When you thought about the type of home Jungkook would live in, you always expected it to be typically modern; minimalistic mixed with a flavour of avant-garde like most of the people you had worked for in the past. However, you were surely taken aback the moment you stepped foot into his house to be met by the most beautiful wooden, antique stairwell to your right that led to the 2nd floor of his manor – the walls adorned with what you assumed to be family portrait paintings as they all contained a man, a woman and 3 children by their side. You noted how they all seemed to be from in and around the 18th century with the style of portrait – from the little you remembered about studying art history in school, as you began wondering if Jungkook possibly came from a long line of well-off nobles from back in the day.
"Can I take your coat?"
Jungkook took you right out of your thoughts as you turned around to him, finally being able to make out his face a little better from the dim lights that hung from the walls. As you smiled at him warmly, you noted his choice of clothes for home life – realising that they weren't that far off from what he wore at work. Black dress-pants and a white shirt; except this was the first time you had ever seen Jungkook without wearing one of his designer ties. His top two buttons that were usually pinned in the right place were undone, slightly exposing the beginnings of his delicate collarbone that you hadn't ever been able to steal a glance of. His shirt had now become slightly wrinkled and un-tucked from the waistband of his pants from what you thought was due to lounging around at home; giving him an air of casualness that stirred something from within you. "Oh, sure – thank you, Sir" you replied as you went to remove your coat from your shoulders, but not before Jungkook got his hands on it first.
"Oh" you let out – more of a squeak than a proper word as Jungkook tilted his head to the side, stepping his body very close to yours while sliding your beautiful white coat off your shoulders and down your arms – revealing to him your white button up shirt and pencil skirt that you had been wearing in his presence all day. As he lingered, taking in your smaller frame and doe-eyes looking up at him, you finally got to look into his face properly – noticing something...slightly different about his disposition. It was strange that he had even come so close to you to begin with, but something about the way he looked at you sent warning and excitement coursing through your veins that made your heart beat skip in delight. You weren't the type to usually swoon over the closeness of another human being, but Jungkook's eyes seemed darker, more alluring than usual – a sultry smile lying on his soft, pink lips that was almost intoxicating to witness. "Pull yourself together (Y/N)...he's your boss. Stop that, now" you scolded yourself as you took a step backwards, hearing Jungkook let a small chuckle out of his nose as he turned to hang your coat up on a small stand that stood waiting beside the entrance doors.
"Shall we make our way into the lounge? I just brewed some fresh coffee; I'll bring in a cup for you. Do you take sugar, (Y/N)? Milk?" Jungkook gestured towards the open planned room to his left as you followed his hand with your eyes, seeing a grand living area with the biggest open-cast fireplace you'd ever seen in your entire life – a beautiful suite sitting just in front of the large panelled window, along with other bespoke pieces of furniture that you had only ever witnessed in period dramas.
"2 sugars and a drop of milk. Thank you, Sir" you spoke with your gaze still on the open fireplace, walking into the room as if you were being pulled by a magnetic force towards the brightly coloured flames – completely in awe at the grandeur of what seemed to be a manor frozen in time from one of the most aesthetically pleasing periods of history. You didn't even notice that by now, Jungkook had made his way into his kitchen, closing the door gently behind him as he got to work on pouring out your coffee – and one for him too. Vampires didn't need to consume the things that kept humans alive, such as food and water – but unlike many of the cult stories that were spoken of, Vampires were nothing like what humans assumed them to be; other than the fact they drink blood. Vampires could eat 'normal' food if they so wished, but it wasn't a damning necessity like that of the ones that were bound to human souls. Nor did they have no reflection, nor did they combust in the sunlight – that was just something that humans made up all on their own. It often made Jungkook a mixture of feeling amused and misunderstood by the beings he wished to share the world with when he read about the tragic love stories and the gruesome horror tales about his 'kind'. He knew that these days, people were mistakenly under the illusion that a creature such as a Vampire that possessed no beating heart or soul was nothing more than a mere genre of book or film; but that's where Jungkook knew that humans were wrong. For Vampires did have a beating heart – but only when they consumed the blood of other sentient beings. As Jungkook stirred the sugar and milk in your coffee, he blinked softly – thinking about silly things like how he heated his entire manor when he didn't need to feel heat or warmth, but part of him yearned to feel the same sensations as humans felt. He had never known warmth, he had never known the bitter cold – he had never known love or hate for that matter either. The only thing close to any type of emotion that Jungkook had ever truly felt was hunger; and that was the only thing circling his mind right then and there. Thoughts of ripping your shirt clean off you, pulling your head to the side and sinking his teeth into your jugular while his hands roamed over your soft skin burned his curiosity with more intensity than the heat of a thousand suns.
