if you're not the one for me who is

-9-

bite bite bite bite bite bi- "yoongi!" yoongi let out a small gasp, his arm being ripped from his mouth. he blinked as he looked at hoseok, the male looking at him with worry. "yoongi..what are you doing?" what was he doing? "i wanted to bite.." "bite who?" "jinnie.."

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"bite marks? no? i would have noticed when getting dressed for work." jin was lying straight through his teeth, feeling his should throb faintly. he woke up to yoongi in the corner, biting into his hand. he didn't expect for yoongi to bite onto his shoulder when he tried to snap him out of it.

he cradled his cell phone between his ear and his shoulder, looking at x-rays of a patient. "well, he was biting into his arm." jin sighed to himself quietly, shaking his head, "i-i don't know why hes doing that. listen i have to call you back."

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yoongi looked around the office, knowing the male was watching his every move. "so you're the one they're afraid of." "i make people go away. i have a system. rules." "and what they call you?" yoongi only grinned, coming up to the therapist, caging the male. "you smell sweet. what's your primary feed? I know its not blood bags." he grinned wider, seeing the flicker of panic in the male's eyes despite their calm demeanor.

"what and who i feed from isn't your business." "yet little yoongi can't have his own human? how shameful of you to keep him away from something." "this has nothing to do with that." yoongi only raised his eyebrow, "no? i think this has everything to with it. he wants something alive. not those blood bags. he wants to feel the very soul slip away." yoongi settled his hand on hoseok's chest, feeling the faint yet still heartbeat. "something you've almost let happen haven't you?"

yoongi giggled out loud, settling himself on hoseok's lap, enjoying his slow torture on the male. "are they a male? better yet, a female?" yoongi gasped, hugging hoseok before whispering in the male's ear, "it's your own kind isn't it? they taste too sweet to stop..feeling the blood slide down your throat..licking your fangs like a human after eating a good meal..i know the sweet scent from anywhere. i made him try it. soon, he'll have own little mate to drink from for the rest of his life. you just don't know it."

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jin grunted when he was slammed against the wall, looking up and seeing hoseok over him. "strip. now." jin only raised his brow, "what?" "i told you to fucking strip. i'll tear the clothes off you if i have to." "what the fuck are you talking about-"

"he bit you didn't he?!" "what?!" "i can smell him on you and it's stronger than when you share the bed with him. he bit you!" "it was an accident! i was trying to get him to stop biting his arm! he almost went for my neck but he got my shoulder instead!"

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yoongi hummed to himself, sitting on the porch as he watched the rain pour down. "yoongi are you okay?" he turned to his left, seeing namjoon, blinking at the male slowly and just turned away. yoongi gave a soft shrug, rubbing his cheek, "dunno. okay i guess...so far.." "and your alters?"

yoongi felt himself become angry, turning to namjoon once more. "what about them? don't like them? think they're needy?!" yoongi was on his feet, walking to namjoon and jabbing his finger in the male's chest. "Well, newsflash since you only care about me. My alters are me too!" yoongi shoved himself inside the house, stomping past everyone. "hey! yoongi wait!" 

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yoongi sat down in the tub, letting the shower rain down on him while he curled up, watching the water do down the drain. he ignored the soft knocks on the closed door, seeing it open from the corner of his eye. "yoongi, are you okay?" yoongi shrugged, not bothering to look up at jimin, the male cutting the water off before crouching next to him. "can we talk? just about one alter." yoongi then looked at jimin, sighing as he stretched his legs out, "yeah.."

"there's another alter just named like you but they're evil..worse than the other ones." "he's called my protector. like how binna was." "do you know why he came about?" "the others are weak..says he can protect me the best. he set rules for everyone. when they're broken, then you leave forever." yoongi fell silent, looking away from jimin, turning his gaze back to the drain, "you can't come back if you leave."

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hoseok was drinking his tea before he frowned. he looked down at his cup, sniffing it cautiously. this wasn't his usual mix. he froze when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, the smell of yoongi's blood reaching his senses. "good?" hoseok jumped to his feet, letting the mug crash to the floor.

he turned around seeing yoongi propped up on the back of the couch, the male's arms bloody. "aw, cat got your tongue doctor?" "you put his blood in the cup?! are you fucking-" "ah..careful what you say doctor. i can take his life before you even finish that sentence." hoseok then realized yoongi's nails filed to points, the male's fangs glinting softly. "then you'll cease to exist as well." "then it would've been a fun run to the end. you don't think of these things do you?" "why are you like this?"

hoseok watched yoongi frown, a fake pout on their face. "do you not like my games? i don't make salivate at their taste of the male's blood? does it not make you feel the need to drink even more?" "did you drink any of jin's?" "mmm, as much as i would've liked, he came through before i could even swallow. he was just so pitiful and crying. but you'll let him have fun won't you?"