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I've Got a Fever

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It's a Tuesday night, and Yoongi isn't expecting much from his visit to the blood bar. Twilight — the intentionally horrible name Seokjin refuses to change — is quieter than some of the more popular clubs where vampires can go to drink from willing humans, but that's one of the only reasons Yoongi can tolerate being there. Bars and clubs in general aren't really his thing, when his bed and Netflix exist.

He followed Namjoon to the bar because his friend has a habit of getting himself into trouble, but it's been half an hour and all Namjoon has done is stare at Seokjin from afar with painfully obvious heart-eyes.

just ask him to bite you ffs, Yoongi texts Namjoon, glancing up when someone sits down at the bar a seat away from him.

Yoongi does a double-take and almost drops his phone, because this guy is... wow.

The stereotype about vampires being gorgeous has some truth to it, of course, but the guy nervously touching his ear and throwing Yoongi shy looks is something else entirely. He's wearing a little bit of makeup around his wide eyes, somehow making them look even brighter. The slope of his nose suits his high cheekbones and strong jaw, and Yoongi is mesmerized by his pink lips, the perfect cupid's bow, the little mole below his bottom lip.

He has a hoop in one ear and a dangling earring in the other, and his dark hair is parted in the middle to show off some of his forehead and strong eyebrows. He's handsome in a sweet, boyish way, almost too good-looking to be true, and Yoongi doesn't mind being caught staring because of the way the guy's ears start to go pink.

Yoongi's phone buzzes with a text message.

hey he's cute, take your own advice, Namjoon has texted back, and Yoongi spins around on his bar stool, finds Namjoon smiling at him. Yoongi narrows his eyes. Namjoon gives him a thumbs-up.

Yoongi glances back at the guy next to him, takes in his skinny jeans with rips at the knees and his flimsy blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, giving Yoongi a glimpse of his strong chest. Namjoon's not exactly wrong. The stranger is ridiculously attractive but still cute, which is as close to Yoongi's type as he'll ever admit to having. And it's not as if Yoongi has a problem with being bitten by a vampire, although it's been years since he's had his blood sampled by a hook-up.

Yoongi's actually entertaining the idea when the vampire beats him to it and turns to him, says in a low mumble, "Okay, I'm—I'm really bad at this, is there any way you can help me?"

"Help you with what?" Yoongi asks.

"I've never done this before," he admits softly, and Yoongi— fuck, he doesn't even know what's going on right now but there's something about this guy that's drawing him in, making his heart beat a little faster. "Oh, shit, I haven't— Sorry, my name is Jungkook?"

Yoongi lets himself smile, hoping it'll put the kid at ease. "Is that a question?"

"No! It's definitely Jungkook. Um. Hi."

"Hi, I'm Yoongi," he says, still smiling. Jungkook ducks his head in a polite bow and Yoongi is torn between wanting to climb this gorgeous vampire and wanting to wrap him up in a blanket. How can someone so attractive be so shy? "What did you need help with?"

Jungkook sighs, glancing out to the rest of the club before meeting Yoongi's eyes again. "Picking up humans."

"Yeah, clearly," Yoongi jokes, wondering why out of all the people Jungkook could go for he's chosen Yoongi, but Jungkook's face falls, and Yoongi rushes to apologize. "I mean, shit, that was rude. Sorry. That was supposed to be directed at myself, not you."

"No, it's fine, you've probably been doing this decades longer than I have anyway."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrow. Decades? Is he being insulted right now? The bags under his eyes aren't exactly flattering but Yoongi put at least a little effort into his appearance tonight.

Jungkook must sense Yoongi's confusion, because he goes on. "You know, picking up humans? God, if you're a new vampire too I'm going to go jump off a bridge, you just looked so mature—"

Oh. Jungkook thinks he's a vampire. Well that's new. Maybe he'll play along, just for a little bit.

"Jungkook-ssi," Yoongi says slowly, "why do you need help picking up humans? I mean... you've seen what you look like, right?"

Jungkook's face goes pink, fingers reaching up to shyly play with his earring. Yoongi may not be the vampire in this situation, but there is a very real part of him that wants to devour Jungkook. "Ah, but I can't make myself approach anyone. Seokjinnie-hyung said my self-control is fine — he, um, he's been feeding me since he turned me — but I'm too nervous to ask someone to let me bite them."

"Kim Seokjin is your maker?"

Jungkook nods, eyes brightening a little. "You know Jin-hyung? He's been super cool, he's even letting me live with him instead of in the dorms now."

Yoongi fights back the urge to ask Jungkook how he was turned, because he knows Seokjin too well. For all that Seokjin has embraced his existence as a vampire, he wouldn't have turned someone else without good reason, wouldn't have done that to someone as young as Jungkook unless it was the only choice — sickness, or an accident, or something else out of their control. The thought makes Yoongi's heart ache a little for the kid and whatever he's been through. "Yeah, I know him. He tells the worst dad jokes of all time."

Jungkook laughs at this, face scrunching adorably, and Yoongi's stomach gives a warm flip. "Yeah, that's definitely the same Jin-hyung, then."

"You can call me hyung, if you want," Yoongi blurts out, not expecting that to make Jungkook bashful as well. He ducks his head, face still pink.

"Okay. Yoongi-hyung. So... how do you pick up humans?"

Yoongi snorts. He hasn't been on a date in over a year, can't even remember the last time he tried to pick someone up, human or otherwise. "It just sort of... happens. You know, I wasn't just stroking your ego with the comment about your looks. If you wait long enough, looking like you do, someone will come to you."

"Don't say that..." Jungkook mutters, clearly embarrassed, but the smile that tugs at his lips tells Yoongi he's pleased, too. "Even if they did, I wouldn't know what to say? My mind keeps flashing to bad monster movies, 'I want to suck your blood,' and I'm pretty sure me laughing would ruin the moment."

Yoongi shakes his head, bites back his comment about how gorgeous Jungkook is when he laughs, how it wouldn't ruin anything. How is he so whipped already? He's known Jungkook for all of five minutes.

"Jungkook-ah!" Seokjin interrupts, coming up from behind to put his hands on Jungkook's shoulders. He notices Yoongi a second later, his head tilting. "You picked Min Yoongi to be your first snack? My sweet Jungkookie could have anyone and he goes for this ahjussi—"

"Yah!" Yoongi complains, reaching out to punch Seokjin's side. "You're older than me as a human and a vampire, who are you calling an ahjussi—"

Jungkook, however, catches on far too quickly. "But I can't bite Yoongi-hyung, he's a vampire."

Seokjin glances between the two of them, confused. "No he's not. Is it his sickly pale complexion? Because, shockingly, he achieves that from being a hermit, not from being a creature of the night."

Yoongi tunes out Seokjin and his stomach sinks with guilt, seeing the confusion in Jungkook's eyes as well, lips pursed in a little frown. Yoongi clears his throat. "Ah, hyung, this is a little bit my fault."

