pretty boy - taejin

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He suddenly pulled away.

Seokjin looked up in confusion, staring at Taehyung who had his eyes squeezed shut.

"They're not all that bad."

Seokjin bit his lip, confused at the reaction.

"W-well, I'm not too sure about that." Seokjin bit his lip and looked away, suddenly feeling embarrassed as an awkward silence hung in the air between the two.

Taehyung's eyes flitted open and Seokjin quickly looked up, expecting some sort of reaction but his dark brown eyes simply stayed cool, staring back at Seokjin with some sort of interpretable emotion.

"They killed your parents then huh?"

Seokjin nodded, getting a little emotional at the thought of his dead parents.

"You're lucky, though. You're rich and you're getting food on your table." Taehyung stood and left into Seokjin's guest bedroom. "I'm going to sleep."

Seokjin watched as the door closed, and he nodded. He was such a gentleman, he wondered how the boy ended up at his front door so battered and hurt.

-

"I'm starving."

The laugh that crackled through Taehyung's phone infuriated Taehyung. "Well, then why don't you tame him? Like what I did to Joonie. You'll never be hungry again, they become so submissive."

Taehyung shrugged, even though he knew Jimin couldn't see. "I don't know. It's too difficult, I guess."

"Difficult? Oh, please, Taehyung, I know you've killed more than ten people in one day and you were still prowling around looking for more to eat." Jimin's bubbly laugh flowed through the phone. "If I weren't there, I bet you would've never snapped out of your binge phase."

Taehyung let out a growl and Jimin snickered on the other end. "You know I'm way more powerful than you."

"Is that a challenge?" Taehyung mumbled, knowing that the statement was true.

"Sure, unless you're going all bat shit on me. I am not going to deal with you again when you're hungry." Jimin mumbled something else, and Taehyung heard the elder sigh. "Gotta go. Joon's being a bitch again."

There was an indignant yell and the line went dead. Taehyung sighed and tossed his phone next to himself on the bed, clenching his jaw as his stomach twisted again. All he could smell was Seokjin's delicious scent, and the sound of the older humming quietly with his angelic voice filled his ears.

"Taehyung?"

Taehyung looked up as the brunette peeked into the room.

"I-I've just cleaned the bath, so don't use it." Seokjin stumbled over his words as Taehyung stared at him intensely, turning around and accidentally hitting his head on the door. "Ow." He quickly left, muttering something about being humiliated.

Taehyung laughed under his breath.

"He's making me delirious." Taehyung shook his head, blowing out a tired breath.

-

Seokjin's cheeks kept flushing as he attempted to pull the pot from the top shelf. It had gotten wedged and he simply couldn't move it: and the fact that Taehyung was watching from behind was not helping.

"Come," Seokjin huffed, pulling hard, "out, you stupid pan!"

Taehyung's husky laugh was heard from right behind Seokjin and he squeaked as he felt his tough chest press up against his back, leaning over and grabbing the pot with ease.

Seokjin turned around, ears burning. "Thanks." He mumbled, setting it down and beginning to wash it.

He expected Taehyung to reply with a simple, "You're welcome," or something of the sort, but the younger pushed his face onto Seokjin's neck again, his blonde hair ruffling up against the nape.

"Ah—what are you doing?"

Taehyung smiled against his hot skin and Seokjin flinched when he felt something wet touch the back. Shivers ran up his spine and he stifled a giggle at how ticklish he was.

"A-are you licking my neck?" Seokjin stifled a laugh as Taehyung's fingers ran up his sides. "S-stop, I'm ticklis—agh—"

Seokjin's laughter quickly died down as he realized that he was not feeling soft tickles anymore, but a tight death grip and sharp teeth prodding against his neck.

"What are you—?"

A scream left his lips as Taehyung's teeth sunk down into Seokjin's skin. The sudden pain was unbearable, he was burning everywhere, blood was splashing down his clean white kitchen tiles and Taehyung was eating him, drinking his blood until he was just a sack of flesh and bone—

No. He couldn't do that.

For some reason, Taehyung shivered at the daydream. He couldn't stand thinking about drinking Seokjin's rather sweetly-scented blood, but drinking him to the point of death?

He didn't know why, but that seemed almost unbearable.

-

Is this being too rushed???