so frustrated!

“Not do what?” Jimin asked a little dumbfounded, stumbling back and in his nervousness he almost tripped. A blush appeared on his cheeks, while he mumbled a quiet sorry. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong? You…you keep acting weird and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Jimin tried to regain his posture, trying to sound as confident as he could, “If I’m lacking at work, please tell me how I can improve.”

“This has nothing to do with your work. Otherwise I would have told you so the moment I thought you weren't good for the company. There is something non-work related that I have to figure out my own. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't keep pushing please. This is not something you can help me with.” Namjoon made sure to speak as sharp and distant as possible because he knew that he would break easily if Jimin kept asking and that the younger would continue to worry about him unless he made it crystal clear that he should keep his nose out of Namjoons business. It might be a cold move - but better than losing his self-control because he was underfed and overly stressed and ripping into Jimin by accident.

Jimin nodded hastily, bowing his head in shame. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Without looking further at his boss, Jimin simply turned around and dashed out of his office. His heart beating fast and aching with every beat. His hands shaking. He really needed to get a hold off himself. In the bathroom, Jimin locked himself in one of the stalls to take a deep breath. He didn’t want to anger Namjoon, not just because he was a vampire – but simply because Jimin wanted Namjoon to like him. Because he liked him. A lot. And now he was fucking everything up, because he was pushing Namjoon. Something that he really didn’t want to. He was just worried.

After a while, Jimin looked at himself in the mirror, chuckling at his own pathetic self, before he ran cold water over his wrists and the back of his neck. But no matter how hard he tried, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder about Namjoon all day. His anxiety was pitched high, feeling nervous the second his boss was around and in eye-sight. Even though he told him that it was not about the younger’s work, there was a weird feeling he just couldn’t shake off. So, Jimin was actually happy that tonight he could hang out with Taehyung.

He needed the change.

That evening, Taehyung switched on the TV and reached into the bag of crisps, munching on a few, when Jimin sat down next to him. “What are we watching?” Jimin asked and took a sip from his soda. “I don’t know let’s see what’s on,” Tae said and zapped through the program. Jimin took the time to swiftly turn around and get into his bedroom. He had promised to open the window so Namjoon could get in through there. The vampire had to hide in the bedroom tonight – hopefully not for too long. Jimin had to bite his lip to keep from smiling, feeling like he had a secret-lover (though he knew they were far from that).

Movie nights with Taehyung were always fun and Jimin cherished their time together. Tae had quickly become one of his closest (and only) friends in town. Looking over to the bedroom door again for the x-time that night, Jimin was wondering if Namjoon was already there, but he didn’t dare to take a peak – way too scared that Taehyung could find out, or that Namjoon was still angry or annoyed with him. He still couldn’t shake the anxiousness off him like that.

“Where is your head?” Taehyung chuckled, pointing at the TV, “This is the best part of the movie.” Ruffling through Jimin’s hair, the younger winked at him playfully before he teased him further, “Or were you thinking about our handsome boss again?”

Jimin snapped his head around with wide eyes, “N-no. I wouldn’t…I…was just…”

“Don’t even try to pretend we haven’t talked about how it would feel like to suck Mr. Kim’s dick before,” Taehyung laughed loudly, cheering with his glass, “If I recall the night right, you even said you wouldn’t mind bending over his desk for him. I mean…we were a little drunk, but I won’t forget things like that.” Jimin gulped heavily, praying to whatever god there was that Namjoon wasn’t there, yet and had listened to him to stay out as long as he could. “I…I was…we were drunk, Tae,” Jimin mumbled, his cheeks blushing and his heart beating quickly.

“Yes, but do you remember when Namjoon brought you home the first time and you told me that you felt so desperate that you…,” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jimin, who was sinking down in his seat, wanting the couch to just swallow him whole as he referred to him jerking himself off to the thought of Namjoon taking him. “That was one time,” Jimin lied quietly. Tae didn’t need to know about the other time. Or that one dream he had, when Namjoon stood right next to him. He was still embarrassed because of that.

“I’m just tired, Tae,” Jimin tried to wave the topic off. Turning down the volume of the movie, the younger one looked at Jimin thoroughly, “And I can tell you why Jimin…that’s because you’re completely overworking yourself and…it’s completely normal to feel lonely, Minnie. You’ve been through a lot lately. I’m just teasing you. You know I wouldn’t say now to our boss’s dick, too – if that means that he would hire me after my internship ends. Hell, I’d let him spank me right here and right now.”

