Jungkook's been a vampire for like a week. There's a stiff learning curve. So far he's figured out that sunlight's deadly, garlic's poisonous, animals are afraid of him, even his dog whom he's known for six years, and he can no longer mingle with humans, having to move off his campus. But there are good things too; for one, he no longer needs face creams or acne washes. His skin is amazing now. His food bills have gone down since all he requires is blood which is supplied by the KVS twice a week. His eyesight is fixed and he can run forty miles an hour.
So there are pros and cons.
Today, Jungkook's just finished moving into his new house, a vampire's only neighborhood, and he's surprised by the luxury of the place, considering it's free. Tonight, he has to go a neighboorhood gathering, and he's not sure what to wear or expect. Jungkook opts for a black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes, and a black hat. Vampires like black right?
But when he gets there, to the town hall, he realizes what a mistake he's made. Everyone's wearing Gucci and the favorite color is not black but red, fountains of it. There doesn't seem to be any organization, vampires socializing with chutes of blood in between their fingers, wearing the latest styles. It's more like a party than a meeting.
Jungkook's a little lost, a little shy. He wonders where he should go, what he should do. That's when he spots a vampire in the crowd, sitting all by himself, looking a bit serious and sullen. He seems the safest to talk too, not too busy. Jungkook's first thought is that if that man was in some sort of music group, he'd totally want to be in that group too. The boy plops himself down on the couch beside the man, who looks very surprised at him.
"Hi," Jungkook casually introduces himself. "I'm Jeon Jungkook. I'm new here. Who are you?"
The other vampire eyes him curiously before answering. "My name is Kim Namjoon."
"It's nice to meet you," Jungkook says. "Can I call you Joon? Joon-hyung?"
The vampire chokes on nothing. "You may not, and you really shouldn't be sitting here. This spot is for-"
"Why not?" Jungkook asks playfully, hand moving on its own, gently poking the man's dimple.
The man blushes, a bright red, shuffling away. "D-Did you just poke my face?"
Jungkook makes a mental note. Vampires can blush, and blushing vampires are adorable.
"Sorry," Jungkook answers. "It's just that you have a really cute dimple." He pokes it again. "Right there."
Jungkook's feeling really confident. Joon's cute, and tall, and a little shy, and just his type. If Jungkook could rate himself, he'd give his flirt game a 9.5, and he's being humble.
That's when two burly, hairy guys pull Jungkook off the couch by the arms, dragging him away.
"Hey! Let me go!"
One of the hairy men speak. "What shall we do with him, my King? The commoner touched your face."
Namjoon's a king? What?
"No one has dared touch my face in a hundred years," Namjoon says darkly.
"How shall we punish him?" the other guard asks.
"Should we cut off the offending hand, sire?"
Jungkook breaks out in a cold sweat. "Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone. I was just- you're really cute and I was just flirting with you."
Namjoon mouths the word flirting, with a look of confusion.
The man looks as serious as death. "What do you mean, cute?"
Jungkook grimaces. "Would you prefer adorable or... endearing... uh, my King."
"How dare you disrespect our King!" the guard barks. "I should teach you some-"
"Let him go," Namjoon says, blush returning to his face.
The guards let Jungkook go at once.
"Leave us," Namjoon says, gesturing with one hand.
The guards both bow, before walking away. Jungkook scowls at them.
"Yeah, you better run."
And then they're alone again, and Jungkook's very nervous. This guy's a king, what the fuck? Jungkook bows too, hands up defensively. "I am so sorry to have bothered you, Mr. King Namjoon. I'll just go and make myself scarce--"
The King stares at him with pinpoint focus, thick lips, and sultry eyes.
"Stay," he commands. "Sit."
Jungkook swallows audibly. Oh fuck.
The boy sits on the couch very stiffly, skin blistering hot. He doesn't know what to do.
"Hey, look. I'm so sorry. I'm new, like brand new. Like the other day, I touched a clove of garlic and almost died. Please, uh, sir. Pobody's Nerfect... can you please let me go?"
The King smiles, the slightest of smiles, and Jungkook feels the strong urge to poke his dimple again, only he doesn't. God, this man. How is he this handsome and sexy and cute at the same time? Jungkook's a mess.
"How old are you, boy?" the King asks, tilting his head.
"I'm twenty-one, sir," Jungkook manages.
"No, that's your human age," Joon corrects. "In vampire culture, your age begins from the day you were turned."
Jungkook counts with his fingers, nervous and strangely aroused. "I'm fifteen days old, sir."
Namjoon's smile widens.
"It must be very hard for you," the King says. "Quite the adjustment from human life."
Jungkook blinks a few times before he sighs with relief. "Yes! It's so hard. I almost died five times, six if you count right now. I didn't even know we had a Vampire King."
Namjoon tilts his head, eyes swimming in some unnamable emotion, pity, understanding... desire?
"I could teach you," Namjoon offers, "all about vampires."
"Really?" Jungkook chirps. "You want to help me?"
"I am your King after all."
The way he says it has Jungkook sweating.
"Y-You seem like a v-very benevolent monarch," Jungkook sputters, body questionably hot.
Namjoon quirks an eyebrow. "I can be very generous, yes."
Jungkook feels like he's rapidly losing years of his life... only he's immortal now so like, the idiom doesn't really work.
"That's good then," Jungkook manages. "I really need someone to teach me."