"You're—You're not really a vampire?" Jungkook finally speaks up, voice small and eyes widening. "You're human? Oh my god. All that stuff I said, I thought I was—"

"Jungkook, you're fine," Yoongi interrupts, reaching over to rest his hand over Jungkook's. His skin is cool, soft, but Yoongi tries not to focus on that right now. "It was shitty of hyung not to correct you and you don't have anything to be embarrassed about, okay? I'm sorry."

"I guess I can hear your heartbeat, now that I'm listening for it, but I didn't even think about it before. I just assumed— um, you know. Jin-hyung is a little bit right about how pale you are," Jungkook finishes sheepishly.

Yoongi can't even find it in himself to be offended, but he does let himself smirk, says, "You're sitting there looking bright-eyed and sun-kissed and you think I'm a vampire because I'm pale? How does that work?"

"Hyung," Jungkook whines, nervously playing with one of Yoongi's rings now, ducking his head a little. "You also looked really wise? Does that help?"

"Okay, well, I'm going to leave you two kids to it, then," Seokjin says, a little softer, rubbing at the back of Jungkook's neck before he turns to leave. "If you do end up drinking from Yoongi, don't drain him, okay? He's a friend."

"Hey, same goes for Namjoon!" Yoongi calls after him, huffing out a laugh when Seokjin starts sputtering, eyes wide and guilty.

Jungkook is blushing after Seokjin leaves, still touching Yoongi's hand but not quite meeting his eyes.

Yoongi swallows, stomach tightening with something like nerves. Now that Jungkook knows he isn't a vampire, would he even want to bite him? Yoongi can't pretend he hasn't been thinking about it, having Jungkook's pretty mouth on his neck, feeling that pleasurable pull through his veins. Hell, even the idea of being Jungkook's first taste of human blood does something for Yoongi, nudges at some dark, possessive corner of his brain he's not entirely proud of.

"Your heartbeat just sped up," Jungkook says, soft with wonder, and Yoongi chokes on the drink he was sipping. "Ah, sorry! Wait, is that rude? Am I invading your, um, heartbeat privacy?"

Yoongi coughs, laughing and shaking his head. "No, no, you're fine. I don't mind. I was—" Yoongi pauses, makes himself meet Jungkook's eyes just to gauge his reaction. "I was actually thinking about you biting me."

Jungkook's lips part with a quiet oh, pupils dilating, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Yoongi thinks he catches a hint of fang before Jungkook's turning away, pink blooming across his cheeks. Okay, so maybe watching for Jungkook's reaction was a bad fucking idea.

"You'd let me?" Jungkook finally says, voice still soft, unsure. Yoongi is struck with fondness again, a weird urge to take care of Jungkook even though the vampire is clearly an adult, with his sharp face and broad chest and thick arms, could honestly just bend Yoongi over the nearest surface and—

"Yeah, I would," Yoongi rasps. He clears his throat, adds, "Do you want to move to a booth? There's no pressure either way, we could just talk if you want."

"No, yeah, I." Jungkook scrunches his face at his own confusing response and Yoongi laughs. "Yes, I want to. Please, Yoongi-hyung."

Yoongi bites back a groan, already regretting telling Jungkook to call him hyung when he keeps saying it like that, all soft and sweet in his mumbling voice. It's probably not a good idea to be going into an inevitably intimate situation already half-hard, but there's not much he can do, when Jungkook is staring at him with those dangerously wide eyes and licking his lips nervously, gaze dropping to Yoongi's neck like he can't help it.

The booths in question are at the back of the club, a little like photobooths or changing rooms in the sense that they're hidden by curtains, but there's enough room for a small couch in each, and a little set of drawers with first aid supplies and snacks. There's a security camera in the corner of each room, partly to monitor the safety of the humans being fed from but also to prevent the rooms from being used for sexual activity.

Which Yoongi is grateful for. Because sliding into a semi-private space with Jungkook fuels all kinds of sinful thoughts, especially when Jungkook is looking at him with both reverence and a piercing hunger he's struggling to mask now that they're close.

"How should we—" Jungkook asks, gesturing to the couch, and Yoongi hums and takes his hand, guides him to sit down. Jungkook does, eyes widening almost comically when Yoongi straddles Jungkook's lap, sitting back on his thighs so there's still a bit of space between them. The blush painting Jungkook's cheeks immediately darkens. "Oh."

"Is this okay? I know you're nervous, I figure this way you won't feel like you're holding me in place or anything," Yoongi says, starting to doubt himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. "But seriously, if you're uncomfortable — I literally just sat on you, what the hell, Min Yoongi — please just tell me—"

Jungkook laughs, a short sound, and shakes his head. "Hyung, no, it's fine. You're not heavy."

"Well good, because if you call me fat I don't think I want you to bite me after all."

Jungkook laughs again, face scrunching, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes making him look endearingly younger. "You're not fat! You're actually a little bony."

"Thanks, this is really getting me in the mood," Yoongi mutters, just to see Jungkook keep smiling.

"Ah, hyung, it's just..." Jungkook trails off, fixing his gaze somewhere around Yoongi's chest, his cheeks and the tips of his ears still rosy with his blush. "I don't have a lot of experience in, like, anything? You know. Having a hot guy in my lap so suddenly is overwhelming but. But good."

Yoongi swallows, doesn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes dart to his neck when Yoongi's pulse speeds up. "Now you're trying to flatter me? I'm already here, Kook-ah, there's no need for that."

Jungkook bites at his lip nervously, but when he finally meets Yoongi's eyes there's a heat in his gaze, an intensity behind his bright eyes that wasn't there before. "Hyung."


"Tell me if I'm reading this wrong. But can we... kiss a little bit, first?" His voice is soft and low, shy, but he doesn't drop his gaze. He lets Yoongi see how much he wants it, lets the hunger slip into his expression for a moment before he schools his face into something more patient, still waiting for an answer.

"You're not. Reading it wrong," Yoongi quickly adds, hands seeking out Jungkook's where they're gripping the couch cushion and twining their fingers together, squeezing gently. "Yeah, we can kiss first. You're okay, waiting a little longer to feed?"

The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitches, eyes heavy like he's just waiting for Yoongi to lean in before he slides them shut. "Will you laugh if I tell you that I want to taste you before I, ah, taste you?"

Yoongi does laugh, then, and as soon as Jungkook's lips form a little pout, Yoongi surges forward, ducks his head and fits his lips over Jungkook's.

Jungkook inhales sharply through his nose and kisses back, softer than Yoongi was expecting, given the heat behind his eyes. He's almost— pliant, letting Yoongi lead the kisses and taking what he's given, making soft noises in his throat when Yoongi sucks hard at his lower lip and lets go of Jungkook's hands, grabs for the back of the couch to brace himself instead.

"Hyung," Jungkook sighs between kisses, lips wet, ears red. "Can I—"

"Anything," Yoongi blurts out, realizing with a terrifying kind of clarity that he means it.

But Jungkook just fits his hands around Yoongi's waist, holds him like that while they kiss until Jungkook is suddenly pulling away, hiding his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder.

"Jungkook? Okay?"

"My fangs are out," Jungkook mumbles, voice low and embarrassed, muffled by Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi resists the urge to coo.

"Okay, well... you could always just. Use them. Since they're out and everything."