Jimin groaned in embarrassment, hiding the blush behind his hands. “Tae, please…stop,” He mumbled quietly, but Taehyung just laughed and got up from his seat. “Chill, Jiminnie,” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like he would ever find out what you and I think about him. Though, I tend to like the bad boys more. The ones who pretend to be emotionally unattached, you know? Mr. Kim is too soft for me.”

In the other room, Namjoon was about to land on the bed in a perfectly gentle landing when the phrase “suck Mr. Kim’s dick” came up and broke his concentration. He tumbled downwards like a flailing penguin and plopped down on the cushion where he laid still for a second. Did he hear that right? Surely, he must have misunderstood something. And even if they were talking about... about other people's private parts they were definitely not talking about him. Kim wasn't exactly a last name that was rare to find. Therefore, he tried to ignore what the younger were talking about, trying to keep himself from eavesdropping naturally while instead focusing on turning back. Just when he was finished, sitting naked on the covers, Tae’s comment reached his ear.”...said you wouldn’t mind bending over his desk for him…” The vampire blinked owlishly. Jimin. Bending over his desk. He groaned desperately at that image, a fantasy that he would be all too willing to make come true for Jimin. Especially right now where he was practically starving to have Jimin in one way or another. He would lie if he’d say that he hadn't thought about office sex before. His favorite little scene was Jimin on his lap, half naked and lost in ecstasy as he was riding him, Namjoon sitting all comfortably in his office arm chair, holding Jimin close and licking over his throat just because he could, feeling finally, finally feel sated.

Jimin hid his face behind his hands, groaning in shame, when Taehyung just laughed at him and vanished into the bathroom for a bit. He really didn’t need all these images tonight, now the anxiety not only mixed with his insecurity but also with his desperation. Great. Fucking great.

“Jimin?”

The younger looked up again, when he could hear Taehyung calling for him coming from the bathroom. His heart dropped when he saw that his friend was holding. “What is Mr. Kim’s shirt doing in your laundry, Jiminnie?” Taehyung cocked up an eyebrow, “Is there something you need to tell me?”

All Namjoon wanted to do was to go out there, snatch his shirt before Taehyung had the chance to find it - and then pretend this never happened. Considering he was stark naked right now and had witnessed the whole conversation neither of those option where anywhere near possible. He might have been amused by Tae’s revelations about his own interests - if he hadn’t been so busy sweating over the information, he had just gotten about Jimin. So, jerking off to the thought of him was a thing there. And also, some not so innocent thoughts about office desks. And also, oral sex. Great. He was fine with that. He could totally be cool about this. He didn’t need to look down to see that his body wasn’t buying it. Instead it had gone into overdrive together with his mind. It only came to a screeching halt when he heard Tae finding that shirt, he had worn at the office the last day before he had spilled coffee all over it. Shit. Just... shit!

“That’s just a simple dress shirt, Tae,” Jimin chuckled, trying to wave Tae off, while on the inside he was shaking from the nervousness. What if Tae found out? They couldn’t hide this away? Wouldn’t this get Namjoon into even more danger if someone else knew? Another human? Jimin groaned inwardly. He needed to fix this fast.

“That’s his,” He pulled at the shirt a little, showing off the big coffee stain on it, “I know he had this on…because he apparently had spilled something on him. He was walking around with a stain all day, yesterday. We both saw it…and it’s a high prized shirt. And also…that’s not your size. If you’re fucking our boss and didn’t tell me then…” His eyes suddenly searched the room and Jimin began to panic. Now that Namjoon had started to bring clothes over for him to wear, they were practically everywhere. “I am not…oh god, Tae no!” Jimin gulped heavily, but quickly put on a smile as he hastily walked over to Tae, taking the shirt out of his grip and keeping him from searching around. “I was…I was the reason he’d spilled his coffee that morning, so I told him I’d clean it. That’s all. No sex. Nothing. I…I don’t even think he particularly likes me. Not anymore at least.”

“What do you even mean, Jimin? Just because he prefers Mina over you at the moment. I told you not to think about it too much,” Taehyung suddenly felt bad for teasing Jimin, who was giving his friend his best puppy eyes. A part of it was honest, but the other part was an act. He needed Tae to let go off the topic. “He made it pretty clear that he’s annoyed by me so…it’s fine that he prefers Mina. I was just nervous and that’s why…I made him spill the coffee with my nervous habits, you know?” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, holding onto the shirt tight, “Cleaning it up, is the least I can do.” Taehyung nodded, reaching out for Jimin to reassure him. “Well… I would have liked it more if ‘you fucking our boss’ would have been the reason, but I guess I’ll buy that ‘nervous story’ of yours for now.” Jimin smiled in relief, when out of a sudden Taehyung jumped past him and quickly opened the door to his bedroom. He couldn’t react fast enough to hold him back, when Tae was already inside the room.

