pretty boy - taejin

17

Ringing. A high, loud pitched, ringing.

It made Taehyung cringe and fall back, as well as Jimin. The ravenette let out an agonized curse and both vampire's eyes faded back to their normal color. However, the sound did not stop.

"FREEZE AND REMAIN ON THE FLOOR!"

Taehyung ran a hand through his blonde hair as he gazed around himself. "No...n-no no..." He mumbled, sitting up. The ringing became louder and Taehyung jerked forward at the noise, feeling nauseous.

Namjoon was quite confused at the way both vampires submitted themselves down so easily, and the way the men in black, with frightening looking weapons surrounded Jimin and Taehyung scared him. Clutching his stomach, he bustled forward to crouch over Jimin, who weakly raised his head and smiled crookedly.

"Hey, baby," He croaked, and Namjoon started sobbing. He started to wail as someone pulled him away.

"No! He's mine! Take me back—oh, please don't do this!" Namjoon cried, his tear stained eyes widening as the men cocked their guns. "No! They're innocent, please! Leave them alo—!"

"Shut up!" Someone punched him in the gut and Namjoon froze up. "They're vampires, don't you see?!"

Namjoon's body went rigid as something warm and hot trickled down his thighs. It began to pool beneath his legs, that quivered nervously. A choked gasp escaped his lips and someone held him from behind as he collapsed.

"Oh my God he's bleeding."

"Take him to the hospital!"

Namjoon started to cry harder. Jimin's dull gaze met his and everything went quiet. "T-the baby," Namjoon mumbled, eyes wide. Jimin smiled, unaware of the situation.

"Take care of it."

Namjoon moaned, jerking his head back as waves of pain coursed through him. He let out desperate whines, gasping and panting for breath. Dots clouded his vision, and Namjoon found himself writhing helplessly on the floor, as people around him started to dial an ambulance.

Namjoon was still crying.

Oh, God. Please don't let the baby die, please.

-

"Sir are you okay?"

Seokjin nodded a little breathlessly, ignoring the way a group of girls stared at him with interest. "W-what's going on?"

"Ah, there are filthy vampires over there~" One of the girls cooed, biting her lip and staring at Seokjin's vulnerable figure up and down. "They're going to take them to jail~ and there's a boy over there, poor boy, he's bleeding a lot from—"

"Namjoon," Seokjin cut her off and got dizzily to his feet, stumbling as he made his way over to Namjoon and cringed. He crouched beside the male, whose eyes were wide and frightened. Blood pooled around him and Seokjin couldn't help but share the male's fear.

Namjoon hiccuped, returning Seokjin's gaze.

"Do you think," Namjoon said, words slurred, "that my baby will be okay?"

Seokjin froze, looking up in shock. The nurses and doctors began to pull him away and Seokjin stood unsteadily, glancing back at Jimin and Taehyung, who were both collapsed on the floor with people surrounding him, holding weapons.

"Oh my God," he muttered, dashing forward.

"Sir, please stay back—"

"Out of my way!" He barked, running forward to cup Taehyung's cold cheek. "Tae? Can you hear me?"

The latter's eyes were dull. "S-so loud." Taehyung whispered. "C-can't hold it much longer."

Seokjin looked up as he realized there was a familiar radio-like machine sitting near them. "Turn that off." Seokjin growled, telling the nearest guard. "Turn it off or I'll sue you all."

The guard laughed. "As if you'd have enough money."

Seokjin grimaced.

"That device is my own handcrafted invention, now being produced in billions in factories across this country. Turn it off, or I will break it. You know how expensive they are?" He cocked an eyebrow challengingly.

The guard swallowed, before pressing the red button. Immediately, Taehyung and Jimin let out relieved sighs.

Jimin sat up immediately. "Namjoon—the baby."

Jimin stood, and people around him backed away visibly, uneasy chatter running among them.

"Where is he?" he snarled, stalking over to the pool of Namjoon's blood and sniffing the scent deeply. It was an unmistakable scent. "Where is my submissive?" Jimin growled, louder. His eyes flared red and the guards around them raised their weapons.

"Relax," Seokjin said, helping Taehyung up. "He doesn't crave any blood other than one person."

Seokjin met Jimin's gaze steadily. "Namjoon went to the hospital." His voice faltered. "I don't think the baby's going to make it."

Jimin's red eyes, if they possibly could, turned almost a sheet of icy grey. It was such a drastic change of eye color that even Seokjin froze up, and Taehyung let out the slightest, inconceivable growl.

"No," Jimin's lip curled, revealing long, sharp fangs. "That's impossible. He is holding my flesh and blood, that child is ours." He raised his threatening glance and swept the crowd. "Which one of you did it? Which one of you motherfuckers did it?!"

"Calm down, or we'll have to—"

Jimin threw the guard's hand off. "It doesn't matter anymore." His lips curled up into a cold smile. "Because now that the child is dead, Namjoon's not far off either."

Taehyung stiffened up and Seokjin shook his head. "No, that can't be." Seokjin met Jimin's eyes.

"If I'm going to die, I'm goi—" Suddenly Jimin froze. The smell of burning flesh filled the air and Jimin collapsed sideways. Seokjin, and the crowd around, watched in horror as Jimin's body started to burn up. His body jerked horrifyingly, his ashes leaving a dark stain on the street.

"If N-Namjoon is still alive," Jimin spat out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His body convulsed. "Tell him, that it was fun. H-he was the most," he coughed dryly, and Seokjin closed his eyes, "beautiful, k-kind-kindest human, and that we could've lived wonderfully. With beauti-beautiful children, j-just like him." Jimin smiled one last time up at the two of them. "I l-love you, Joon."

And with achingly slow seconds, Jimin was gone.

Taehyung made a weird nose and he pushed himself away from Seokjin, vomiting up blood and bile to the side.

Seokjin's mouth hung open in shock. Hot, shameful tears ran down his cheeks. It was unfair, so sudden. If Namjoon really was alive, how would he break the news to him? He saw Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, start to beat up a certain man. But no one stopped him, not even the guards.

"Bastard!" Taehyung roared. "You mother—motherfuckers!" Seokjin could barely hear the anger in his voice: only pure sorrow, "Die! Your blood will be the sacrifice to avenge his death!"

A chilling scream left the man's lips as Taehyung bit down on his neck, and like a dog, shook the body until it ripped apart into shreds.

Taehyung was panting, sobbing, collapsing on his knees. "Fuck you," he coughed out, licking his lips clean of blood, "fuck this unforgiving world."