Jungkook snorts, finally lifting his face, making a pained expression. "Yoongi-hyung. That was terrible. Why did I go to you for advice again?"

"Yah, I'm just trying to lighten the mood!"

Jungkook hums, and the hunger is back on his face, the wicked heat behind his eyes. Yoongi thinks, up close like this, lips red and wet from kissing, Jungkook looks more like a predator than ever. He is only mildly ashamed of the heat that jolts into his belly at the thought.

"Where can I bite you?"

"Anywhere you're comfortable," Yoongi answers, and then tilts his head back, just a little, just to see. Jungkook's throat bobs with a swallow.

"I'll—I'll be gentle," Jungkook says, voice raspier already, eyes dark. It takes all of Yoongi's self-control not to rock his hips down where he's still straddling Jungkook's lap.

"I know. You'll be so good for me, I'm not worried. Go on," Yoongi says, and Jungkook lets out a shuddery breath, burying his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck and just nuzzling at first, nose dragging over the sensitive skin. Yoongi is embarrassed how even that light touch makes him ache, stomach a tangle of twisting heat.

Jungkook fits his lips over the skin of Yoongi's neck and sucks a messy kiss, leaves the skin wet and tingling. Yoongi opens his mouth to— beg? moan? he's not even sure, but any sound is cut off when Jungkook's teeth sink in, quick and clean, a brief sting followed by an overwhelming heat that has Yoongi gasping out.

Logically, Jungkook isn't even drinking that deeply — the sucking pulls are gentle, almost sensually slow with how careful Jungkook's being. But the sudden heat courses through him with an intensity his body isn't prepared for, mind immediately clouding with arousal. Having a vampire drink from him has never felt like this before. Has never felt like so much.

"Jungkook, Jungkook—" Yoongi pants, forcing his hips to keep still, to not rut forward with the desperate need for relief. He feels one more last, dragging pull through his veins and then Jungkook's breath hitches hotly against his neck, the vampire's hips jerking underneath him. A soft whimper follows, and it takes a second for Yoongi's brain, sluggish with pleasure, to catch up.

Jungkook licks over the bites, cleaning any spilled drops of blood, and Yoongi finally manages to grit out, "Did you just— Jungkook. Sweetheart. Did you come in your pants?"

He's expecting miserable embarrassment, maybe some whining. He is not expecting for Jungkook to slide his hands to the small of Yoongi's back, trying to press their bodies closer, voice low and satisfied when he says, "Yeah."

"Just— from drinking?" Yoongi can't help the disbelief in his voice. Or the fact he's still so turned on that thinking is really difficult right now.

"You taste so good, Yoongi-hyung," Jungkook sighs. "Smelled good and felt so good and—and I could taste that you wanted me, I don't know how, but it was so good."

"Oh." Yoongi closes his eyes, lets Jungkook brush gentle kisses over his neck and only stops him when Jungkook tries to pull Yoongi's body closer, humming happily when their hips line up. "Jungkook-ah, not here, okay?"

Jungkook seems to be in his own post-feeding daze because his forehead scrunches in confusion, lips pouting. "But I want hyung to feel good too. I can smell it, you're hard."

"Fuck," Yoongi swears. "You can't just say that."

Jungkook grins. "Why not? You smell good. I like it."

"I—I like it too, but just... not here. We could literally be walked in on at any second." Yoongi remembers the camera in the corner, and something like mortified panic seizes his chest. "Oh my god, you have to get Seokjin-hyung to delete that footage."

Jungkook tips his head back and laughs, but he relaxes his hold on Yoongi's hips, licks his lips and smiles at Yoongi with a gentleness that doesn't match the wicked glint in his eyes. "They probably couldn't even see anything, and I'm the one who came in my pants, remember? Ugh, and why am I not dying of embarrassment right now? Your blood is so dangerous, hyung. I feel... floaty. Do you think I could fly?"

Yoongi can't help it, he laughs. It's normal for Jungkook to be experiencing a kind of high, feeding off a human for the first time, but it's still adorable to watch. "Okay, here's what's going to happen. We're both going to do a very quick walk-of-shame to the bathroom to clean up, and then we're going to trade numbers, and then I'm going to take you on a date this weekend, if you're free. If you want to. How does that sound?"

"Oh," Jungkook says, face softening, his smile genuine and pleased. "Really?"

Yoongi finds himself returning the smile. "I mean, I kind of hoped the making out would make it obvious, but yeah, I like you. I'd like to see you again. And do this again, except maybe in a more private setting?"

"I have a hot hyung on my lap who wants me to drink his blood again, am I dreaming? This seems like a dream," Jungkook mutters, and Yoongi huffs out a laugh, smacking Jungkook's shoulder.

They do eventually get up and head to the bathroom together, and even though Jungkook steals a few kisses after he's cleaned up as best as he can, Yoongi refuses to get off in the bathroom of a place called Twilight. He splashes cold water on his face and tries to look at Jungkook as little as possible (even when Jungkook tries to 'help' Yoongi calm down by making ugly faces in the mirror, which is just adorable, what the hell), and finally they head back out, looking for the people they came with.

Jungkook busies himself with feeding Yoongi snacks (cheerfully handed to him by an employee after she notices the bite marks on Yoongi's neck) even though Yoongi insists he's not feeling dizzy from blood loss. It's cute, though, the way Jungkook frets, says Just let me take care of you, hyung as he presses another cookie to Yoongi's lips, staring shamelessly at Yoongi's mouth when he eats it. They finally spot their friends, coming down from the stairway to Seokjin's office. Seokjin looks exactly the same as before, except maybe a little pinker, but Namjoon's hair is mussed up, his eyes dazed, his smile dimpled and dopey. Seokjin nabs a bag of snacks for Namjoon as well and Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Have a nice night?" Yoongi asks, startling Namjoon, and Jungkook snickers next to him.

"Ah, well. Um."

Seokjin slides an arm smoothly around Namjoon's shoulders, says, "And how about you, Yoongi-yah? Did Jungkookie treat you right?"

"Hyung— " Jungkook hisses, but Yoongi is distracted, narrowing his eyes and stepping closer to Namjoon.

"You don't have any marks on your neck or arms. But he obviously bit you. Where...?"

Namjoon blinks, making the mistake of glancing down, and Yoongi must make a face, because Jungkook starts laughing.

"Oh, for the love of— it was just his thigh, nothing scandalous. Stop laughing, brat!" Seokjin snaps, no real anger behind his voice, and Jungkook just cackles in delight. "Anyway, what were you doing? You think I can't still smell traces of—"

"Okay well it's time to head out, right, Joon-ah?" Yoongi says loudly, and Seokjin rolls his eyes but thankfully doesn't finish. They're all a little red now, a little giddy from earlier, and it's nice. Yoongi turns to Jungkook and says, "I'll call you later, okay?" and Jungkook smiles, keeps smiling even as Yoongi presses a soft kiss to his lips.