Namjoon barely had time to react but being about three times quicker than the average human had its benefits. The second he heard Tae’s footsteps turning towards the bedroom he had jumped up, hiding in the closet like some cliché secret lover in a rom-com. Naked. There was nothing that could make this even more uncomfortable. Oh wait, if Tae would open the door to see him standing there. Namjoon had to fight the urge to hide his face or thump his head against the wall.

Jimin didn’t even dare to peak if Namjoon was there, but Taehyung’s reaction answered the question for him. “Okay, I guess there’s nothing,” He said with a low chuckle and turned around, “I guess we have to stick to our daydreaming, right?” Jimin nodded, his heart beating hard against his chest, as his eyes flickered through the room, when his gaze fell onto the closed window. That meant that Namjoon must be here already. Holding his breath, Jimin was very keen on getting Taehyung out of the bedroom and out of his apartment soon, which – luckily for them both – he did soon after.

A quick “See you tomorrow at work” later, Jimin ran back into the bedroom opening his closet in a rush (it was the only place he could have hidden from Taehyung). “Namjoon, I am so sorry!” Jimin sounded a little out of breath and when his eyes flickered down to his boss’s hard-on he squealed. “Fuck…oh my god, I am so sorry – again,” He turned around, covering his eyes, “I told you to…to…wear clothes. Oh god, did you…did you hear…” He couldn’t end the sentence. He just couldn’t think about what it could mean if Namjoon had listened to everything Tae said.

Living for hundreds of years ensured that you would run into a few embarrassing situations. But being found by the person you were crushing on in said person’s closet, standing naked and sandwiched in between a pair of light jeans and some soft sweaters while you were obviously aroused from overhearing a nsfw conversation you crush has just had with his friend (who also happened to be one of your employees)... well, it ranged very high up in the ‘let me just wipe my mind clean and then pretend this never happened’ list. He just wished he would have had the time to turn himself back into a bat, but it was both time- and energy consuming and before he had gone out of his shock-frozen-state Jimin had already turned around and the doors of the closet had fallen shut once more. It was good for Namjoon that he didn’t have trouble seeing in the dark or else he would have stood around completely useless in pitch black darkness. As he didn’t have any other options (getting out of the closet naked and with a hard on was definitely nothing he wanted to do. Ever!), he took a pastel pink and fluffy sweater to cover himself up and even though it barely covered his ass (It must be like mid-thigh sweater dress for Jimin!) it was better than strolling around naked.

Jimin could hear the closet door open again, but without looking he quickly got out of the bedroom. His cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. He wouldn’t be surprised if Namjoon would be even more annoyed with him now that he probably heard about what Tae said. He would think that he’s a pervert. Someone that jerked off to the thought of his boss and talked about sucking his dick with his friends. Jimin groaned, wanting to slap himself for his own stupidity.

Jimin proceeded to clean up his living room, trying to calm his mind and heart, while he ignored Namjoon, who was hopefully getting dressed and ready for bed. Biting his lip repeatedly, Jimin finished the dishes quickly but instead of going into the bedroom, he sat down at the coffee table and got out a few files he had brought home from work. If there would have been a teeny tiny chance for Namjoon to like him, then Jimin had fucked it up. So, he tried to keep his mind calm by working until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. Shuffling into the bedroom, Jimin hesitated for a moment to get into bed with Namjoon. He could feel the other’s eyes on him in the dark, making him feel even more nervous. “Do...do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight? I...I know you’re probably...annoyed again by me,” Jimin stuttered the words and when he could feel Namjoon looking at him directly, he quickly averted his gaze. “I am so sorry, Mr. Kim. I would never… I was just...we…,” He paused, feeling the tears burning behind his eyes. He just felt so, so embarrassed. It would be a surprise if Namjoon didn’t fire him now after all that he had heard and witnessed plus the way Namjoon had acted around him the past days. Jimin had fucked up and now his own insecurities got the best of him. And even though Jimin was the one giving the vampire shelter, he felt like an intruder now. So, he carefully reached out for his pillow to take it with him.

