When Hoseok had come home he had found Yoongi sitting on the couch with his laptop.
He had no idea about what was happening, having returned from a meeting. Yoongi had only asked him to come home as soon as possible.
"Where's Jiminie?" he asked, kissing the elder's cheek,
"sleeping," Yoongi kissed him back, but his eyes went back to the screen, frowning again.
"You sounded urgent when you called, did something happen?"
"A fledgling drank Jeongguk's blood, but is yet to go feral. It's already been 8 hours since," Yoongi supplied biting his lip in anxiety, making Hoseok frown in return as he sat beside him to look at the screen.
"Do you know his name?" He asked, zooming the camera to take a closer look at the fledgling's face.
The image was distorted, confusing him and further making him doubt what he was seeing.
"Kim Taehyung," Yoongi said and that made Hoseok turn his head in alarm. He looked at Yoongi, raising a brow in enquiry,
" the supermodel?"
"Yeah, you know him?" Yoongi asked, sitting up, because of Hoseok's grave tone.
"If he really is who I think he is, then he won't go feral. I need you to take me to him," he asked, only to receive a look of contemplation from Yoongi.
"let's wait for Jeongguk to come back," that was when the raven arrived in the room.
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They were heading to the basement but Jeongguk's steps were hesitant. There's a certain dread filling up inside him with every reluctant step he takes towards the room.
He doesn't want to think about the possibility of Taehyung being a direct fledgeling of Hoseok's nor what that implies- about Taehyung's heart beating.
Unlike Jeongguk, Hoseok was walking with anticipation in his nerves. He and Taehyung had parted ways in Paris 35 years ago.
They were travelling together back then. He was showing Taehyung what had become of the world while he had been asleep for a century.
Taehyung had decided to stay in Paris as Hoseok left. The two years they had spent there had made a home in Taehyung's heart.
He didn't hear from Taehyung after that, he deemed Taehyung would come to find him if he ever needed him.
He had never known that Taehyung would one day walk the ramp and become 'the supermodel Kim Taehyung.'
He had also never known that he would meet him again like this.
Taehyung, lying on the bed, looked like he was fighting for his life.
His skin drained off of its honey glow, his lips dry and blue.
If he hadn't put his hands on the younger's beating heart he would have thought that the model was dead.
It really was beating, erratically, but it was.
There was only one possibility known to him that allows a Vampire's heart to beat again but that beating should have stopped once the bond was complete.
Then it clicked.
"Jeongguk, did you complete the bond?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"What bond?" Jeongguk asked, not wanting to name it, not wanting to admit to it. A scowl marked his face at the mention of the word.
"You said he drank your blood, did you drink his too?" There was much patience in Hoseok's voice, but the worry wasn't hidden.
Jeongguk opened his mouth to deny it but stopped, his mouth gaping, "I did," he admitted.
"then why is he still like this," Hoseok's expressions churned as he asked himself, this too had led to a dead end. Yoongi wrapped a comforting hand around his shoulders as Hoseok brushed Taehyung's hair back.
"Why don't you try feeding him?" Yoongi suggested, looking at Taehyung.
And for some reason, it irked Jeongguk.
He and Taehyung weren't soulmates, if they were to be, Taehyung's heart would have stopped beating after a few but it was still beating.
"Yeah let me try that," Hoseok said gently, squeezing Yoongi's hands when they heard the door to the chamber closing.
Jeongguk had left.
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The air at Jeongguk's mansion was chilly that day.
He had walked in with winter's cold at his heels, making a shiver run down the spines of all the servants at the door.
The unusual sight had them all wanting to hide in the back rooms they had come out from.
Usually, he would enter with a smile, handing over his jacket to the awaiting hands of his butler before heading to his room.
But Jeongguk didn't smile, nor did he stop at the door. Without sparing a glance at any of them, he waltzed to his room looking
The irk still hadn't left him, it was clawing at his skin. The thought of Taehyung, a stranger, taking someone else's blood wasn't sitting right with him.
So he left, he didn't want to become an obstacle to something that could possibly make the model better again.
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He thought he had gotten over this- this bitterness in his heart.
But he seems to still be harbouring them. This resentment from the days of yesterday might ruin his today.
The darkness in his room was supposed to comfort him but it was becoming a canvas for forgotten memories to resurface.
What if Taehyung truly was his soulmate?
Was he going to let his past control the actions he was taking today?
He lay his head to rest on the side wing of the upholstered chair he was resting on.
TW // blood
Gripping the arm of the chair he stood up, he needed to distract himself.
"Byung Chul," he called for his butler who had been waiting on him with a forgotten goblet of blood in a tray.
"Sir Jeon," stepped ahead, ready for his orders.
"Call Dae ho, tell him I want him over in 20 minutes," he said looking out the window. Maybe a good suck will calm him down, both ways.
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