Seokjin and Namjoon don't kiss before they part, but Seokjin does give his ass a particularly hard pat, and Yoongi's face screws up in disgust again. Seokjin doesn't look apologetic in the slightest, which isn't surprising, but Namjoon reaches around and gives him a pat on the ass back, which is surprising. It's Jungkook who finally separates them, dragging Seokjin away with a laugh.

"C'mon, you're traumatizing Yoongi-hyung, let's go."

It's a little hard to leave Jungkook behind, and Namjoon must catch the glances Yoongi keeps throwing behind him as they leave, watching Jungkook squirm in obvious embarrassment as he talks to Seokjin across the room. Namjoon nudges Yoongi with his shoulder once they're outside, fixing him with a knowing smile.


Namjoon shakes his head. "It's cute. You really like him, don't you, hyung?"

Yoongi wants to blurt a denial, to stop the heat that creeps into his face, but the indignation never comes. He feels light, and not because Jungkook drank too much, but because he hasn't had a crush like this in so long. His stomach flutters, thinking about Jungkook's scrunching smile, his wide eyes, his laugh. He wants to get to know Jungkook. He wants to kiss him until his lips are swollen, wants to pet his fingers through Jungkook's dark hair and feel Jungkook's mouth on his neck again. Yoongi can't remember the last time he's wanted someone this much.

"Yeah," Yoongi finally answers, a warmth that inexplicably feels like sunshine spreading all the way down to his toes. "Yeah, I do."

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"Bowling?" Yoongi asks, and Jungkook must be getting too used to him, because as indifferent as Yoongi tries to sound when he repeats the word over the phone, Jungkook's already whining in his ear, "Oh c'mon, what's wrong with bowling?"

"Well it's physical activity, for one—"

"You used to play basketball! Jin-hyung told me."

"I also used to have anime posters in my bedroom, what's your point?"

"Ah, hyung," Jungkook says, but Yoongi can hear the smile in his voice, can imagine the cute scrunch of his nose and the corners of his eyes. Yoongi's chest gives a warm little twinge he's come to associate with thinking about Jungkook. ("He gives me chest pains," Yoongi told Namjoon the other day, to which Namjoon calmly replied, "They call those feelings, hyung.")

"You know I'm teasing, right? Bowling sounds fun. Did you have any other plans for our second date?"

Yoongi had made the plans for their first date, both of them giddy to see each other again on Saturday after texting back and forth all week, only it kind of turned out to be a complete disaster. A nighttime walk by the river sounded nice in theory — simple and romantic, with plenty of opportunity to talk and get to know each other — but after a shared bottle of soju Yoongi realized that just because vampires could still drink alcohol didn't mean Jungkook could.

Yoongi had his arms full of a very drunk, sleepy vampire that he ended up half-carrying to the bus to get home, apologizing again for the way the date turned out and leaving a sulky Jungkook on Seokjin's doorstep with a kiss on the cheek.

So Yoongi has given Jungkook full creative control of their second date, as long as there's no alcohol involved. He admittedly was expecting something more along the lines of puppy cafe than bowling, based on Jungkook's endearing personality (and from the way he fell to the ground in pure happiness when he met a dog during their first date), but after near-poisoning the young vampire the least he can do is tag along with whatever makes Jungkook happy.

Jungkook's been quiet for a minute, and Yoongi almost repeats his question asking about their plans when Jungkook finally says in a mumble, "Ah, it's a bit weird."

Yoongi clicks his tongue. "Mm, what is?"

"You—You know how you said you wouldn't mind if the date ended with me feeding from you?" Jungkook says it in a soft voice, but heat still tugs sharp in Yoongi's belly at the words, at the very idea of Jungkook drinking from him. Yoongi's thought about it more than he cares to admit since that first time, stomach clenching when he recalls the dark pleasure of it, the intensity, the intimacy. Yoongi may have played it cool when they discussed it, said he didn't mind, but truthfully, every time he's jerked off thinking about Jungkook the past two weeks, biting has come up in his fantasies.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Okay, so..." Jungkook trails off, sighing before he finally blurts out, "I want to take you out for lamb skewers."

"Okay? That's not weird." It's come up before that they both like them, and it's sweet that Jungkook remembered.

"No, it's more like. I want to take you out for lamb skewers, since I can't actually eat them anymore, you know, because of the vampire thing, and then I want to—"

"Oh," Yoongi interrupts, realization dawning. "Jungkook-ah. You're hoping my blood will taste like lamb skewers?"

"I told you it's weird," Jungkook groans, but Yoongi laughs softly, falls back on his bed and feels that warm chest twinge again.

"It's not weird. It's sweet. Does it even work like that?"

"I don't... really know, but I'm willing to sacrifice you to try," Jungkook says gravely. Yoongi laughs again.

"That sounds nice. Do you want to come back to mine after dinner?" Jungkook makes a funny strangled noise over the phone, and Yoongi raises his eyebrows even though the other can't see him do it. "Kook-ah?"

"Yeah," Jungkook finally says with another little sigh, an embarrassed hum. Yoongi realizes the question flustered him, and his lips tug up into a pleased smirk. "Your place is good."

"Good." There's a comfortable silence, and then Yoongi says in a lower voice, fingers idly playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants, "Jungkook-ah."


Yoongi keeps his voice to a gravelly whisper. "Hyung can't wait to see you again."

There's a kind of exasperated snorting noise on the phone that isn't really attractive at all, and then Jungkook's saying, "You can't just say stuff like that!"

Yoongi laughs, and lets himself picture a pretty pink blush coloring Jungkook's cheeks.



Yoongi somehow manages to wait until the evening of the date before he panics, which is much better than the first date, where he called Hoseok over a whole day in advance just to plan his outfit.

"I don't know why you ask for my help, you hate my style."

Yoongi frowns. It's true, Hoseok's dress-up style is a bit eccentric, although Yoongi envies how good he looks in relaxed clothes, like now. Hoseok came over after an afternoon dance class, still in sweats and skin glistening a little, but what would be gross on a normal person just kind of makes Hoseok glow attractively.

"I don't hate your style. I mean... I don't love it," Yoongi says, and then quickly adds, "But you know what looks good on someone else. Just work your magic and make me look like I'm not four years older than the hot vampire I'm dating, please."

Hoseok laughs, a sweet smile still on his face when he gets up and goes through Yoongi's closet with him. "You're so dramatic, hyung. From what Joonie has said about your vampire, he'll be smitten no matter what you wear."

"Shut up," Yoongi mumbles, ignoring Hoseok's knowing look and the heat in his own face. "So, jeans?"

"Wear the black ones with rips, show off your pale girl-group legs."

Yoongi groans. "I'm already regretting this."

"Can I do your makeup? Oh! And wear your nice earrings, and your leather jacket, definitely—"

"Hah, okay, one thing at a time," Yoongi says, eyes widening when Hoseok suddenly pushes him out of his own bedroom and into the hallway.

"Just go, I've got this. Shower with that nice soap you have, okay? Vampires are sensitive to smell. Bye!"

Yoongi blinks as Hoseok shuts the door, leaving Yoongi with no real choice but to do what his friend says.