Namjoon’s fingers closed around Jimin’s wrist immediately. He was gentle but firm, keeping him in place. “What are you doing, Jimin?” He couldn’t keep the sadness out of his voice that laced his words. Jimin very obviously had an interest in him, if it was sexual or even more, he didn’t dare to question but he was interested in him and the absolutely normal thing to do would be to just tell him that he was interested too. Yeah, he just enormously embarrassed himself by this while Tae-and-Closet-Including-Situation but maybe if they both jumped over their shadows they could laugh about it. Maybe they could laugh and kiss and talk and end up holding each other in bed like they used to. It would have worked perfectly - if Namjoon was human.

Instead he was lying in bed, his muscles locking up because of the effort it took him to not just roll Jimin on his back and have some of his blood. The sheets smelled like Jimin everything in this bed just fucking smelled like him and he couldn’t trust his own senses enough to have an actual reasonable discussion with Jimin. It was pathetic but he had backed himself up into a corner here. The hunger was making him insane but he didn’t have any blood left and he couldn’t hunt because he was way too bad at hypnotizing people to just get sip and too weak or bound by morals to kill another human being for food and he also couldn’t go to Hoseok and ask for more blood - or ask other vampires because they would tell Hoseok or rob a hospital because he was clumsy and what if he took exactly the kind of blood someone else needed to survive and…

Namjoon got out of bed, his head dizzy, his stomach hurting with the hunger and his form swaying slightly from how fucking weak he felt. He couldn’t do this. Any of this. None of the options that Hoseok had given him were something he could live with. His time limit would run out tonight, but he would just go back to Hoseok tomorrow.

And then he would ask him for help, would offer up any kind of services in exchange, maybe agree to joining Hoseok's tactical team, something that he had always tried to avoid so far. But if in exchange he got more time with Jimin, more time to maybe find the right situation to talk to him, to explain... then it would be totally worth it. He just needed a full stomach first. And a way to survive this night without either going insane or accidentally killing Jimin in his sleep.

He placed his pillow back, deciding to not take anything with him that smelled like Jimin to make it easier. “It is your bed. I’ll go sleep on the couch.” Before he closed the door behind him, he hesitated, not wanting to leave Jimin behind like this. “I know I’ve been difficult this last week, but you’ll see, everything’s going to change. You’ll understand tomorrow. I’ll explain, I promise.”

Jimin had absolutely no idea what Namjoon was talking about. Not tonight and not tomorrow. All he knew was that he felt utterly confused and lonely. What did Namjoon mean with ‘You’ll understand tomorrow’? What would happen? Was there something happening involving him? Or Namjoon? The rogue?

The human groaned desperately, raking his hands through his hair as he stared at the computer screen the next morning. He had gotten no sleep, while his anxiety went through the roof. Jimin’s mind turned over and over the events of the past couple days, but he could find no answers to his questions. He'd never remembered feeling like this before. And it got even worse, when work was stressing him out, when Namjoon hadn’t even bothered to show up this morning. His personal assistant was running around, giving out orders and Jimin wondered where the vampire was. A sudden shiver ran down his spine. Suddenly he felt scared. What if Namjoon was out to find the rouges? What if he got hurt? Jimin gasped involuntarily, making a few of his co-workers turn their heads towards him. He mumbled a quiet sorry, before he returned his attention onto the screen. But no matter what he tried, Jimin couldn’t stop thinking and worrying about Namjoon. Only the fact that the vampire had promised to explain it to him, made him not lose his mind over this completely. He repeated the words like a mantra in his head: It would be fine and Namjoon would explain it to him. It would all be okay.

Jimin yawned, when he slowly walked up the stairs that led to his apartment that afternoon. As tired as he was, he didn’t mind it. He had become addicted to this kind of tired. Hard work always had a way of keeping everything he didn’t want to think about at bay. He slid his key into the lock on his door and opened it. Inside he walked through his routine of getting out of his jacket, hanging the keys onto the little hook next to the door, before he sleepily shuffled into the kitchen and turned on the water heater for some tea. Quietly singing to himself, Jimin was opening the cupboard, got out a cup and poured in the hot water, when suddenly he tensed up completely.

His heartbeat spiked as he sensed movement behind him.

He wasn’t alone.

He could feel a presence in the room, and it made his skin crawl.

Jimin held his breath for a second. He knew he wasn’t imagining it and there certainly was someone else in the room. And it definitely wasn’t Namjoon. He had never been this early and even if, he would have called out for him. What if…what if the rogue found their way here? Very, very slowly, Jimin began moving aside where the kitchen knives were, carefully reaching out for one.

