Clan comes first

Chapter 1 - The Incident

Yoongi walked into the kitchen after a short trip to the store. Hoseok and his damn oreo addiction. Oh well, they had enough for at least a week now. Hopefully.
As he stepped towards the cabinets to put the snack away, he noticed the floor was wet.
Oh for crying out loud. Jimin had spilled blood all over the floor again..

The black haired man grumbled with annoyance before tossing the bag aside and then hurried up the stairs.
«Jimin!» He shouted as he walked into the room. The young vampire sat in the corner with his tablet, playing some silly game.

«Are you serious? You spill blood all over the kitchen floor, again, and then you go to your room and play?» Yoongi shouted angrily. The stench of blood was bad enough for him, but when the mess of a boy Hoseok dragged in here 2 months ago was a pain.

«Oh back off, Yoongi! I had better things to do than scrub the floor»Jimin snapped back. Yoongi was an annoying human, and Jimin hated that Hoseok insisted they stayed with his lover. Sure, he cooked good food, but it didn't help when you needed blood to stay alive. Hoseok luckily always took care of that, but.. either way, Yoongi was just pointless to Jimin's mind. And a constant nag.

«Oh so that's my job now? To clean up after your disgusting needs? Want me to wipe your ass too, kid? What's wrong with you! No manners or respect??»
Yoongi knew he shouldn't push the kid, Hoseok had warned him.. but he was sick of this, and angry. This brat kept treating him like he was inferior, just because he was human.Besides, this was his home! He was too angry to notice that Jimin's eyes flared and that he got more and more angry.

«Cleanup your fucking m-» He gave out a gasp as he felt fingers wrap around his throat, slamming him down to the floor harshly.
Yoongi started fighting, realizing immediately what danger he was in. Jimin was going to kill him. Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK, he kept thinking as he tried to kick Jimins legs out from under him, trying to get him off balance. Hoseok had been teaching him how to fight off a vampire attack just in case his enemies attacked, but.. this wasn't training.This was an attack, and a powerful one.

Finally a kick hit right at the boys thigh, making Jimin slip off, so Yoongi used the chance to hit him in the throat, getting away. He got up and bolted out of the room, hurrying towards his and Hoseoks room to hide. Knowing he could lock Jimin out from there.

There was the door.
Almost there!

Few more steps, and safe....

But no

Just as Yoongi reached out for the door, he felt the arms grab his shoulders, throwing him to the wall and pinning him stuck.
He felt sharp fangs sink into his throat, and nimble fingers cover his mouth to mute any scream he made for help.

For Hoseok.
Oh god.

Hoseok...

Help

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Jimin ripped into the throat ahead of him, mind blank and vision red. It tasted so good. So warm. So much better than the stale blood Hoseok got him... it was amazing. Biting down again and again, blood was going everywhere, and Jimin didn't care. All he could care about was the taste. The sweetness. The heat.

He slowly slid down to his knees, his food still pressed up tightly against the wall as he relished in it all.
Feeling the blood on his skin and down his throat, all over his face...
It felt like he was in heaven.
After a while he pulled away from the torn throat,resting his face in the blood while he panted, chuckling to himself while he rode the high.

But the high wouldn't last.
It didn't take long for his vision to clear, and his mind to work again. For him to realize what he had done..

This wasn't a victim...
This wasn't some blood bag to fed on...
This was...

His friend.
His sires lover.
Min Yoongi... He had ripped into Yoongi. Torn his throat open and emptied his blood out.
He had taken his life....

«...No...»Jimin whispered and slowly reached up to touch Yoongi's cheek,praying he didn't do what he thought he did... But he was limp. His brown eyes were almost black, and lifeless.
The skin that Hoseok loved to compare to sugar... was even whiter than snow now...

Jimin jolted himself away, slamming his back against the wall on the other side of the hallway, feeling the tears starting to stream down his face while he stared at his friend. At what he did.

Hoseok would be so mad...