FACADE : LISKOOK ✔️

17: pulse

Jungkook had lost his mind—Lisa was sure of it.

There was no other explanation for his odd behavior (even more for his sudden appearance) and although Lisa heard him clearly the first time, she couldn't help but ask him again.

"You can't be serious," She muttered in disbelief when he remained indifferent. 

After all, the last time they'd been in that situation, she didn't hear from Jungkook for weeks. Now that he was proposing it himself, Lisa wondered if this time it would be for forever. 

"I think you should leave." Lisa rose to her feet, creating distance between her and Jungkook while the latter merely stared. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into," She continued. "You don't want th-".

"How are you so sure?" He interrupted sharply.

Lisa froze at the shift in his tone as Jungkook narrowed his eyes, nearing her until her back hit the kitchen counter and he was inches away. Beneath the lights, the frustration in his eyes and the rings underneath them couldn't be any more evident. 

"If I didn't, then why the hell am I here?" He asked. "Tell me—you can't, right?"

No, Lisa agreed silently. She couldn't. 

How could she when all he did contradicted all she knew? Jungkook wasn't supposed to show up at her door (not now, not ever) unless it was with a stake in his hands and plans for revenge. On the contrary, he arrived with dinner and a wish to talk. 

His empathy is what she wanted all along and yet, she couldn't bring herself to accept that it was real. It felt too good to be true—as if there had to be some ulterior motive behind it. 

"You don't have to do this," Lisa reminded him.

By no means, did she want Jungkook to believe that this was an obligation—offering his blood, being in her presence and their relationship itself. While she knew he still cared for her, it was hard to know where they stood now. Were they still together? Were they on a break? 

Lisa wasn't sure but was certain that she couldn't settle for Jungkook's blood when she wanted his heart.

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Jungkook knew that. 

He knew he had no obligation and wasn't one to act out of it in the first place. 

While he wished he'd reached out to Lisa sooner, he knew it would've been too soon. He couldn't have faced her while still doubting his feelings towards her and what he wanted.

Truthfully, he didn't know where to start. 

When he found himself alone, his first instinct was to reflect—not only on the incident but on his relationship with Lisa as well. In that process, the odd characteristics he'd noticed in the past and brushed off seemed more and more like red flags he should've paid more attention to.

When he looked further, seeming crazy as he checked out several less-than-friendly books from the local library, Jungkook wasn't surprised to find they were related. Creatures that he believed to be mythical seemed realer than ever and the idea that his girlfriend, the Lisa he came to trust, could be one of them left him anxious. 

According to similar supernatural accounts, she had the ability to overpower his mind, to control his body and essentially take his life in an instant. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to believe that the portrayal of her kind reflected her intentions towards him. Her actions had never indicated such negativity, even when she bit him. 

His feelings towards Lisa were always his own and now that he was in front of her, he knew that thought was true.

"I know, but I want to." He confessed. "I want to try again...this time without any secrets."

Jungkook waited expectantly for an answer, reaching out to brush her cheek as Lisa closed her eyes at his touch. When they locked onto his, moments later, he couldn't help but admire their color.

Like her necklace, they were ruby red. 

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"Okay," Lisa nodded, letting Jungkook pull her back towards the couch and onto his lap as she tried to hide her surprise at the movement. Tentatively, she reached for his wrist, only to falter when his hand stopped her's with a frown. 

"Sorry," She apologized, pushing herself off of him when Jungkook tugged her closer with a sigh. Taking her hand, he guided it to his neck and tilted his head, noting her hesitation at the placement.

"Why not here?" He asked despite knowing the answer already and from Lisa's eyeroll, he figured that much was obvious in his voice. 

While reading one of the books he'd checked out on a whim, Jungkook had stumbled on a section related to speculated feeding habits. In it, while the wrist was mentioned as an ideal spot for casual drinking (much like the time, Lisa bit his shoulder), it was the note regarding long-term feeding that caught his eye. 

The neck, although viewed in media as a common target area, held greater significance than he  imagined. Essentially, a bite there would either result in the formation of a bond—one that would connect their mind and soul as one— or simply death, if drained dry for pleasure.

As he felt Lisa's fangs brush his neck, Jungkook had a feeling it wouldn't be the latter. 

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"Your heart's beating so fast."

"Yeah? I wonder why," Jungkook laughed as he ran his fingers through her hair in attempts to ease his nerves. Lisa smiled against his skin when his pulse only quickened at the action.

"It'll hurt," She warned him for the upteenth time in hopes that he wouldn't regret his decision once it was too late and like the other times, Jungkook reassured her that he could take it.

"I trust you," He added this time. "You won't hurt me."

Satisfied with his answer, Lisa hummed as she trailed kisses along his neck before fastening onto the area she remembered as his sweet spot and sinking her fangs into the delicate flesh.

Jungkook groaned at the searing sensation, finding it more painful than the last time (although to be fair, mere seconds weren't a fair comparison) before it was swept away by waves of euphoric pleasure. It felt as if he was levitating—vision clouded with desire and eyes closed in contentment—while all along Lisa kept him grounded.

When she pulled away much to his dismay, Jungkook was still dazed and even more so when he watched her lick the residue from her lips with a sense of déjà vu.

His eyes followed her as she shuffled through the takeout he brought along, darkening when she brushed her hair to the side and met his gaze with a knowing smile. 

"Want a taste?"

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author's note: thank you for reading! this is the end as i imagined it and hope it didn't feel too rushed. it's been a little over a year since i started this story and during that time, my writing style changed in between hiatuses and kind of threw me off. i wanted to complete this story while i can and before publishing anything new, although they'll likely be short-stories. thank you once again for all your support!