vampire's pet(Vkook)

2.7

a/n I'm in love with their dancing. (P.s for anybody who hasn't seen the above, it's a dance cover). MIC DROP, Steve Aloaki's version, HAS BEEN RELEASED. + Did you see BTS on the Ellen show? (3137 words, whoop)

Jungkook stared at the spot where Taehyung stood previously (chapter 2.5). The man could hear Taehyung's words still echoing in his head, taunting him and confusing him. A gentle breeze floated past him, raking its warm hands through his hair. The sounds of civilians and traffic could be heard in the narrow alleyway, yet Jungkook ignored them, his mind solely focusing on Taehyung's and Yoongi's words.

It's cold.

A small boy and his parents are walking down a street. The little boy furiously tugs his mother's dress shirt and she shoots him an irritated glance. The street is cold and the wind is merciless as it bites down on the group's skin.

Involuntarily the boy's mother shivers, she eyes the look her partner shoots at her and mutters an apology. One does not show weakness, not one of their kind. It was an old tradition, and although they are only the ones of their kind left they still honour it.

The group halt at a large house that looms ominously over the grey street. The windows to the house are covered by plain wood and the steps leading to the entrance are steep and made of slabs of dark stone.

They climb up the stairs and the father of the boy hesitantly grasps a golden lion knocker attached to the door and rasps it. A loud noise echo across the street and the little boy moves closer to his mother and clutched her clothes tightly.

The place oozed negative vibes, even the street seemed to be painted in sad greys and unsettling black hues lurking everywhere. The sky was covered with a grey thick sheet of dismal clouds that seemed to stretch past the rickety turrets of the house. In all the ambience was unsettling and ominous.

The little boy's attention was drawn the door as it began to creep open. A figure emerged, it was a man dressed in party attire with combed hair. He seemed warm, contrasting the vicinity and he welcomed them cordially.

A large grin was etched on his face as implored them to come in. The group followed, stepping into the house and warmth immediately sinking into their bones. The parents allowed themselves to relax.

"I see you have not brought anyone?" The man inquired when he saw no human follow the group. The boy's father nodded, " I'm afraid we did not have time, and it would be rather distasteful to grab a passerby." The latter nodded in understanding, although his mood seemed to lower. However, his face immediately lit up as he saw the small boy peek from behind his mother's body.

"Who might you be little one?" The man eagerly questioned. The little boy looked up at him and opened his rosy lips, "Jungkook" he replied quietly, very nervous. "How old are you?" the man questioned again.

"8!" The little boy responded and scrunched his nose adorably. His mother couldn't help but ruffle his hair affectionately. The boy shot his mother an irked look and hurridly adjusted his hair.

" Wow! Very old then! Well," the man paused, addressing the two adults," The others are in the parlour, I suppose you two will wish to go there as well. Are you going to take wittle, little, ittle Jungkookie with you as well?"

Jungkook eyed the man with annoyance. He was not little! Also, who was he to nickname him? Jungkook shifted his feet in annoyance as his parents politely replied with "Yes."

The man turned swiftly, expecting the group to follow and after a few seconds, they followed him, Jungkook still clutched his mom's top. The corridor which the man led them down was dark and Jungkook shook with fear. He had never been here before and who knew what monsters lay here, lurking in the darkness? He reached out for his mother's hand and grasped it.