Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

Addiction

Jungkook was addicted.

One week after he tasted her sweet blood, Jungkook found himself grunting as he sat on the throne. He had Y/n by his side, showing her each and every crevasse Breylin had to offer. There were servants around, tending to her every need. He made sure Y/n was treated like a queen. Anything she wanted, she had. She never complained about any of it. Part of him wondered if it was because she was falling for him. She didn't seem like she was turning into a Glutton, which relieved him as much as it worried him. The fact that her blood was so sweet was concerning as well, but he didn't care much. All that mattered was that she was his. Now, he had to find a way to taste her blood again.

Breylin was crowded today. Mostly because of the news that Jungkook would have an important visitor. Azazel was squawking at any bystander who stared at Y/n for too long. Jungkook had to say he was grateful for Azazel's company. The bat had personality. More personality than some people Jungkook knew. It was like Azazel was his right hand, not Jin. As much as Jungkook loved Jin, there were certain activities Azazel handled better. For some reason, Azazel felt more loyal. Jungkook pondered why. Jin never gave him a reason to find him disloyal. Over the centuries they had known each other, they hadn't had falling outs. In the decades since Breylin's birth, Jin helped every single step of the way. Yet Jungkook still couldn't fully trust him. Why?

"Breylin is a cave?" Y/n asked, glancing around.

"Not exactly. We have locations in many shapes and sizes all around New York City. This is our base of operations. My throne is here, and my servants come to give me gifts. I often get offered the blood of royalty. They think royalty has the best blood. How wrong they are." Jungkook turned to her, stroking his finger across her cheek. "You, my dear, have the best blood I've ever tasted and I've been alive centuries."

"Ew," Y/n said, wincing. "That was creepy. I don't think that was nearly as hot as you thought it was."

He chuckled, standing and going to her side. "I'll give you credit, Y/n. You're honest. I like that about you."

"I like your ass. You have a nice ass."

"Why do I even bother talking to you?"

Y/n grinned. "Tasty blood, remember?" She paused, looking down at herself. "I bet I taste good in other places too-"

"Alright, alright. Let's keep moving." Y/n laughed at his pale face, Jungkook grumbling a curse to himself. How did this woman end up as his intern? And a better question was how did she end up as his prize? She tasted amazing. He wasn't kidding when he told her about her delicious blood. It drew him in more and more by the day, and this past week had been torture attempting to find excuses to have her blood. There had to be an easy way to secure it rather than straight up asking. It was getting exhausting thinking of ways to have her again.

Jungkook brought her to the back of the cave where an opening was. They entered, and inside was a giant sector of Breylin that was shaped like a dojo. It was circular, the stone walls smooth at the top, but scratches littered the bottom and middle. There were vampires sparring, preparing for the upcoming battles. Surely Jimin would attack soon. If Jimin surprise attacked Jungkook at work, there was no way to know his next move. Jungkook made a mental note to reinforce security around his company. The last thing he needed was another surprise attack.

"This looks like a cult," she said, trembling. "Why did I agree to this?"

"You don't have much choice, my dear. We're at war with Jimin and his little gang of misfits, Hoseok and Taehyung."

"Hoseok?"

He knit his brows together. "Yes, Jung Hoseok. Is that an issue?"

"No, his name just sounds familiar for some reason." He could tell she was lying, but he decided to drop the issue. It wasn't worth prying. It didn't matter if she knew Hoseok or not; he was the weakest of the bunch. Not because he couldn't fight, rather because he wouldn't. He'd sacrifice himself if it meant his friends could live; there was no way he'd fight in Jimin's war.