Yoongi shows up at the bowling alley ten minutes before they agreed to meet, clean and styled into something decently presentable (Hoseok called him a "hot little twink," which Yoongi isn't entirely proud of, but he's not not proud of it either). He texts Jungkook that he's getting them a lane and shoes, and is bent over tying the obnoxiously glowing shoelaces — something about glow bowling and turning on blacklights that makes Yoongi glad he's dressed in all-black — when a voice in front of him says, "Holy shit Yoongi-hyung your knees are glowing."

Yoongi's automatic reaction is to frown down at himself. His skin tone may be on the ghostlier side of pale, sure, but his knees are certainly not glowing—

And then he looks up at Jungkook, and his anger just kind of immediately fizzles out.

"You're gorgeous," Yoongi blurts out, and watches as a flush blooms in Jungkook's cheeks, all rosy pink, eyes a little wider with surprise.

He feels about as stunned as the first time he saw Jungkook, and the second, and wonders if he'll ever be able to look at Jungkook and not be taken aback by how attractive he is. He's actually wearing less makeup than usual — maybe a little bit around his eyes, still, and something that's making his lips glisten pink — and only has two small hoop earrings in, hair looking softer and more relaxed as well. Yoongi wants to run his fingers through it badly.

(He doesn't miss the fact Jungkook is staring at him too, doesn't miss the bob of Jungkook's throat when he swallows and lets his gaze drag up Yoongi's body, to his face, eyes meeting and Yoongi shivering from the want he sees there. Jungkook looks at him with open hunger, with awe, and Yoongi isn't sure if he'll ever get used to that, either.)

Jungkook's outfit is simple — a white t-shirt tucked into tight jeans (and it's a shirt that actually fits him, so it must not be one from the exclusive Collection Of White T-Shirts he's heard so much about) and a black jacket he's already shrugging off. Why is he taking his jacket off? Why is he exposing his arms? In public? Is it normal for Yoongi to be equal parts intimidated and turned on?

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks after a second, and Yoongi realizes he's still bent over his shoes just staring at Jungkook, mouth not quite closed. He nods, sitting up, trying to look everywhere but at Jungkook's biceps that peek out from his t-shirt sleeves. Holy hell. Yoongi is too old for this.

"Just a warning, I'm going to be terrible at this," Yoongi informs him, watching Jungkook test the weight of some bowling balls, and Jungkook gives him a bright grin.

"I'll just teach you! It's fun, I've always wanted—" Jungkook cuts off, then, looking suddenly bashful.

"What? You always wanted...?"

"To go on a bowling date with someone," Jungkook finishes, shrugging. He's still shy about his inexperience, 21-years-old and with only a few awkward high school dates under his belt, but Yoongi always reassures him that he doesn't mind. And he doesn't, when he's the one who gets to give Jungkook experiences like this. (The soju incident notwithstanding.)

"Well, you've got me here, so let's do this."

Jungkook beams, all white teeth and scrunched cheeks, and Yoongi anticipates the warm twinge in his chest even before he feels it this time.

It starts out about as well as Yoongi expects, with him rolling the ball straight into the gutter on his turn and then Jungkook launching his ball and using some kind of vampire magic to make it curve and strike the right pins at the last moment.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh. "It's not vampire magic, it's physics. Just try to get more centered, yeah, like—" And then Jungkook has his hands on Yoongi's waist, guiding him over where he wants him, sliding a palm down Yoongi's leg to fix his stance. Yoongi flushes at the flip in his stomach, being — for lack of a better word — manhandled like this, having Jungkook pressed up close behind him. It feels like a clichéd moment from the lead couple in a drama, except Jungkook is very real and possibly very earnestly trying to help Yoongi bowl better. His hands just also happen to be gripping Yoongi's waist, and touching his arm, his breath warm when his lips brush Yoongi's ear to tell him how to throw.

After a beat of silence Jungkook whispers, in a low voice that betrays just how caught Yoongi is, "Yoongi-hyung... your heart is beating really fast. Are you even concentrating at all?"

"Not really," Yoongi mutters, wondering how horrified the older couple two lanes over would be if Yoongi turned around right now and kissed Jungkook hard on the mouth.

"Oh." Jungkook's cheeky confidence seems to falter for a second, and then he says, lips brushing the shell of Yoongi's ear again, "You smell really, really good, by the way."

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi says, voice raspy, "do you—"

"Um, maybe I should let go of you now," Jungkook interrupts with an apologetic squeeze to Yoongi's waist. "The guy over there with the acorn pouch is giving us a really weird look."

Yoongi is annoyed, initially, ready to glare at anyone giving them a weird look, but then Jungkook's words actually register. Acorn pouch. Who the hell else...

Yoongi turns around to face Jungkook, eyebrows furrowed. "What guy?"

"Over at the bar, right there," Jungkook mumbles, and Yoongi finally realizes where Jungkook is looking and groans out loud.

"I'm going to kill him."

Jungkook seems alarmed. "I mean it's not like—like a super angry look or anything, just kind of unsettling—"

"No, I mean. That's my friend, Hoseok, who followed me here to spy on me. My ex-friend."

"Oh." Jungkook reaches up to touch his ear — a nervous gesture, one Yoongi is familiar with now — and asks, "Is he, um, worried about you because... of me?"

It takes Yoongi a few seconds to realize Jungkook is referring to the fact he's a vampire, the very real prejudices some people still hold. "What? No, no, that's not what I— Ah, Kook." Yoongi gives him a soft smile. "He followed me because he finds it hard to believe I'm actually dating someone."

Jungkook frowns. "Do I need to fight him?"

Yoongi resists the urge to laugh. "You made fun of me for never leaving my apartment just this morning, but now you're defending me?"

"That's different, I'm allowed. Right, hyung? I'm allowed, right?"

Yoongi darts forward, risks shocking anyone who might be paying attention to them in order to press a quick kiss to Jungkook's pouting lips. "Of course you are. Hobi means well... I'm just annoyed with him. But it seems like he's busy now, anyway," he says, nodding over to where two very attractive guys, both with brightly colored hair, are making conversation with a suddenly flustered-looking Hoseok. Jungkook makes a kind of surprised squawking noise right next to him.

"Oh my god, they found him. Hyung, your friend is so doomed," Jungkook mumbles.

"Doomed? You know them?"

Jungkook bites his lip, hesitating before he explains. "Well, ah, you know Jin-hyung kicked all of us out of the house earlier so he could have private time with Joonie-hyung—"

"Gross," Yoongi says, out of habit, even though he really is happy for his friend.

"But I didn't think they'd follow me here! They must have used their magic—"

Yoongi is officially lost. "Magic?"

Jungkook lowers his voice when he says, "Tae-hyung and Jimin-hyung are fairies."

"Oh," Yoongi says, and then, "Oh shit. Hoseok is so doomed."

"It's not like they'll hurt him, but—" Jungkook trails off, and they both glance over to where the fairy with pink hair is giggling loudly, having draped himself over Hoseok's lap, and the fairy with blue hair is staring at him intensely as they talk, a grin on his handsome face and Hoseok's hand held in his. "But they're pretty shameless."

