A Taste Of Midnight

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Seokjin's lips pressed firmly against Jungkook's, the intensity of their kiss deepening with each passing second. For Seokjin, this kind of desire was foreign, a hunger that went beyond his vampire instincts. His senses sharpened, and he could feel every beat of Jungkook's heart against his own, a rapid rhythm that only fueled his own growing fervor. He tried to hold himself back, to control the power stirring within him, but the kiss made him lose himself.

As his arousal surged, his fangs instinctively elongated, his nails sharpened to claw-like points, and his strength doubled. It was a transformation he hadn't experienced in years, the raw force of his vampiric nature surfacing uncontrollably. Lost in the sensation, Seokjin didn't realize how dangerously close he had come until his fang accidentally grazed Jungkook's lower lip, drawing a small bead of blood.

The taste hit him like a shockwave.

The metallic tang of Jungkook's blood sent his senses spiraling, his pupils dilating as the scent overwhelmed him. Seokjin froze, his eyes widening in horror as he pulled back slightly, his lips tingling with the warmth of Jungkook's blood. His heart pounded with a mix of shame and disbelief as the gravity of his actions dawned on him.

In a sudden, panicked reaction, Seokjin pushed Jungkook away, but he forgot to control his strength. Jungkook was flung across the room, hitting the ground with a pained grunt, his eyes wide in shock.

Seokjin stared, his hands trembling as he watched Jungkook struggle to sit up, the pain evident in his expression. Guilt washed over him, sharp and suffocating, and he took an unsteady step back, unable to face the consequences of what he'd just done. How could he have let himself lose control like that? How could he, a creature with centuries of discipline, endanger Jungkook so easily?

"Jungkook..." he whispered, voice trembling with regret, but no words could convey the depth of his guilt.

The reality struck him like a blade. Loving a human was dangerous-dangerous not just for the human, but for himself. It meant vulnerability, complications, emotions that he had long tried to bury. It meant the possibility of losing control, of hurting the one he cared about. He couldn't allow himself to indulge in that desire, not when it put Jungkook at risk.

In a moment of confusion and despair, Seokjin turned on his heels, his mind clouded by fear and guilt. Without a word, he dashed out of the room, leaving Jungkook alone, his heart heavy with a sorrow he hadn't felt in years.

As he disappeared into the shadows, the memory of Jungkook's stunned gaze haunted him, a reminder of the impossible emotions he could no longer deny-emotions that were both terrifying and tragically beautiful. But for now, he could only run, hoping distance would erase the ache in his chest, even as he feared it never would.

Jungkook groaned as he pushed himself up, the ache in his shoulder and ribs reminding him of the force with which Seokjin had thrown him. He pressed a hand to his lip, feeling the faint sting from the graze of Seokjin's fang. A small trickle of blood smeared on his fingertips, but his mind was too preoccupied to focus on the pain.

"Seokjin..." he whispered, looking around the now empty room.

He stumbled toward the door, a sense of urgency building in his chest. Despite the pain, he needed to find Seokjin. The intensity of their kiss, the depth of the emotions he'd felt-it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. And the way Seokjin had looked at him, so raw and vulnerable, had stirred something in him, a desire that he couldn't easily dismiss.

Jungkook stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridors, but Seokjin was already gone. It was as though he'd disappeared into the shadows, leaving only an eerie silence in his wake. Jungkook's heart pounded with a mix of confusion, frustration, and something dangerously close to desperation.

"Seokjin!" he called out, his voice echoing down the empty hall.

He knew it was futile. Seokjin was a vampire, and if he didn't want to be found, it would be nearly impossible to track him down. But that didn't stop Jungkook from searching, his footsteps echoing as he wandered through the corridors, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, to at least get some kind of explanation.

The memory of Seokjin's touch lingered on his skin, that icy yet electrifying grip that had sent a shiver through his spine. He could still feel the pull, the inexplicable force that had drawn him to Seokjin from the very beginning. But now, it felt like a void-a hollow emptiness left in the vampire's absence.

"Why did you run...?" he murmured to himself, his fists clenching at his sides. He couldn't understand why Seokjin had fled, why he'd reacted with such fear and guilt. It was as if Seokjin was fighting a battle within himself, a conflict Jungkook had only glimpsed but not fully understood.

The emptiness around him grew colder, the silence pressing in on him as he realized that Seokjin was truly gone. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, shoulders slumping as a wave of helplessness washed over him.

But even in the midst of that feeling, he found himself resolute. He wasn't going to give up, not after everything he'd felt, everything he knew now. He was falling for Seokjin, drawn to him in ways he couldn't explain, and he wasn't about to let him slip away that easily.

Determined, Jungkook straightened his shoulders, brushing off the lingering ache from his rough encounter with Seokjin's unexpected strength. His eyes hardened, a newfound resolve settling over him like armor. If Seokjin thought he could just disappear, leave him hanging in the wake of that intense, inexplicable connection, he was wrong.

Jungkook's mind raced with possibilities. He knew that a mere human wouldn't be able to track down a vampire, especially one as elusive and guarded as Seokjin. But Jungkook wasn't just any human-he had the kind of persistence that wouldn't let him rest until he had answers. He wanted-no, needed-to understand the man, or rather, the vampire, who had completely shattered his sense of normalcy and ignited something deep within him.

A thought struck him, and he started moving with purpose. Seokjin's world wasn't entirely a mystery-Kim Heritage Corp., and more importantly, Seokjin's private mansion, were known to him. Jungkook had heard enough about the sprawling estate, whispered about for its grandeur and secrecy, to know where to start.

If Seokjin wouldn't willingly come to him, then Jungkook would bring himself to Seokjin's doorstep. He wasn't about to sit idly by, not after that moment between them. He'd do whatever it took to bridge the distance that Seokjin had put between them, even if it meant breaching the vampire's carefully guarded domain.

The idea was risky, maybe even reckless, but it didn't matter. As far as Jungkook was concerned, this wasn't over-not until he had the answers he was after.

Finally, he murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Seokjin, you may be hiding... but you won't be able to keep me out."