Claim || Yoongi X Reader

Part 9

Oh my goodness, how do I even begin? 

I've had a two year hiatus with no warning... but I'm back? Please don't kill me?

I've been focusing on my degree and have finally graduated. Now I can focus on the hobbies that I love, one of them being writing. This fic has been close to my heart ever since I started it, and I'm excited to bring it to a finish soon. I also have plans for other fics that I'm very excited for as well. Please stay tuned everyone, this is gonna be a wild ride.

Now, without further ado, Part 9!

Y/N POV

Eye contact was not a concept that you participated in that evening as feeding was commencing. You couldn't look at Yoongi because you were afraid what the sight of him would do to your heart rate. You couldn't look at the other boys because you felt like your thoughts would be written all over your face and you couldn't take the teasing. You couldn't look at your mother because you knew you would only see suspicion and judgment.

Before the hour had arrived, you'd debated begging Yoongi to just take you away—there was no way you'd make it out of this alive. You could almost sense that your blood would basically sing for him in your veins and your heart would beat so fast it'd take flight. That damn thing people call 'a sense of responsibility' kept you at bay, and was the reason why you were seated at the dining room table among the eight most important people in your life.

You didn't have to make eye contact, anyway. You could feel their stares burning a hole through your cranium.

After everyone was gathered, a long period of silence followed, and it was beginning to make you tense to the point that you almost got up and ran anyway, but the sound of Seokjin's voice breaking the silence was enough to stabilize you. "Yoongi," he began, and you looked up to see Seokjin look at him, "You go first, and I'll follow. I'd prefer it if we got you taken care of tonight and you could retire early, as I'd like to speak with you as soon as the both of us are finished."

Your eyes flitted over to Yoongi, who had his mouth pressed into a thin line. "Very well," he responded. His gaze then settled on you, and you swallowed.

Ba-dum.

"Just," your mother began, narrowing her gaze on the both of you, but specifically Yoongi, "be quick about it. I'd like to talk to Y/N when this is finished, too."

Jesus, why is everyone being so damn cryptic? you wondered with a slight tinge of annoyance. You didn't have much time to think about it. Yoongi was promptly at your side, abiding by the commands he was given. Though, you could sense, as he stood above you with that hungry but still gentle look in his eyes, he would have been eager to start as quick as possible anyway. Already, you could feel your breath quicken, sure that everyone else could sense the change, too; even your mother, despite her lack of supernatural abilities. Hell, even an idiot could probably tell. Unbidden, your hands reached for Yoongi as he reached for you in return. He brought you to your feet, and all you wanted in that moment was to sink into him and disappear in his warmth.

From the moment Yoongi bent down and bit into your neck, you felt the adrenaline abruptly kick through your body like a fist to a punching bag. You were unprepared for the impact and had to grip at the fabric of his jacket for stability. Immediately you could tell—this was different. Your brain had a hard time discerning why, as the feeling of Yoongi's body around you consumed you. Each pull he took from your body—pulls that were much stronger than he'd previously done before, his teeth still deeply latched inside you—was almost like two magnets being pulled together as the poles became more opposite. Yoongi was becoming filled by you, just as he was draining you, and this magnetic opposition seemed to latch the two of you together. It was unlike any feeling you'd ever experienced before.