"Yeah, I'm starting to see that," Yoongi says with a short laugh. "Serves him right for spying on us. Anyway, what were we doing? Kissing?"

"Bowling, hyung," Jungkook corrects him, but he's smiling, face scrunched with it. "Try not to suck so bad this time."

"The disrespect," Yoongi mumbles, shuffling forward and throwing the ball down the center of the lane with both hands, successfully knocking a couple pins down. Jungkook bursts into laughter, and Yoongi continues to bowl like a toddler while Jungkook destroys him with his legitimate bowling skills. (Not that Yoongi minds, when he gets to stare at Jungkook's arms as he does it.)

Yoongi does manage to get a strike before their first game is over, and Jungkook surprises him by picking him up around the waist to celebrate, lifting him easily while Yoongi's hands fumble to grab at Jungkook's shoulders, body warming at how easily Jungkook holds him, how strong he must be. As if the glimpses of his biceps all evening weren't enough.

Yoongi's heart is pounding hard enough for him to hear it in his own ears and Jungkook slowly lowers him, a blush flooding his cheeks, hands lingering at Yoongi's waist and eyes dark and hungry.

It's reckless and wonderful, how much Yoongi wants Jungkook, how easily the sweet vampire can get him worked up. Jungkook politely doesn't comment on Yoongi's heart rate, but he doesn't shy away from touching him the rest of the night, either, and Yoongi is grateful for it. Frustrated as hell, but grateful.



They leave bowling after their second game, both of them snickering over a message from Hoseok (who disappeared a while ago) that simply says, holy shit i think im in love.

"Doomed," Jungkook repeats, shaking his head, and Yoongi grins and takes Jungkook's hand, leaning into him on the train, uncaring of who sees them now. Jungkook flushes, just a little, and the shy smile he gives Yoongi tempts him to skip their dinner plans altogether and go straight back to his place.

Jungkook is pretty adamant about feeding Yoongi, though. They go to a small restaurant within walking distance of Yoongi's apartment, and sit next to each other at a table in the corner. Jungkook seems happy to let Yoongi take over grilling, seems to be in a good mood in general for someone watching meat cook that he can't eat.

"Jin-hyung said when I'm older my stomach will be able to tolerate little bits of human food, you know, just for the flavor, but that could be years from now," Jungkook says with a little sigh, poking at some dumplings (which Yoongi is still pretty sure Jungkook only ordered so he could grin and say, Yoongi-hyung, these look like you). "I miss ramen too. Is that weird? That I'm a supernatural predator now and I'm complaining about missing instant ramen?"

Yoongi smiles softly, nudges his leg against Jungkook's. "Nah, it's not weird. Are you sure you're okay with watching me eat? If you'd rather, I can just—"

"No," Jungkook interrupts, looking suddenly very serious when he takes a skewer from the top rack, already fully cooked, and blows on it once before holding it up to Yoongi's mouth. "I—I wanted to come here and watch hyung eat, I don't mind, really." His cheeks are pink but his gaze is still determined when he meets Yoongi's eyes and says, "Please?"

Yoongi swallows, and then parts his lips to take a piece of meat from the top of the skewer, enjoying the savory taste as he chews. Jungkook's eyes never leave his, and Yoongi feels a little shiver run through him, desperately hoping he doesn't start associating barbecue with Jungkook's heated gaze. That would definitely present some problems in the future.


Yoongi licks his lips, catches Jungkook's eyes following the movement. "Yeah, it—it is really good. Actually, hold on." Yoongi reaches up to pull off his beanie, running his fingers through his hair once despite the fact it's probably a lost cause. He holds the beanie up in front of his face, watching Jungkook's head tilt in confusion, and then Yoongi's dragging Jungkook forward with a hand on the back of his neck, bringing their mouths together in a short, deep kiss with the beanie mostly blocking their faces from the view of the other restaurant patrons.

Yoongi pulls back, face warm, stomach giving a happy flip at the absolutely dazed expression on Jungkook's flushed face. "Tasty?"

Jungkook's eyes widen in realization. "You just kissed me so I could— hyung. That's so sweet. What the hell!"

Yoongi laughs, tugging his beanie back over his head, still smiling when Jungkook reaches up to fix the hair peeking out from the edges of Yoongi's hat. "Maybe I just wanted to kiss you."

"Uh huh." Jungkook licks his lips, finally glancing away from Yoongi to play with some of the skewers still turning over the charcoal. "Thank you," he says after a minute, voice soft. "I'm sorry for ordering tofu and dumplings just to make fun of you."

"I fucking knew it—" Yoongi mutters and Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back with a delighted cackle that means he probably isn't really sorry at all.

They talk and laugh some more, mostly over stories of their friends, and Yoongi eats until he's full, helplessly endeared by Jungkook's proud smile when he pays for the meal. They start their walk back to Yoongi's apartment, the weather cooperating for once so they're not too cold, both of them enjoying themselves despite the nervous energy between them.

(Jungkook meets another dog and refuses to move on until he's told the poodle he's a good boy at least six times. Yoongi's heart just kind of melts at the sight.)

Yoongi grabs Jungkook's hand when they're taking the elevator up to his apartment, doesn't let go even when he stops in his doorway, squinting at Jungkook before he asks, "Wait, do I have to formally invite you in?"

"Ah, hyung," Jungkook whines, pushing past him, stepping out of his shoes and taking in Yoongi's small apartment — the simple furniture, the upright piano in the corner, the one cactus in the window that Namjoon gave him as a joke but Yoongi's grown weirdly attached to. "That's not cute, that's offensive."

"So I probably shouldn't ask you if you want something to drink next, huh?"

Jungkook tries to glare, but then Yoongi's shrugging out of his leather jacket, left in just a tight black t-shirt. He takes off the beanie too, runs his hand through his hair to fluff it, and Jungkook is just. Still staring.

"Something wrong?"

"I like your— belt," Jungkook blurts out, looking horrified with himself after he says it, and Yoongi's stomach twists warmly.

"Jungkook-ah." He steps closer, watches Jungkook's eyelashes flutter, his throat bobbing with a swallow. "You know there's no pressure to do anything tonight, right? You don't even have to drink from me if you don't want to. I have a couple blood bags in the fridge, we can just relax and watch a movie or something."

Jungkook shakes his head, gaze dropping to Yoongi's neck like he can't help it. "No, that's not— I mean, I'm nervous, but only because..." He trails off with a little whine, gesturing at Yoongi helplessly. "Have you seen yourself, hyung? With your face and your mouth and your tight jeans and the way you smell, god. I want this. A lot. That's okay, right?" he asks in a smaller voice, and Yoongi, still reeling a little from Jungkook's outburst, steps forward and pulls Jungkook in by the neck of his t-shirt, their lips meeting in a hard kiss. Jungkook kisses back eagerly, tries to chase Yoongi's mouth when he pulls back and Yoongi's lips quirk with a smile.

"Yeah, baby, it's okay. It's really okay. Want to move to my room?"

Jungkook nods, cheeks warm under Yoongi's palms when he cups Jungkook's face, kisses him once more before stepping back and leading Jungkook to his bedroom.

"It's clean," Jungkook mumbles, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I mean, I cleaned. So."

