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yoongi never wanted to become a vampire. nonetheless, here he was; in some guy's home, far away from his own home. well, he was sure he was still in korea, just not his hometown. "yoongi, are you listening?" yoongi blinked, looking at the male in front of him, their mask hanging off their face.
"huh?" "any new alters?" yoongi moved his gaze to the paper cup, hugging the pillow to his body tightly. has he had anyone new? "i-i don't think so. no one has told me." "are you taking the medicine?" yoongi nodded, leaning against the side of the couch he was sitting on. "jungkook was telling me you aren't feeding." yoongi could only shrug.
"i don't like the metallic taste." "i'm sure you smell it through the cracks of your door. may i see your arm yoongi?" yoongi looked at his therapist, looking back down at the pillow, "are you going to tell on me?" "when we first met, i told you everything we talk about stays in here. i don't say anything to anyone unless you want me to."
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yoongi laid in bed, his back facing the door when he heard it open and shut. "are you going to eat today or just starve yourself?" "don't like the taste." "yoongi, i'm sorry you don't like the taste. it's something that goes away after a few feeds." yoongi was silent, picking at the nose of a stuffed rabbit he had gotten when he first came to the house.
"w-would it make you happy?" "would what make me happy yoongi?" "i-if i fed.." yoongi flinched slightly when fingers raked his hair back, not minding that a few stands would get snagged on the rings the male wore. "of course. would you like me to eat with you?" yoongi shrugged. he never really was taught how to feed, much less on what to do. "okay. get some old clothes on and come to my room okay?"
yoongi nodded, making no effort to move when the male had left. he sighed, sitting up and walking to his closet, pulling his pajamas off and putting on an old pair of shorts and a old tshirt he hardly wore. he glanced at the rabbit before he left his room, flinching slightly at the bright lighting of the hallway. yoongi made his way down the hall, softly knocking on jimin's before he walked in.
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yoongi stood in the shadows of the hallway, seeing the group whisper about him. "his fangs haven't came in yet. i had to bite for him." "we could take him to him." yoongi nervously picked at the rabbit was holding. take him where? "no. he'll be too rough for him if his fangs haven't grown back in."
"should we ask hoseok?" "no. i have someone in mind but we'll have to talk to yoongi about it." "i'm right here.. where are you taking me?" "to the dentist. just to look at your teeth yoongi. you can even stay in your pajamas." yoongi nibbled on his lip, "d-do i have a choice?" "namjoon?" yoongi's gaze fell to the male's back, letting his gaze drop to the floor when they turned around. "you always have a choice but we just want to make sure nothing is wrong." liar. "o-okay.. i'll go.."
"have you taken your medicine yet yoongi?" yoongi shook his head, seeing a tattooed hand hold out his medicine and a glass of water. "we might schedule it for today so i'm giving you your anxiety medicine too." yoongi stared at the hand for a moment, taking them one at at time. "open your mouth for me yoongi." yoongi tilted his head back, jungkook checking for to make sure he took his medicine before he smiled, patting yoongi's already messy locks. "good boy."
