Occupational Hazards - Taekook Style (Oneshot Collection)

Bloody Hands - (Vampire)

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Taken 🗹

Taehyung was filling in a stupid form but didn't know which category his relationship status came under. How do you explain that your relationship is having sex with the same stranger whenever he appears but you don't actually know if it's real or not?

Taehyung had a good job, he worked as a phlebotomist in a donor clinic and some days he got to travel around the city in the donor van to reach areas where people couldn't get to the clinic. He'd studied hard at school, gained all his qualifications and was proud of the career he had. It was while out and about with his colleague that he started to feel as though he was being watched but dismissed it because of some of the dodgy areas they visited. The feeling crept up on him and sent a ripple of shivers down his spine as he walked home from work to the one bedroom apartment where he lived on the outskirts of town. He doesn't scare easily but the feeling that prickled over his body like a second skin, made him hyper aware on the fifteen minute journey.

Nothing happened, night after night. The same feeling, along the same route in the yellowy hue of the street lights as the hour struck close to midnight. He actually got used to the sensation as it made his skin tingle and his heart race, like a dose of anxiety before a job interview. There were several occasions when he was convinced that there was someone standing in the shadows watching him but when nothing materialised, he put it down to the fact that he was walking home alone so he was bound to be naturally on edge.

One night, everything changed and he couldn't be sure why it started and at first he thought he'd gone crazy but it was that night that led him to having problems with filling in the current form. He's in a bit of a daze, the end of a pen in his mouth as he ponders the question and agonises over the answer. He's only told one person about his visitor and his work colleague stated that he thought he was insane so he hasn't spoken a word about it since.

He looks at the calendar on his wall. Since that first night, he's been on a mission to inject some reality into the situation. He'd circled every visit and over the months, managed to decipher that the visits happen when he has a day off, which he doesn't fully understand but he's never actually conversed with the 'man'.

He decides to leave the stupid form, it's getting late and he is excited as he showers and gets ready for bed. He looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, what the hell is he doing? He's styling his dark brown hair and going to bed in pyjama bottoms only, in the hope that his mystery visitor will appear. That makes him absolutely crazy and he has toyed with the idea of seeking out the psychiatric department of the local hospital but never been brave enough.

Taehyung hasn't looked at another man since he woke up that first night and saw a man sitting in the chair next to his bed watching him. At that time, he thought he was dreaming so went back to sleep but couldn't pass it off as a dream a month later when he'd seen the same man sitting in his room three more times since then.

As he climbs into his bed, he feels excited but nervous, he's always worried that the last time was quite literally the last time and he would never see him again. It's a strange notion to have a connection to someone that you've barely spoken to but the thought of their hands on your body sets your skin on fire. It's probably a stranger notion to be allowing a stranger to own your body, in the same way that Taehyung feels the stranger owns his.

He doesn't know how long he's been asleep when he blinks into the darkness of his room. He feels it instantly, the presence of his visitor and sits up to look at him and allow his eyes to adjust. The man is sitting with his legs crossed, sitting back in the old armchair next to the bed. Tae doesn't believe in demons but he thinks that's what the man is. In the darkness, his skin is opalescent and his eyes shine like two rubies. Perhaps his skin shines more because of the black satin button down shirt and the jet black hair that sits against his cheeks, the dark clothing a contrast to his skin. His long satin sleeves are always rolled up to just below his elbow, revealing a section of the ebony ink designs that cover his arms. His body is deliciously muscular, the clothing should be privileged to adorn such a stunning frame. Tae doesn't know the man's name, he doesn't get the opportunity to have a conversation because he's too mesmerized by the stranger dressed in black.