if you're not the one for me who is

-10-

yoongi's stomach hurt. he could smell everything, hear everything, feel everything, taste everything. he was curled up in a ball in his room, ignoring the knocks. "yoongi?" yoongi only bit his lip to keep quiet, a soft sigh being heard out.

"it's just me yoongi. everyone else is gone." yoongi sniffled out, "tu-tummy h-hurts.." "can you get up and open the door for me?" "n-no..'fraid bite you jinnie.." "it's alright if you do yoongi. i won't tell anyone."

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"blood? more of it?" hoseok asked, sniffling slightly, the cold he was starting to have beginning to kick his ass. "yeah. he says he's pushing him to feed but it just smells like him. doesn't smell like any blood type." hoseok was silent, staring into space for a moment.

"what does it smell like?" "i don't fucking know. roses? it's something floral." hoseok shot up from his seat, scrambling to pack everything up. "hoseok?" "you dumbass. that's his blood scent! that's the dentist's blood scent!"

—

jin was adjusting everything, yoongi watching him with teary, curious eyes. "w-what are you doing with those jinnie?" "just staying on the safe side. that's all yoongi."

jin laid back, relaxing as he pushed the needle in his inner elbow, making sure to tape it down before he unbuttoned his shirt slightly. "i'll be fine yoongi. stop crying okay?"

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'it's good.' 'sweet.' 'we crave it.' 'we deserve it.' yoongi felt the warm, thick liquid coat his throat, tightening his grip on jin, the male wordlessly returning the small favor. 'he will be happy.' 'but he'll crave more!' 'and we will give it more!' yoongi only continued, trying to block out his alters but he only bit down harder, feeling more blood rush into his mouth.

yoongi opened his eyes, releasing his bite before he pulled away. he took his hand, wiping his face before he leaned in close. "yoongi?" yoongi felt his heart speed up, softly placing his lips against the male's. "don't trust them..only trust me." "only trust you."

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hoseok slammed the front door open, panting beside jimin, seeing jin and yoongi cuddling on the couch (well, yoongi was asleep at this point). "it smells like you." only then did jin look over fully, "huh?" hoseok walked over, slamming the male against the couch, his hand shooting towards the bandage before a pale hand grabbed his wrist. the room was still, hoseok's icey blue eyes  locking gazes with yoongi's pastel purple ones. "what are you doing?" "seeing what you left on him. release my hand."

"you know the untold rule of food," yoongi said calmly, hoseok feeling pressure build in his wrist, "you don't touch it if it's not yours." a sharp crack was heard before snapping was heard, hoseok's wrist breaking but healing just as fast. "you're not healthy for him." "he stays. my word is final." hoseok only flashed his fangs at yoongi, breaking the only contact they had. "then deal with the withdrawal yourself. bye jimin."

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jin was at his apartment, sighing as he was laying in bed, jumping away when his front door was being banged on. he groaned out as he looked at the time, stumbling to his feet and down the hall. he didn't bother to look at the monitor, swinging his door open.

"do you- yoongi?" jin only then noticed yoongi soaked from the downpour outside his apartment building. "i-i only came to..i didn't-" "come in. let's get you warmed up first okay?"