Hoseok chuckled in pure amusement.

“A kitchen knife? Are you sure about that choice, sweety?” He stretched out his legs, still completely relaxed and splayed out on the couch. He didn’t have to wait for long and although he initially had wanted to go through Jimin’s things a little just for the fun of it he was glad now that he had decided to just sit down and wait. It had been worth it watching Jimin go about his usual routine, all soft and carefree and relaxed - before he stiffened up. He had expected something for dramatic like the younger turning around and starting to scream when he saw him, but this was way more fun.

Jimin was definitely interesting.

The human’s breath hitched, the man’s voice sending a shiver down his spine and he quickly grabbed the knife and turned around, holding it upfront. “Get out of here now or else I call the police!” Jimin exclaimed, his voice sounding shaky as he stared at the person sitting comfortably on his couch as if he was owning this place. If it wasn’t for the awful situation he was in, Jimin probably would have thought of him as handsome, but the wicked smile on the intruder’s face made him look awfully creepy. Jimin gulped heavily, hoping and praying to whatever god or power there was that Namjoon was on his way. “You can take everything! I don’t care! Take my money and…and the other things…,” Jimin’s eyes were flickering around the room, before they came to a halt by the door, where his new phone was lying on the little dresser.

The vampire completely ignored Jimin’s threats. Neither the kitchen knife nor the police could stop him if he wanted to have something. Besides Jimin wouldn't be quick enough to even get close to the phone - or to him for that matter. At least not while he enjoyed sitting here. They would get closer later.

“I can have anything? You sure about that babe?” Hoseok licked his bottom lip, letting his eyes trail all the way up Jimin’s body until they reached his neck. “Then I’d like your blood virginity please.” He laughed when it dawned on Jimin that he wasn't a simple intruder. To be honest he had thought that Jimin would have gotten it right away with no signs of entry and the human always being around one ‘vampire’ shouldn't be too far down on his mental danger list.

Jimin blinked his eyes, his whole body shaking when it dawned on him. “N-no,” He stuttered, “No…I…I don’t allow you.” His lips were quivering, his mind racing, trying to come up with anything that could get him out of here alive. But there was nothing. He had nothing against the vampire. Jimin could try and run, but he had locked the door as always, it would take him way too long and he was sure that the vampire was faster than him. Nonetheless, he saw no other chance. So, Jimin reacted quick and dashed towards the door.

“You don’t allow me?” Hoseok gasped in fake shock, “But just a few seconds ago you offered me anything. I won’t let go of my prize that easily.” He realized what Jimin would do even before the human started running. It always went like this, they always went for the door. As if they actually had a chance! He decided to not catch Jimin right away but instead play with him for a little longer. Namjoon wouldn’t come here before night time so he got lots of time to kill, and he would enjoy it. So instead of pulling Jimin back he just stood in front of the door, locking it carefully before turning around with a smile. “Sorry, what were you saying again? I was a little too occupied with locking you in with me to listen properly.”

Jimin stumbled back, eyes wide as he stared at the vampire. Fuck, he needed to get out of this. Or else he would get killed tonight. Jimin was panting from the fear, every sense tingling and aware of the danger. Very carefully, Jimin walked backwards, his eyes fixated on the intruder. “There’s….there’s someone coming soon! They will look for me!” He stuttered, trying to sound as confident as he could be, holding onto the knife tight. “What…what do you want from me?”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. This human was so sure that Namjoon would protect him. It didn’t matter that he had no idea about who he was. It just angered him that Jimin still stood there, defying him while he should be scared or running or showing in any other way that Hoseok had the upper hand here. Because he was the vampire king and Jimin was just some tiny stupid little mortal who happened to hit a nerve in Namjoon. Which wasn’t supposed to happen. However, Namjoon hadn’t only disregarded his commands once but twice already, first by not telling him about Jimin at all and then after he literally gave him an ultimate. He had been sure that Namjoon would obey him till the very last moment. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. It didn’t matter now. Well it would be for Namjoon later but right now all he would be concentrating on was to make this human understand that life as he knew it was over.

He was a vampire’s toy now.

So, he made sure to play dirty, giving Jimin a gentle smile, “Oh, you don’t mean Namjoon, do you honey? Cause I’d hate to break your spirit, but he won’t be coming for you. You are going to come to him. I’m going to take you there. To our comfy little vampires nest. Where you can stay with the others. I bet they’re all going to love you, humans and vampires alike.”

