Yoongi's eyes fluttered open slowly, his mind blank as he stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. He felt dizzy and he couldn't comprehend why he felt that way. He didn't realize where he was until he sat upon a bed, focusing on where exactly he was lying down at.

It was Taehyung's bedroom, he noticed almost instantly. But things were different about the room— or maybe things were different with Yoongi. His vision was wonky, gaze wandering off every which way as he took in his surroundings. Nobody else was in the room except for him. It wasn't silent like it should be. Yoongi could hear every little thing, including the footsteps coming close to him.

The door clicked.

Yoongi's eyes flicked into blinks, lost as Taehyung came into view. He gaped as all of the events were suddenly rushing to his head. Kissing Taehyung, having the vampire kiss him back, the pain and the sudden bite—

"Did I have some sort of weird dream?" Yoongi asked. Taehyung shuffled forward and held out a cup. The cup was one like Jungkook had always carried around. The one...

With blood.

Yoongi held out his hand gently, nipping at his lip. Only then did he notice fangs. Fangs inside his own mouth. Taehyung held the cup out to Yoongi, but Yoongi started to shake. He stared off into nothing as he reached for his chest, clutching his heart, which he soon realized wasn't beating. He wasn't breathing, didn't feel the pain anymore, but he still felt weak. And he had those fangs.

"T-Tae?"

"Shh," Taehyung softly hushed Yoongi as he quickly sat down next to him on the bed. He put the cup on the bedside table and reached for Yoongi's hand, holding onto it. To Yoongi, it meant the world having that hand in his. It was always felt so good, but now it just feels even better. So right. "You're okay, Yoongi. I didn't mean to walk in on you. I was just gonna leave this here." He gestured to the cup.

Yoongi frowned at him. "It's not a dream? What the hell did you do to me?"

Taehyung sighed and held tighter onto Yoongi. "Yoonie, I'll explain this later." Taehyung crawled up on his own bed to sit next to him. He took Yoongi's left hand in his and rested his head on Yoongi's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he barely whispered.

"I'm a vampire?" Yoongi asked.

He could feel Taehyung simply nod against him. It was so, so nice being cuddled up to Taehyung, holding his hand in the quiet room. Somehow Yoongi had blocked out any other noise besides whatever Taehyung was saying. It was nice, but Yoongi had so many questions and his body felt so, so useless now. He was a vampire? He couldn't stop that?

"You need that." Taehyung used his free hand to point to the cup. "You turned. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He held tighter onto Yoongi's hand, a soft whine in his voice. Yoongi frowned at the cup. He would've liked to have had some time as a human, honestly. He had mentioned wanting to stay with his friends for forever, but now it's become reality.

It's real.

"This is blood?" Yoongi asked.

Taehyung nodded again. Yoongi gulped as he reached his weak arm out to the cup and lifted it, soaking in the unfamiliar scent that hit him. His eyes widened as he brought the cup towards his face. He couldn't see the blood inside because the cup was made out of metal, but he for sure didn't waste any time pressing it to his lips and tipping it upwards.

The first touch of that dark, thick blood hitting his tongue was like something he had never experienced before. It's like he had craved for that first drop on his tongue, yearned to feel it in his mouth. Before he knew it, it was all gone. He hadn't stopped a single bit, not until not even the very last drop was there. He took it all and hadn't even realized that Taehyung was watching him.

He still had blood all in his mouth. Taehyung had his eyes on his lips, supervising as Yoongi fed himself like it was a normal thing.

"Care for a taste?" Yoongi teased.

He leaned in close to Taehyung and licked his own fangs, his body ready to go, as if nothing was ever wrong with him. Like he'd never felt more alive. Taehyung met him halfway, their lips meeting, and Taehyung pressing Yoongi into the headboard of the bed. He licked his way into Yoongi's mouth, something that Yoongi hadn't received before. He hummed in amusement as Taehyung licked at his fangs to lick the blood off, then slid their tongues together hungrily.

Yoongi gasped as Taehyung lifted him off of the headboard to only pull him onto the pillow, pressing him into it and letting his own body fall between Yoongi's legs. He had his right hand on Yoongi's jaw, kissing him deeper, and his other hand on Yoongi's waist.

Yoongi's body shivered at all of the sensitive touches. He moaned softly at the gentle squeezes to his waist, feeling Taehyung go all in like he had wanted to do this just like Yoongi did. And God did Yoongi want this. He would let Taehyung do anything right now.

He shoved his hands into Taehyung's hair, gripping tightly and arching his back, letting Taehyung taste him. Letting Taehyung have him in any way he wanted.

"Okay. Party's over."

