Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단

💮\|/ Namjoon \|/💮

Vampire Story inspired by that ^

💮Pleasure💮

Namjoon's POV

I knew I shouldn't do this. I knew this was bad, but he smelled so good. I stared at him. His wide shoulders and naked chest, exposing his neck for me.

I'm a leader... I'm a dangerous creature. I licked my fangs. His scent had become unbearably good over the years. I can't take this.. I have to get out, but I can't.

Taehyung once caught be coming back with blood and thought I was a criminal. Ever since then they locked the doors and windows from the outside in this building. Convenient, huh. There was literally no way for me to get out except running through the wall!

I swallowed my saliva down my throat. Why did Jin have to be my roommate!? He smelled so good..

I shook my head quickly and quietly walked outside of our room, closing the door quietly. I sniffed around, only to find no single trace of any blood loosely around. I sighed, when my eyes suddenly landed on one of my good friends. What is he doing in the kitchen?

I quietly walked towards him, but before I could open my mouth he had already turned around to face me. "Namjoon hyung." Jimin said lowly, looking at me.

I frowned. "Why are you here Jimin?" I asked lowly. "I was trying to find a good knife. Why? It's not like you'd do differently to satisfy your needs.." He smirked. I sighed. "True. If I was more careful a few weeks ago we wouldn't be in this mess."

Jimin nodded in agreement and grabbed a knife, simply cutting his wrist slightly, and drinking from it. Jimin was already a vampire when I got turned, his whole body made more sense now. At least... I think.

He raised his eyebrow at me and licked his lips clean. "Why did you come here anyway?" He asked, tilting his head. "The same reason as you." I replied, taking the knife from him. Jimin nodded. "Good luck controlling yourself. Jin's scent became so much better over the years."

I nodded. "It really has. Any vampire who would be with him for a few days would notice." I said lowly, cutting my wrist slightly. We can't drink our own blood, but it stills it for a few hours. Only one or two, but our blood doesn't react to our fangs. That's why we need to cut it.

Jimin gave me a friendly nod before walking back to his room, and I walked back to mine. Trying to close my eyes and sleep, I couldn't ignore the strong scent that roamed around the room. It was so pleasing...

I stiffened when I heard Jin move in his bed, sitting up. He ruffled his hair slightly and yawned. I didn't dare to move. I could feel my fangs in my bottom lip, begging to bite into his soft and tender skin.

Jin stood up and looked at me, silently putting on the shirt he wore yesterday to make it easy. He sighed deeply and sat on the edge of my bed. I closed my eyes calmly, trying to calm my breathing. He carefully turned me to face him.

It took me all of my will power not to attack him right there. But he shocked me...

He caressed my neck and my lips, parting them carefully. I felt him slide his thumb across my fangs. I gulped, that is why his scent was unbearably strong. His scent was connected with me.

I hissed lowly, causing Jin to pull away. He sighed and stood back up, turning around to walk to his bed. I hissed and sat up, immediately pulling Jin back down. I sniffed his neck and growled. "For how long did you do that?" I asked lowly, pulling his back against my chest.

Jin gulped. "A few weeks... maybe three." He replied quietly. "Why did you do it?" I asked, brushing my fangs against his neck, searching for a good spot to bite. "... You started hissing one night, calling out for blood. I saw your fangs for the first time that night. It was interesting. I wanted to see it more." Jin replied softly.