Suddenly, it seemed as if the world were spinning out of control and Jimin could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces, the betray and hurt seeping through his bones. He couldn’t believe it. Shaking his head, he stumbled a few steps back, mumbling something about how Namjoon wouldn’t do that, how he had promised to protect him. The realization of the situation shook him to the core. “No!” Jimin screamed and threw the knife, taking the second he got, to dash into his bedroom and locking the door. He tried desperately to push the chair against it, to keep Hoseok out, but he knew it was no use. This only got him a few seconds, but for what? There were tears cascading down his cheeks, but he didn’t care. He needed to get out of here fast.

He hadn't expected the knife, but he simply got out of the way and then he followed after Jimin. Slowly, because there was nowhere to run, and he was curious about what the younger would do. Locking himself in the bedroom, reasonable enough. If your unwanted visitor wasn't a vampire. Hoseok opened the door casually, breaking the lock with a quick jerk of his wrist. It wasn't even a good lock. Then he stood there, blocking the doorway again and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What now, Jimin? Are you going to throw yourself out the window? Why would you when you can have a life as a vampire toy? Some of us are quite affectionate. Hell, I’d even take you for myself if Namjoon hadn’t already called the shots.” He jerked his head over to the bed. “What do you think, should we just go against the rules and keep it a dirty little secret between us?”

Jimin screamed when Hoseok broke through the door, now feeling completely defenseless and backed in a corner. He sniffled, choking on a few sobs, when the vampire mentioned Namjoon again. “No! I…I am not a vampire toy! You can’t do that! Namjoon promised me!” His head shot up at his words, his voice filled with anguish as he cried out, taking whatever, he could get and threw it at Hoseok. Books, then his night lamp and then the little flashlight he always kept by the side of his bed. “Get away from me!”

Hoseok was having so much fun while he witnessed the little human throwing a tantrum. Who would have thought that there was so much spite in such a soft looking boy. Unfortunately, Jimin was quite good at aiming so it was starting to get tiring after a while to duck and dodge or catch all that stuff. So, while Jimin was busy looking for the next thing to throw he took the chance to get up right into his personal space, sneaking an arm around Jimin’s waist and holding his chin up so that the human was looking at him, because hypnotizing only worked with eye contact. “Honestly I’m a little hurt that you didn’t even consider my offer. But I guess Namjoon’s had you long enough to train you well and be loyal to him, right? He looked right into Jimin’s eyes focusing on pushing Jimin’s will far, far back into his mind, letting his words curl around the Jimin’s thoughts and settle into his head. “But we need to go back now. And you will come with me. You will be quiet and calm and behave like a good boy, won’t you, Jimin. Because you want to see the mansion so badly. You can’t wait to go there and meet everyone. Nothing would bring you more joy. Isn’t that right beautiful? You can’t wait to come with me.”

Jimin was fighting until the last moment, throwing his fists at Hoseok’s chest, but the vampire was way too strong. He could feel himself relax immediately, falling into the vampire’s embrace a little more, when his body and mind was giving in. The tears were still falling down his cheeks, but Jimin didn’t feel any anger anymore. There was no fear, no pain. He nodded when Hoseok spoke to him. “Are we going to your home now?” Jimin asked, his eyes big in wonder as he reached out for the vampire’s hand, wanting him to take him along.

“Yes, we are.” Hoseok hoisted Jimin up into his arms. He would be way faster when he carried him. Jimin didn’t seem to mind. Almost gently the vampire wiped Jimin’s tears away so that the human could lay his head onto his shoulder comfortable without the little droplets hitting Hoseok’s skin. “You can sleep for a little while now. I’ll tell you when it’s going to be time to wake up again.” With a last look around the room he placed Jimin back on the bed again, which wasn’t a problem because the human was deep asleep already, then, he ripped out a page from a notebook, chose a rose colored pencil and wrote Namjoon a little message.

When Jimin woke up, his head felt like it had been split open. He moaned at the painful sensation, and he felt light and discombobulated. Carefully, Jimin blinked his eyes open, as he could feel that he was lying on something soft. A bed. Jimin jerked up, when the memory of what had happened only an hour ago rushed to his mind. A vampire. Vampire toys. Namjoon. Betrayal. The tears came just like that again and Jimin choked on a sob. He knew he had lost this fight already. When he turned around to see Hoseok sitting there right in front of him, he couldn’t help but whine in desperation. “Why…why me…why are you doing this to me?”

“That’s easy. I do this because of Namjoon. You are lucky that Namjoon has showed such an interest in you. It‘s been a while since he really wanted someone like this.”