"But I like it," Jungkook adds, smirking a little when Yoongi reaches up to help Jungkook out of his own jacket. His eyes are dark and glittering, excited, even if his tongue is poking into his cheek in a gesture that could either be nerves or Jungkook's endearing attempt at seduction. "Smells like you."

Yoongi slides his hands down Jungkook's arms, circling his wrists, pulling him down onto the bed. Jungkook goes easily. "You really like the way I smell that much?"

"Ah, yeah, it's—" Yoongi interrupts Jungkook with a kiss, because seeing him on his bed makes arousal pulse hot, an ache low in his belly, and Yoongi is only so strong. "It's partly your cologne, or soap, or whatever that sweet smell is, but then also just... the way you smell in general?" Jungkook's face screws up a little. "It's hard to describe without sounding creepy."

Yoongi hums, hands on Jungkook's thighs now, greedily squeezing at the muscle through his jeans just to see Jungkook flush and squirm. "Try me."

"It's, um, it's." Jungkook's breath hitches, head tilting back a little when Yoongi starts to kiss his neck. "It's your skin smell, like just— clean, and warm, and nice, but also your blood." Yoongi lets his teeth scrape lightly over the front of Jungkook's throat, then, and Jungkook's hips buck, his voice coming out rough when he says, "Hyung, that's— I'm gonna—"

Jungkook's words are laced with desperation and Yoongi makes himself pull back, meets Jungkook's dark eyes and says, "You're really sensitive, huh?"

It's not a question, not really, and Jungkook just shudders and nods, glances away like he's embarrassed.

"Would you— Do you think you'd be able to come more than once, if I get you off with my mouth first? Before you drink?"

Jungkook's eyes widen, mouth dropping open. "You want to—"

"Suck you off, yeah. Then make you come again when you drink from me."

"Wow, um." Jungkook looks lost, flustered, a really fucking attractive mix of cute and devastatingly hot, and Yoongi darts in to suck at Jungkook's bottom lip until he finds his words again. "Yeah, I can come twice. Shit."

"Great, now take your pants off," Yoongi says, making sure his tone is teasing so Jungkook doesn't feel rushed or pressured. He's still painfully aware it's Jungkook's first time, and wants the experience to be good for him, to be safe. But he also wants Jungkook with an impatience that makes him feel like a teenager again, overwhelmed and eager for anything, everything.

Yoongi ends up getting undressed the same time Jungkook does, almost wanting to laugh when Jungkook freezes in the middle of wiggling his jeans down his legs to stare at Yoongi as he unbuckles his belt. With one eyebrow raised, Yoongi pulls his shirt off over his head and starts to push his pants and underwear down, body heating under the weight of Jungkook's stare.

Yoongi isn't particularly self-conscious, but when Jungkook still hasn't moved after a full minute, he reaches out and slaps Jungkook's bare thigh. That seems to startle him from having a staring contest with Yoongi's dick.

"This still okay?"

"Yeah," Jungkook breathes out, standing up to finally get his pants the rest of the way off, taking his t-shirt off next.

Fucking hell. Jungkook is ripped.

Yoongi stares, mouth open, shamelessly drinking in the sight of Jungkook's abs and his broad chest and shoulders and his arms and then he can't stand it anymore, surging forward to kiss him again, putting enough pressure behind the kiss that Jungkook moans into his mouth. Heat pours into his belly at the sound.

"These too?" Yoongi asks, voice embarrassingly raspy with need, his fingers tucked into the waistband of Jungkook's boxers. Jungkook nods, hair tickling Yoongi's cheek when he does, and Yoongi helps pull his underwear down and off, leaving them both naked, both more than halfway hard.

"You look so fucking good, what the fuck," Yoongi complains, and Jungkook laughs, breathless, fingers grabbing helplessly at Yoongi's shoulders when Yoongi suddenly drops down to his knees.

"Oh, hyung, that's—"

Yoongi slides his hands up Jungkook's thighs, feels the muscle tense beneath his fingers. "Too much?"

Jungkook quickly shakes his head. "You just— you don't mind?"

Yoongi grins, leans in to drag the flat of his tongue over the swollen head of Jungkook's cock, tasting pre-come, feeling a shudder run through Jungkook's body. "Are you seriously asking me if I mind? Jungkook-ah. Hyung really wants to, okay? As long as it feels good for you."

And then Yoongi sinks his mouth around Jungkook's cock, and the soft gasp that fills his ears, the shaky moan that follows it, makes Yoongi's own dick throb.

Jungkook is careful to keep his hands on Yoongi's shoulders, to keep his hips from bucking, but Yoongi slides his hands up to the back of Jungkook's thighs and encourages him to move. Yoongi's good at this, he knows — likes the weight and heat of Jungkook filling his mouth, sliding over his tongue, the way saliva pools and Jungkook's soft moans get louder, higher in pitch. He likes making his partner feel good in general, but having someone as strong and gorgeous as Jungkook trembling with pleasure so quickly is something else entirely. Yoongi lets his hands wander, slide up to grab at the tight muscle of Jungkook's ass, and all it takes is a finger brushing between his cheeks, a gentle, dry pressure over his hole, for Jungkook to cry out and curl forward, coming in Yoongi's mouth.

Jungkook's cock pulses over his tongue and Yoongi swallows, pulls back to catch his breath (and ease the near-soreness in his jaw) and licks Jungkook clean, feeling each shiver of oversensitivity that runs through him.

Jungkook doesn't say anything right away, but Yoongi goes with his gut instinct and stands up, pulls Jungkook into his body and rubs his back as he comes down from his orgasm, burying a whimper into the side of Yoongi's neck.

"Hey, Kook-ah, sweetheart. Okay?"

"Yeah," Jungkook breathes out, nuzzling at Yoongi's neck, absently kissing there. "Wow. Felt so— wow."

Jungkook doesn't sound freaked out at all, so Yoongi lets himself tease, says, "You really liked when I touched here, huh?" and pulls him open with one hand, fingers digging into the fleshy part of his ass. Jungkook whines, ears a dark red from embarrassment, eyes heavy and unfocused. "Not tonight, but— next time, maybe? Hyung can show you just how good it can feel, or help you do it to hyung, whatever you want."

Jungkook finally pulls away, eyes flashing dark, and Yoongi realizes with a deep throb of heat that Jungkook's fangs are out.

Yoongi swallows, can't help the way his pulse speeds up. "Hungry, sweetheart?"

Jungkook doesn't answer, but he lets himself be led back to the bed, eyes widening when Yoongi settles back into the pillows, pulling Jungkook on top of him. Jungkook's body cages him in, strong and broad and tense, and Yoongi reaches between them, circles his long fingers around both their cocks — his hard and leaking, and Jungkook's stiffening up again, thick and unfairly pretty, hot against his own.

"Whenever you're ready," Yoongi tells him, jerking them off with slow, tight strokes. Jungkook gives Yoongi a look — heated, wild, desperately hungry — and then darts in to kiss Yoongi with a surprising amount of tenderness, maybe worried about accidentally nicking Yoongi with his teeth.

