Sweet Thirst

Chapter 25

POV:

As the five-year-old vampire, though in reality a 23-year-old trapped in a child's form, nestled closer to Kim Taehyung's protective embrace, a flood of emotions washed over him. His young exterior belied the ancient soul trapped within, and as he felt the gentle rise and fall of Taehyung's chest, memories of centuries past flickered in his mind like distant stars. The sweet scent of Taehyung's blood, pulsing gently beneath his skin, stirred both hunger and gratitude within him, a bittersweet reminder of the bond they shared.

In the warmth of Taehyung's presence, the vampire child found solace and safety, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of his immortal existence. Each beat of Taehyung's heart was a rhythmic lullaby, soothing the jagged edges of his eternal loneliness. With every passing moment, the boundaries between protector and protected blurred, intertwining their fates in an unbreakable bond forged by trust and affection.

As the night enveloped them in its comforting embrace, the vampire child closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth radiating from Taehyung's body. In this fleeting moment of tranquility, he whispered a silent prayer of gratitude to the universe for bringing them together, knowing that as long as they remained entwined in each other's arms, they would weather any storm that dared to threaten their fragile sanctuary of peace and love.

As Jungkook's gaze traversed the peaceful scene before him, it began its journey from Kim Taehyung's luscious blond locks, each strand delicately framing his serene face. His eyes then drifted to Taehyung's unique features, lingering first on the captivating contrast between his monolid and double-lidded eyes, each holding its own story and depth.

Moving downward, Jungkook's attention was drawn to the elegant curve of Taehyung's nose, a feature so perfectly sculpted it seemed as if it were crafted by the hands of angels. His eyes followed the delicate trail of moles scattered strategically under Taehyung's eyes, along his nose, and gracing his cheek, each one a testament to the beauty of imperfection.

But it was Taehyung's lips that captured Jungkook's attention the most, for whenever they parted, they seemed to release not just words, but an aura of peace and security that enveloped them both in its comforting embrace. At that moment, as Jungkook took in the sight before him, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the presence of this remarkable soul in his life.

As Jungkook's gaze lingered on Kim Taehyung's features, a primal urge stirred within him, his fangs itching to taste the sweet nectar of blood once more. Memories of the intoxicating flavor flooded his mind, reminding him of the sheer bliss that coursed through his veins when he last indulged in Taehyung's essence. Yet, despite the tantalizing temptation, Jungkook hesitated, his trust in Taehyung not yet solidified enough to fully surrender to his instincts.

Amid this internal struggle, a metaphorical realization dawned on Jungkook. Just like a rose with its thorns, Taehyung, though outwardly gentle and fragile, possessed an underlying strength and complexity that Jungkook couldn't fully comprehend. The uncertainty of what Taehyung was truly capable of left Jungkook wary, his instincts urging him to tread cautiously.

With a heavy heart, Jungkook gently freed himself from Taehyung's temporary warmth, his decision fueled by a lack of trust rather than any malice. As he distanced himself, for now, Jungkook chose to err on the side of caution, unwilling to risk his own vulnerability in the presence of uncertainty.

With a heavy confused heart and a sense of unresolved longing, Jungkook gently extricated himself from the embrace, leaving Taehyung sleeping peacefully, cradling the pillow in his arms. He looked at the table where the previously bloodied knife lay, now cleaned. His gaze moved all around the room and the floor, which was now clean without any remains of broken glass.