PULL ME CLOSER || taekook ||

: ̗̀➛ Chapter 3

TW // implied homophobia

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Taehyung woke up confined in a sealed room that had no windows or doors. All he could see were white concrete walls holding him in.

He was lying on the cold floor, curled into a small ball. He felt hungry, so so hungry. But more than that, he felt empty; incomplete. Like someone had snatched away something of his from him even before he could fully recognize what it was.

A sudden sob escaped his lips, there was a longing for something that was giving him sorrow so deep he couldn't describe.

...Why couldn't he have it?

He isn't a young Vampire, no. He is two hundred years old, he's lived through ages when they would spit on him for being who he was.

He was sentenced to death for the same but his sire had saved him- made him a vampire, accepted him.

Yet he felt lost. He then chose to fall asleep, for just long enough. Rest a bit before he began to /live/ again.

But he never realized he would sleep for a century and a half in his rest. His sire had guided him back to his feet when he finally woke up again, but he wasn't by his side anymore. It's been 35 years since he's last seen his beloved sire.

His head hurt, he could hear the pounding of his....heart? and the rush of blood vessels? His chest was in motion too- without him forcing it up and down.

He moved his heavy hands to his chest, to his mildly beating heart. It really was beating, with an irregular rhythm, but it was pounding again.

Could it be that he was withering and dying away? The thought scared him, making his skin tingle. But there was another possibility, it could be his soulmate. Had he met them? Why weren't they here then? Why was he here, left alone, choking on his tears, and crying in pain?

He moved his feet wanting to get up but they gave out, he couldn't understand why this was happening to him. His throat felt asphyxiated as he continued to sob. There was excruciating pain clenching at his heart.

From the corner of the room, however, a small camera was capturing every one of his movements and sounds. Two Originals were watching everything unfold live from a room above the basement.

Jeongguk's feet were jittery as he watched everything unfold.

Min Yoongi, sitting beside him, watched attentively. Waiting for the fledgling to lose control or do something irrational.

It's been six hours, and all they've seen- rather heard- is crying. The model was still lying in the same spot where Jeongguk had left him.

He was trying to move before, but now he seems to have completely given up.

' He should have gone feral by now' was the thought that was floating in the tense air of the living room. The longest an indirect fledging had lived after consuming Original's blood was 4 hours.

They aren't able to stomach it, the excessive venom in the blood makes them go feral and before long their body completely eats them from the inside before long.

But here lay Taehyung, beautiful in red, sobs leaving in hiccups, but completely sane otherwise.

Jeongguk hadn't noticed but his hands had bent the metal hands of the chair he was sitting on. Seeing the model like that was affecting him in ways he can't seem to describe.

There was anger towards himself, resentment too but there also was a longing that he had been desperately trying to ignore. He doesn't want to burst into the basement and render it useless from here on. It's making him want to do dumb things.

He hears the man sob again, this time he spots a bloody tear drop down his cheek and decides that that was enough.

He doesn't care that he would be taking a parasite that will live only on his blood under his wings, but he can't let him suffer like this. It was because of his own carelessness that the model was stuck here to begin with.

Worst outcome- he kills the fledgeling if he goes feral.

If only he hadn't gotten invested in feeling the other. He had somehow felt heavenly to touch but had led to this hellish torcher.

Yoongi grabs his hands as he gets up, "are you sure?" He asks, already having an idea of what Jeongguk's intentions were.

"I am," Jeongguk gives him a nod of reassurance before he gets off the chair and leaves-as if he himself was sure of whatever he was about to do.

But he can't help it, it's like his heart has taken the steering wheel of Jeongguk's actions.

                            
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Suddenly there was a sound of gears moving in the eerily silent room. Taehyung could barely move his head to see.

But a section of the wall parted and opened, the concrete wall making a heavy gritty sound as it moved, manifesting a door into the wall.

He could see a figure walking in, his blood ran cold when he saw who it was; the Original with whom he had been with earlier.

He was scared, he was really scared, he didn't want to die. He doesn't understand why he was being punished like this. All he did was drink a drop of blood.

Another tear fell down his eyes painting his cheeks red. He didn't want any of this.

Jeongguk walked faster the moment he saw the model tremble again, which scared Taehyung even more.

He didn't want to be harmed, but he couldn't resist Jeongguk when he picked him up in his arms again.

Contrary to his expectations the man held onto him gently, picked him up with both his hands like he was something valuable.

Jeongguk held him closely before he began walking towards the door again and strangely Taehyung felt safe.

He passed out.

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