His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 8 (R)

Warning: sexual content.

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Taehyung had once thought that being born into the First House of Vampires was nothing but unalloyed fortune.  Palaces glittering like storm-caught snow, tutors from every corner of the immortal world, a future mapped in silken scrolls and sealed with wax the colour of dried blood.  Privilege was the air he breathed from birth.

He never thought his mate would be a werewolf. And he certainly never thought he'd have to choose between the mate the universe gave him and the parents who raised him.

Now, seated on the edge of Yoongi’s guest bed while moonlight spilled like silver wine across the floorboards, that privilege felt heavier than a coffin lid.

I am going to lose either them…or him.

He sat in silence, the soft ticking of the wall clock the only sound filling the cozy guest room. Jungkook’s light breathing beside him had been comforting—until the silence made him think too much.

Across the duvet Jungkook woke up, now sitting cross-legged in an oversized hoodie—Yoongi’s, judging by the faint espresso scent—and watched Taehyung with worried doe eyes.  The omega had been chattering only moments earlier about the merits of strawberry-milk lip balm, but the hush that fell over the room once he sensed Taehyung slide inward startled even the shadows.

“Hyung?” Jungkook ventured, voice soft as spun glass.  “You disappeared again.  Am I boring you already?”

The slight tremor in those words lashed Taehyung’s heart.  He reached across the rumpled sheets and took both of Jungkook’s hands, threading pale fingers with brown.  They were warm—too warm—and he longed to sink fang into wrist and bleed the fever away the old way, but that would only invite more questions.

“No,” he said, forcing out a breath.  “I could never be bored by you, angel.  I was just…thinking.”

Jungkook scooted closer until their knees brushed.  “About what?”

Taehyung studied the way moonlight sprayed across Jungkook’s collarbones, all those pale freckles like constellations only he would ever be allowed to map.  He had intended to parcel out the truth in delicate servings—half-truths, really—but Jungkook’s gaze demanded fuller honesty than Taehyung had offered anyone outside the royal court.

“About how destiny can be blessing and curse.”  He swallowed.  

Jungkook straightened up, immediately sensing something serious was coming. He reached over, intertwining their fingers. "What is it, hyung? You’re scaring me."

“Koo, you know I’m not…ordinary.  I’m a prince.  My bloodline traces back to the first brood of nightwalkers, From the original bloodline—the ruling royal family."