Love in the Shadows || Vsoo

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Taehyung slowly opened his eyes and found himself in his room. To his surprise, there were two people in the room who seemed unaware of his awakening.

Taehyung realized that the two people in his room were Jisoo and Irene. He remained still, observing their presence and wondering what had brought them here.

Irene's voice carried a tone of frustration and disappointment as she scolded Jisoo. "What kind of wife are you? You cannot even take care of your husband!" Her words hung in the air, signaling some tension between them. 

"Don't teach me! A wife who cannot be loyal to her husband shouldn't be speaking" Jisoo retorted, her voice laced with anger and defensiveness. 

The tension in the room was palpable, and Taehyung remained still, listening intently to their exchange.

Irene's eyes darken. "It was a mistake!" Jisoo lets out a hollow chuckle. "Yep, absolutely. You ending up in my husband's room on the day of his needing, dressed in the most provocative attire, was indeed a mistake."

Before Irene could argue further, Jisoo threw a glass of hot water at her. "If you don't want something worse to happen, get out!"

Irene took a step towards her younger sister, but before she could do anything, Jisoo thrust a fork right through her hand. 

"I said, GET OUT!" Jisoo's eyes were red, and it was clear that she was engulfed in anger.

Irene cried out in pain, shot Jisoo one last glare, and said, "You will pay for this." She then left, leaving Jisoo and Taehyung alone in the room.

Taehyung gulped, recognizing that Jisoo had indeed changed a lot. She tossed the fork aside and locked the door before turning towards him.

"I know you're awake," Taehyung cursed under his breath, slowly opening his eyes. What he saw made him close them again. 

She stood there, unbuttoning her blouse, leaving her in an off-white brassiere. "What... what are you doing?" 

Taehyung needed to feed; his body lacked energy and seeing her like this was no help either.

The bed sank as Jisoo sat beside him. "Taehyung," he didn't respond. She slowly buried her face into his neck, breathing in his scent like oxygen. His breath became uneven. "Don't do this, Jisoo, you will regret it."

She moved closer and bit his skin lightly, then licked before replying, "Trust me, I won't." "Jisoo," he moaned. 

"Feed on my blood, Taehyung." She moved away and rested her head on the headboard, then tilted her head a little, giving him full access. His eye color changed, craving more and more of her blood.

"Jisoo, don't force yourself," he urged, gazing deeply into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or troubling emotion that could pose a problem in the future. 

"I am all yours" she declared, his last thread of patience unraveling. If she had no issues, neither did he.

He kissed her lips tenderly, then moved to her chin and jaw before making his way to her neck. "I am sorry for this pain," he whispered, and with that apology, he buried his fangs in her neck. 

He lost control, the taste of her after three years feeling different. He loved the sensation, craving more and needing it desperately.

He went deeper and deeper, sucking more and more from her. She bit her lower lip, doing her best to stifle the continuous flow of tears. 

Digging her nails into the bedsheet, she was losing a significant amount of blood. He needed to stop, but she didn't tell him to. 

Instead, she let him continue because she knew this was his first time feeding since she was gone.

"Taehyung," she said, her voice weak, and then she fainted due to excessive blood loss.

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Taehyung cursed himself while seated on the chair, his gaze fixed on Jisoo in a profound slumber. It had been four hours since she fainted, yet there were no signs of her waking up. 

After Raven learned about Jisoo, she chose to keep Adrian at her residence. 

Taehyung's anxiety deepened with every passing moment, regretting the uncontrollable hunger that led to Jisoo's unconscious state.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, an ache for her touch still lingering. The desire to draw close to her, to hold her, kiss her, and relive the moments from the past consumed him. 

He yearned for her to understand that his words were sincere, that he was entirely hers, with no intention of retracting his commitment. 

His longing for her had intensified, transcending the depth of what he felt in the past.

Opening his eyes, he approached the bed with determined steps. Stripping off his clothes, he stood in only his underwear. 

Hovering over her, he gently removed her clothes, leaving her in her undergarments. Lying beside her, he cradled her in his arms, his hands encircling her waist. 

They were intertwined, her body snuggled into his chest, and his fingers tangled in her hair. This was a familiar tableau, reminiscent of the times in the past when she would lose consciousness after he fed on her.

In those days, he could predict the exact moment she would awaken. Yet, in the current circumstance, he had no inkling of when her eyes would open. 

As he held her close, the weight of uncertainty pressed upon him, a stark contrast to the reassurance their closeness once provided.

The room was steeped in silence, broken only by the soft rustle of the sheets and the faint breaths they shared. 

As he continued to hold her, Taehyung couldn't help but reflect on the fragility of their current situation and the unspoken questions lingering in the air.

He waited patiently, hopeful for the moment when she would stir and return to consciousness, bringing with it the potential for reconciliation and understanding between them.