He reached over and placed a tissue next to Jimin’s face. “Stop crying please. It won’t help you. Nor will it change anything. We can do this the hard way or the nice way. It’s on you to choose. Either way Namjoon is going to have you tonight.”

Jimin gulped heavily. “What…what do you mean you mean he’s…he’s going to have me?” His whole body shook visibly at the thought of what it all could entail. In a weird way, he wished that Namjoon was here right now, maybe he could explain it all to Jimin. But then again…this was what the vampire wanted. He had said so himself that something would change. Today. Tonight. “I want to go home,” He cried out, moving away from the vampire, “Please just…let me go home.”

Hoseok got up from his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed so that he could reach over and brush his hand through Jimin’s hair. “It means just what I said. Everything you’re probably fearing. He’s going to have all of you, your blood, your body, possibly your soul.” He continued with a gentle voice that one could mistake for comforting if not for his cruel words. “Don’t cry beautiful. You can’t go home anymore. It’s too late now. It was too late for you the moment Namjoon laid his eyes on you.”

Jimin was almost seeking for the reassurance of someone’s touch, almost leaning into Hoseok’s caresses. He needed something to hold on to. Or else he’d get totally lost in this. “This is not fair,” Jimin spoke quietly as he averted his gaze for a moment. “But I’m not going to be Namjoon’s toy! Or anyone else’s! Fuck you!” With a look of pure disgust, he spit right into Hoseok’s face.

He’s almost had Jimin where he wanted him, he could feel it in his fingertips. Then, however this crazily defiant human had to make him angry. He had tried and be nice to Namjoon’s human he really had. But enough was enough and if Namjoon didn’t want his precious belongings to be bruised then he should teach him some manners!

With a growl Hoseok was over him, pushing Jimin on his back and pressing him down with a hand around his throat. It was a gentle hold for a vampire (he didn’t want to crush his carotid or else this whole scenario had been in vain), but he still wanted Jimin to feel it that he was angry. He wiped the spit from his face with the back of his hand and then dried it on Jimin’s shirt.

“Not going to be our toy, hm? Think you can act up with me? Careful, I’m not Namjoon. I don’t fucking care about your life. You’re absolutely worthless to me. I could kill you right here if I wanted. But Namjoon has waited so long for this I can’t really take that from him, can I? But for all the hassle I had with you I guess I deserve a treat. And you do smell nice, don’t you.” He pulled Jimin’s head aside, baring his neck. “This is all on you little one. I wouldn’t have touched you if you had just followed my orders.” Then he plunged down.

Jimin screamed.

Loud, full of fear and pain, while his hands were trying to push Hoseok off him. He was trying. Really. He was trying so hard. But there was nothing but pain. So much pain. It was unbearable, and he screamed out once more and didn't know how in the world he would ever get out of there alive. The terrible pain was growing, and Jimin thought he would faint. He was holding onto Hoseok’s shirt tight, panting heavily, while he was screaming, crying, calling out for someone to help him – all until he couldn’t do it anymore. He could feel his body grow weaker by the second, his eyes staring into nothingness, while his hold on Hoseok loosened.

Jimin reacted beautifully, just like he liked it. And he tasted amazing! No wonder he smelled that good. It had been a foretaste, a promise that luckily his blood managed to fulfill. Before he could drink too much, he willed himself to take it slow, savoring the last mouthful of it before pulling back. Jimin was obviously in shock, his eyes wide and pupils blown. It was exactly how Hoseok liked his humans - or rather everyone but Seokjin. But Jin was different anyway.

“In case you’re wondering now why it had hurt and if Namjoon had lied to you when he said that it wouldn’t then I can reassure you, it won’t hurt like this with Namjoon. He’s a softie. Although the pleasure you’re going to feel with him is a natural thing. As far as I know no one else can keep it from happening to the humans they feed of - besides me. It‘s just a matter of focus, actually. I can‘t keep the poison from entering your bloodstream and making you a little light headed – but I can help your body to focus on the pain. And it hurts a lot, doesn‘t it? Your cute little neck being pierced by sharp, hungry fangs.“ He chuckled as if he was having an inside joke with Jimin. “Are you wishing Namjoon had bitten you first right now? You never forget your first one, do you? He‘s going to be angry at me for tasting you, but there has to be a little punishment, don‘t you think? He should have claimed you while he still could. I have given him that option after all. Now you‘re just a toy accessible to anyone who wants to play with you. And believe me I‘ve got lots of vampires in here who would love to do that. Maybe Namjoon doesn‘t like you anymore after someone else had you – or he‘s going to play with you for a little while and then give you over to the others. I want you to know that I‘m going to watch then. Maybe they’ll rip you to shreds like the rogues like to do it. You probably would have ended like that anyway if Namjoon hadn‘t played knight in shining armor and had gotten you home every night.“