There's a familiar warm twinge in Yoongi's chest, and he smiles into the kiss, uses his free hand to cup Jungkook's cheek and stroke through his hair, slowly guiding his face closer to Yoongi's neck. Jungkook's breath hitches when he realizes what Yoongi's done.

"That's it, baby. There you go. Hyung's got you, okay?"

"You smell so good," Jungkook growls in a low voice, mouthing slowly down to Yoongi's pulse point, leaving a wet trail that has Yoongi's stomach clenching, hand speeding up a little between their bodies. "Yoongi-hyung."

"Go on," Yoongi says, hand stilling when Jungkook finally sinks his fangs in, the sharp sting followed by a flood of heat and pleasure.

Yoongi is vaguely aware of Jungkook moaning into his neck, his hips rocking down with clumsy shoves to fuck his cock against Yoongi's. The heat of Jungkook drinking burns so bright, pleasure surging through him in pulls and tugs, neck throbbing under Jungkook's mouth.

"Fuck," Yoongi swears, eyes shut tight, fingers spasming a little with the effort of remembering to jerk them both off, body tensing from all the building pleasure, the needy sounds Jungkook makes so close to his ear. The way the bite heightens his arousal is inescapable, but a darker little part of Yoongi's brain gets off on being used, too, on the knowledge that he's being fed from, that he's the only human who's given Jungkook that. "Fuck, fuck—"

It's over too soon, but Jungkook doesn't take his mouth away from Yoongi's neck after he licks the bite closed. He sucks hard kisses up to Yoongi's jaw, over the front of his throat, both of them sweating and breathing hard, hips moving together.

"Oh fuck, just like that—" Yoongi babbles, and Jungkook holds him down and comes with a gasp, spilling wet over Yoongi's cock and belly. Yoongi can't stand the heat of it, the way Jungkook doesn't stop moving even though he must be getting sensitive, especially after coming twice. Yoongi grabs helplessly at Jungkook's hair and lets the pleasure build, stomach tightening and twisting so much he can't breathe, until he's finally coming.

His head drops back, mouth open, bright heat flaring with each drag of Jungkook's cock against until he's finished coming, panting hard, neck sore and wet from Jungkook's mouth.

"Give me sixty seconds and then I promise I'll go get you some orange juice," Jungkook says with a shaky breath, and Yoongi laughs so hard that tears sting his eyes.

"Ai, I was serious, blood loss is no joke—"

"Just— shut up and cuddle me. Please. God, you're adorable."

Yoongi finally lets himself look down at Jungkook, arms wrapped around Yoongi, chin resting on his chest. He's flushed and looks a little sleepy, eyes heavy-lidded and hair sticking to his forehead, smile definitely pleased. He looks a little wild, and happy. He looks good.

"Can't believe you taste even better than you smell," Jungkook says with a sigh, turning his head to rest his cheek on Yoongi's chest. Yoongi pets his fingers through Jungkook's hair, slides a hand down his side and then raises his eyebrows when Jungkook huffs out a breathless giggle.


"Shut up, I'm not telling you that. You'll use it against me."

"So that's a yes."

"Ah, hyung," Jungkook whines, but he's still smiling, eyes scrunched, terribly beautiful like this. The warm twinge in Yoongi's chest has possibly turned into a full ache now, and Yoongi wonders how he can feel so strongly for someone he's known for so short a time. And then he stares at Jungkook's eyes, the way his gaze drops shyly and he stands up, mumbling something about orange juice, and— fuck, it's not a surprise at all that Yoongi already cares for him so much.

Yoongi stares shamelessly as Jungkook cleans them up half-heartedly with tissues, pulling on his boxers and disappearing from the room. Yoongi doesn't have the heart to yell out to Jungkook that he doesn't have any orange juice, but is pleasantly surprised when Jungkook comes back two minutes later with a bottle of vitamin water and some chips.

"C'mon, sit up," Jungkook says, settling on the bed and pulling Yoongi up by his forearms, grinning brightly when Yoongi groans. "Did I wear you out already, hyung?" Sure, he says hyung, but Yoongi hears it as old man and narrows his eyes.

"Yah, you can't drink my blood and then disrespect me."

"I would never disrespect you," Jungkook answers with a smile that says otherwise, and he opens the bottle of water, handing it to Yoongi.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, gaze dropping down to Jungkook's stomach after he takes a sip. "Your chiseled abs are disrespecting me enough, thanks."

Jungkook groans, some mix of exasperation and embarrassment. "I just like working out, it's not— and anyway, have you seen your body? How is that fair?"

Yoongi feels his face warm, and he sets the water down, pulling Jungkook back on top of him. He likes the weight and warmth of Jungkook so close, even when there's a moment of figuring out where to put their legs, how to avoid bony elbows digging into tender skin. He's glad Jungkook is already that comfortable with him, to cuddle like this with bare skin pressed against bare skin. Yoongi selfishly wishes they could be like this more often, but what they have is still so new, boundaries not quite set. (Maybe Yoongi should text Hoseok for advice on how all this works, since he's the more social one, although... since his friend seems ready to marry two fairies he's only just met, maybe not.)

"Flattering me won't get you another orgasm," Yoongi finally says, and Jungkook huffs out a little laugh, eyes bright with something like mischief.

"What about kissing?"

"Hmm, maybe. Hey, shouldn't you be heading out? Will Seokjin-hyung be worried?" Yoongi regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, chest already twisting unpleasantly at the thought of Jungkook leaving, and he wonders if it's the same for Jungkook, from the little frown on his lips, the furrow between his eyebrows.

"No, I already texted him, it's fine. I was hoping... if hyung doesn't mind, maybe I could stay the night?" Jungkook ducks his head, like he's shy to even bring it up. "I can sleep on the couch."

"Jungkook-ah, baby, no, that's—" Yoongi cuts off his rambling, cups Jungkook's face between his hands and feels his stomach swoop when Jungkook nuzzles into one of his palms. "Of course I want you to stay. Here, in bed with me, and not on the shitty couch. If... ah, that's okay with you."

"I like you a lot," Jungkook mutters, kissing the middle of Yoongi's palm, finally meeting his gaze and smiling slowly. "Can't you just ask me to be your boyfriend already?"

"I thought—" Yoongi feels suddenly very stupid for not realizing what he's left unsaid. He just assumed, after their first date— but how would Jungkook know? How is it any different from Jungkook assuming that they weren't exclusive from the fact they never brought up being boyfriends? Yoongi knows his heart is beating a little faster, and that Jungkook can hear the difference, when he says, "Shit. Kook-ah. Be my boyfriend?"

"Well, okay, if you insist," Jungkook replies quickly. He laughs at Yoongi's expression — relief, mostly, and maybe a tiny bit of exasperated fondness — and finally, finally leans up and in, kissing him on the mouth, lips fitting sweetly around Yoongi's.

This time, when the warm ache flares bright in Yoongi's chest, he answers it by holding Jungkook tight and kissing him until his lips are sore, until they get sleepy and Jungkook mumbles, "You taste so much better than lamb skewers, anyway," before they're drifting off together.