Namjoon scoots a little closer. Jungkook ignores the fact that the man smells like cinnamon and sin.
"I'm a very thorough teacher," Namjoon whispers. "But first, tell me, do you really think I'm cute?"
Jungkook's mouth goes dry, and he can't remember if he locked his front door, or what his own name is, but-
"Yeah," Jungkook admits softly. "You're cute and sexy, and I'm sorry I poked your dimples without your consent."
"Your apology is accepted," Namjoon whispers in his ear.
Jungkook's heart flutters inside his chest.
"You're very sweet, Jeon Jungkook," the King continues, cool breath on his skin. "And honest. You pay me compliments with no agenda nor gain. And that's very rare in our world. The next time you touch me, know that I want you to."
And that's when Jungkook's brain catches up with the situation. He jerks back, his face flushed. "Oh! Oh my god! Are you flirting with me? I thought you were going to punish me!"
Namjoon adjusts his suit cuffs, eyes going all silvery. "I could. If that's what you desire."
"Well-" Jungkook shakes his head. "No, I'm good. I should go- this has been very... educational."
Namjoon's eyes are pools of fire. "I live on the big house on the hill. Come see me any time, Jungkook."
Jungkook's brain is all over the place, and that makes him act out.
"Sure thing, my King," Jungkook says, brains screaming that it rhymes. His hand moves on its own again.
He boops Namjoon on his nose, all the while saying the word. "Booooop."
The Vampire King is beyond surprised.
"Well," Jungkook says quickly, getting up. "Don't be a stranger!"
And then the boy runs back to his house, which takes a very short time since he can sprint at 40 mph. The last thing he hears is laughter, and one of the guest gasping. "Oh my gosh, did he just really boop the King's nose!"
And Jungkook shamefully has to say yes, yes he did.
The next night, after Jungkook catches his breath, and organizes his thoughts, he realizes it must be hard to be a King, everyone always pretending around you. It must be nice to have one honest person to talk to, and so Jungkook decides to go back... and get his vampire lessons.
Jungkook wears his best clothes, skinny jeans, a tight t-shirt, and limited edition sneakers, for no reason. It's not like he's trying to impress anyone, right?
The house on the hill is visible from almost every angle, tall and lavish, and well kempt. It's got dark, gothic themes, swirly spires, and high, stain-glass windows.
Jungkook's heart pounds hard in his chest as he walks up the steps and rings the doorbell. What if this is a mistake, what if Namjoon doesn't want to see him? The door opens almost instantly. Namjoon on the other side, wearing a hoodie with a Ryan plushie face on it.
"M-My King," Jungkook manages, eyes wide.
"You really came," Namjoon hums softly. "Please, come in."
"I'm here for those vampire lessons you offered, my King," Jungkook sputters, walking stiffly.
"Hmm, what was it you said? Joon-hyung, you can call me that from now on," Namjoon casually offers.
Jungkook chokes on nothing. "Sure, Joon-hyung. So, uh, where should we begin?"
The King regards him softly. "It's a nice night, let's have our lesson out in the garden." and then the King boops the younger's nose.
Jungkook's brain stops working for a whole minute, cheeks burning. Once he has control of his limbs again, he rushes to follow the King into the garden, where there are two flumes of fresh blood already waiting on a white patio table.
"H-How did you know I'd come tonight, er, hyung?" he asks.
The King shrugs. "I didn't. I just hoped you would. I'm glad you're here."
Jungkook nervously takes a seat, not sure where to look, settling on a rose bush. The garden is very beautiful, filled with night-blooming flowers, smelling strongly of jasmine and mint.
"So, er, vampires, yes," Jungkook begins. "Please tell me about them."
Joon smiles good-naturedly. "So eager aren't we?
"I'm-" Jungkook doesn't know what to say. "Yes."
The King sighs, long fingers wrapping around his glass. He starts off with history, how their people came to be, delves into their discovery, the peace with the humans, and ends with a list of things that are deadly to them.
"Blueberries," Jungkook repeats. "I would have never guessed."
Namjoon leans back. "Vampires are, in some respects, delicate. The sun's coming up. You should probably get going."
They'd talked all night, and Jungkook didn't even realize. He doesn't want to go home, not yet.
"Your majesty," Jungkook says, sounding bolder then he feels. "Remember when you said that I was allowed to touch your face."
The King leans forward again, eyes going silver around the edges. "I do recall, yes."
"Would it be okay?" Jungkook says. "If I touched it with my lips?"
Namjoon smiles, "I thought you'd never ask."
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, eyes sliding shut. Ever so gently, he kisses the King right on his dimple, like he'd been fantasizing about all night, skin so silky and cool. Then he pulls away to study Joon's reaction.
There's a sparkle in the vampire's eye as he cups Jungkook's chin. "That was very chaste, Kookie."
"Was it okay?" Jungkook whispers, enamored with the man before him. "I don't want to overstep like before. I figured it must be very lonely being King, and stressful too--"
"I liked it a lot," Namjoon says. "And it is lonely being a King, but I don't feel alone right now."
Jungkook's skin is burning where the King's touching him, or it could be the sun, which is almost about to rise above the horizon.
God, this man is so beautiful and alluring.
Only the threat of death could move him from this spot. "W-We should get inside, J-Joon-hyung."
The King stands, taking Jungkook's hand and lacing his fingers through. "Yes, let's go. Let me give you a tour of the house. I think I'll show you my bedroom first."