Jimin tried to look up but failed to make his head lift up. He felt like a tangled puppet caught in its strings. The pain was still there but it wasn’t so unbearable anymore, as if something entered his body to take the slight edge off, but still very much present and so he had no control of his own actions. While all this was happening, since the pain was subsiding, he was trying to bring his body to run away, only his own body wasn’t his anymore. He sobbed. Something was controlling him. He was screaming, but there was no sound. A deafening scream. He was shaking. God, he felt so cold. So, so cold. He heard everything Hoseok said, but it all seemed so far away. Pulling his knees in, he wanted to protect his body more from anyone else coming in, but he was shaking so much that he couldn’t even do that. Closing his eyes, Jimin shook from the cries. Everything he thought was true had been a lie. There was no way he would get out of here alive. Jimin was broken. Shattered. Completely lost. “Ple-, please, just…end it…n-now.”

“End it?” Hoseok looked at him with slight surprise, “You want me to kill you beautiful? But where would be the fun in that? Besides, you’re Namjoon’s toy, not mine. And I want him to have fun with you, even if it’s just a little. Even though he might deny it for himself I‘m still his king and I know him. He’s practically dying to taste you. I wouldn‘t want to ruin that for him. Otherwise it would be only you and me tonight. Oh, and we would have so much fun.“ His grin turned wicked as he reached out for Jimin‘s face trailing down the others cheek with impossibly gentle touches. “You piss me off a little. Normally Namjoon isn‘t that defiant. We have our differences, but he knows when to back down - not when it comes to you apparently. If I had, you all to myself I would have made you feel it. Each and every thing I do to you. I would have killed you deliciously slow, savor every drop of your blood and make sure you’re conscious through all of it. Maybe I would have fucked you before though. Would have been a waste not to. You‘re quite the sight, aren‘t you? I bet you moan so beautifully when someone takes you apart. Tell me, do you like it? Being fucked? Enjoy someone taking over, being in charge and wrecking your body until you can do nothing but whimper and cry in ecstasy? I could have done that if I had been in a generous mood. But not tonight. Tonight, Namjoon should have you. He‘s going to wreck you too. You don‘t really see it in him with his lanky body, but he is way too strong for his own good. Way too clumsy to carry the burden of snapping a humans neck with a grip that’s a little too tight. It was kind of his bad habit when we were younger, you know. When we were wild and free and Namjoon was drinking blood from the source as it should be. It happened so often to him that he accidentally killed his victims and I used to tease him about it. But now, looking back I‘m not even sure if he didn‘t do it on purpose. I like playing with my food. But thinking of how he turned to cold shitty bagged blood just a few decades later he probably did it to save them the pain. It hurts to be killed by blood loss you know. But it‘s a beautiful thing to witness, the heart is getting weaker and weaker with each beat and we can hear that, feel that actually when we‘re drinking from a main artery. It‘s like the blood is whispering to you, singing, sighting.” The vampire king shook his head angrily. “I should have never let Namjoon stop drinking from humans. He‘s but a shadow of his former self.”

He snarled and Jimin flinched hard, bringing Hoseok back on track. “Anyway, I‘m straying what I wanted to say was whatever he‘s going to do to you tonight be thankful. That it wasn‘t me. Because Namjoon is nothing compared to me, absolutely nothing. So, you better show him some respect and be a nice little toy. Are we clear? Nod if you understand what I‘m saying.“ Jimin’s nod was accompanied by a pathetic whimper and he closed his eyes.

“You know what we’re going to do? We’re going to prep you for him so that you’re all nice and ready for him to take you. That’ll make up for me tasting you a little. I mean if he keeps you, he can have your blood anytime he wants. He shouldn’t be greedy. Sharing is caring or so they say.” He got up a little, letting his gaze wander over Jimin’s seemingly lifeless body. ”Where should we start?” Without warning he ripped Jimin’s shirt in half leaving him even more vulnerable that he already was.

A/N: Oops, so...now that’s a mess. The question is where is Namjoon? What will Hoseok do now? Don’t forget to leave us a comment on how you liked it! And don’t scream at us too much please ;) I promise Namjoon will find him...I just can’t promise that he will be okay MUAHAHA

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