Infernal Desires [Vampire Jungkook X Reader]

Throne of hell

Jungkook dropped to his knees, breath ragged, eyes locked on Y/N's bleeding body as it hovered mid-air-her blood painting the obsidian steps of Lucifer's throne crimson.

The devil sat unfazed, resting his chin on his palm. "Well done. Now... you may leave."

"What?" Jungkook's head snapped up, disbelief etched in every line of his face.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable. "Yes. I never said it would be instantaneous. Nor is it written anywhere, is it?"

Jungkook's chest heaved, fury bubbling up in his throat. "No... No!" he growled, pushing himself to his feet. "Why?! Why can't you give me her now?! I did everything!"

But the devil merely smiled, bored. With a flick of his fingers, the world around Jungkook vanished.

In the next second, he reappeared on Earth, right in front of the four witches. The place where the ritual began was quiet now-eerily still. They looked up in alarm at his sudden return, but Jungkook said nothing.

His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock and pain. And then-he vanished again.

In the woods, where his men had been waiting, the cold air shifted.

"Master!" Namjoon called, rushing toward him the moment Jungkook appeared from thin air.

But Jungkook didn't respond.

He brushed past Namjoon like a ghost and slipped into the car, collapsing onto the seat in silence. The smell of blood still lingered on his clothes-her blood.

Namjoon cautiously climbed into the front seat. He looked back at his master, eyes filled with concern. Jungkook sat stiff, staring blankly at his own hands, still stained red.

For the first time in centuries, the great vampire king felt it.

Guilt.

Regret.

Loss.

Two months later...

At first, Jungkook waited. He believed she would return within days. Maybe a week. He reassured himself with Lucifer's smirk and the silence that followed the sacrifice. He always keeps his word, he thought.

But days turned to weeks. Weeks bled into months.

And nothing.

There was no sign of her-no pulse, no energy trace. Just a heavy, endless void.

Jungkook was no stranger to pain, but this was different. This was the kind of pain that doesn't scream-it whispers and lingers and grows.

He stopped all his activities and stayed all day in the castle, leaving the business on Namjoon and Iseul. Work is the least he could care about now.

He'd sit by the window for hours, staring at nothing, red eyes dulled and tired. The man who once moved like thunder now barely walked, drifting through rooms like a ghost, jaw clenched, mind spinning.

Namjoon tried. Iseul tried. Everyone did. But how do you bring life back to the man who lost his?

They all waited-not for her return, but to see how long Jungkook could survive this mourning before it broke him for good.

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Somewhere else..

Y/N stirred.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in a high ceiling of black stone and gold carvings. Her body felt strange-not heavy, not sore, just... light. There was no pain. Not even a scar.