Yoongi gasped, pushing Taehyung off of him at the sound of Jimin's unexpected voice. He watched as Jimin chuckled, seeing Taehyung thrown onto the floor, which Yoongi hadn't meant to do. The taller glared up at Jimin but stayed on the floor anyway.

"Sorry," Yoongi muttered.

"It's okay, " Taehyung told him.

Jimin sighed. "I knew this would happen," he said. "I told Taehyung a million times to not do this, and of course, you were the one who kissed Taehyung. Of course, you did."

Yoongi sat in confusion, flustered as Jimin walked into the bedroom even more.

"The kiss did this?" Yoongi asked.

Taehyung raised up and narrowed his eyes at Jimin. It seems that Jimin backed off a bit, shrugging his shoulders. "Tae doesn't want me to explain," he said. "And besides, that's not my job, anyway. Just... You two need to figure out what you're going to do about this. You should know that it's not ideal or okay that this happened. You need to tell Namjoon." He paused. "You need to tell Seokjin."

Yoongi's eyes widened at the mention of his friends. His mind started to replay all previous events; Seokjin telling Taehyung to not kiss Yoongi, Seokjin threatening to kill Taehyung if he bites Yoongi.

"Oh, fuck," Yoongi whispered.

"That's damn right," Jimin said to him. "Jungkook went to your place and got some of your clothes. He told your mother that you're staying with him for the weekend. She didn't seem to ask too many questions."

His mother. His family.

"Thanks," he said.

Taehyung finally stood up from the floor and shooed Jimin away. When he left the room, not without rolling his eyes, Taehyung hopped back onto the bed. He reached for Yoongi's hand again and they sat there like that in the silence for a while. Taehyung let his head fall back on Yoongi's shoulder, sighing as he caressed Yoongi's hand.

  "What do we do, Tae?"

  The question only had one answer. Yoongi knew that he couldn't keep this as a secret for long, and he knew it would cause problems. All he wanted was peace. He didn't want arguments or blaming or any sort of mess like that. He wanted a middle ground.

  "I don't know," Taehyung muttered. "But, can I kiss you? Can I, please?" He sounded desperate. Yoongi had never heard him like this. He had never seen Taehyung so touchy, his hands never leaving Yoongi in any way possible. Taehyung was either holding him, kissing him, or had his head on his shoulder ever since Yoongi had woken up.

  Yoongi felt wanted.

  "Please do," he said too lowly. He was surprised Taehyung heard him, but the vampire slowly removed his head from Yoongi's shoulder, the weight lifting off and his eyes being met with Taehyung's.

  Taehyung looked amazing. He looked happy. His eyes were twinkling as he looked at Yoongi, like he wanted to fall into Yoongi's arms and stay there for the rest of their lives.

  Maybe he could.

  They both leaned in, but Taehyung pressed their foreheads together and smiled before cupping Yoongi's cheek. "I told you I wanted this, Yoongi," he said. "I never lied when I told you that. I just want you to know."

  Yoongi nuzzled his nose forward, into Taehyung's. "Then show me."

  At that, Taehyung kissed Yoongi. He pressed their lips together gently, softer and more caring than they were being moments ago. He pulled Yoongi's neck forward, deepening the kiss. Yoongi could feel his eyebrows scrunched together, the kiss freeing him. Freeing him from all of those previous thoughts. Freeing him from all of the unanswered questions and all of the past drama.

  He was free.

  Taehyung pulled away from Yoongi's soft, pink lips only to bring his thumb up to his bottom lip, thumbing at it gently.

  "I'm sorry I did this to you."

  The free disappeared just as fast as it had come. Yoongi could feel everything else hitting him again. Every moment, everything that will come in the future— it came back.

  "Tae," he whispered, lips brushed against Taehyung's thumb. He reached for Taehyung's wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth, holding the hand in his instead. Their eyes met and Yoongi gave him a reassuring smile. "I did this to myself, Taehyung."

  A soft sigh came from Taehyung. "But you don't even understand what happened, Yoongi," he said. "You don't know."

  Yoongi scoffed. "I haven't known or understood anything for months, Taehyung. And I've made it far enough, haven't I?" He pulled away from Taehyung and leaned back against the headboard again. "We can cuddle now and worry about that later," he said as Taehyung settled back with him. He searched for Taehyung's hand again. "I say later because you will explain this to me later. I'm tired of not having answers—"

  "And I will explain, Yoongi," Taehyung cut him off. "I can explain, and I will. Especially now. I won't let you be confused, okay?" He was quick to answer him. Sure of it.

  Yoongi smiled as Taehyung pulled their hands up to his lips, pressing a light kiss onto Yoongi's knuckles. It felt like Yoongi was dreaming. Everything was so unreal.

  "Okay."

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