pretty boy - taejin

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Jimin had lived his entire life with discrimination, from his younger days as an abandoned, lost vampire child who had yet to control his own animalistic instincts, and till now, as a mature and older man of some sort of maturity and knowledge.

But as he stepped out of the police station, stretching out his tired limbs and yawning widely, thanking Seokjin briefly for paying for the bail, he spotted his husband sprawled out on the floor in front of some coffee shop, covered in the sticky liquids of coffee, sobbing and screaming.

And his son was nowhere to be seen, either.

Some people were jeering at him, others pointing and filming the lilac-haired male. A couple of close people threw kicks at Namjoon's stomach and the male doubled over in pain, eyes shooting open at the impact. However, that didn't stop Namjoon from screaming out his son's name desperately. "Seokmin! Leave him alone!"

As the three drew closer, with Jimin dashing forward faster than lightning, the jeers became clearer and Jimin spotted Seokmin in the arms of some lanky teenage boy, who had lifted Seokmin up and was laughing wickedly while screaming, "Do you want to see his skull smashed or his fangs ripped out?!"

"Kill them both!"

"What kind of vampire dares to bring their children out here?! Must've had some sort of death wish."

"Vampires deserve to die, filthy bloodsuckers!"

Trembling with anger, he felt Seokjin's arm on his but he ripped those hands away and roared, pushing forward and knocking a couple of bystanders off their feet. The sudden intrusion shocked and stilled many of the people, and it was obvious the difference between Namjoon's pitiful state that was weak enough to be made fun of against Jimin's seething figure, arms hovering around Namjoon, rippling with muscles and his eyes blazing a fiery red as he stared defiantly up at the surrounding humans.

"Shit...Now that's a real vampire."

"You reckon the human was forced to watch some vampire children?"

"Damn, we should leave before he drinks our blood. Let's go."

"Put my son down," Jimin growled, staring at the teenage boy who had a wailing Seokmin in his arms. "Put him down!"

Seokmin was dropped onto the floor. The baby whimpered and tucked his limbs against his body, eyes scrunched up in pain. Jimin exploded.

But before he could charge blindly forward to attack the boy that had literally thrown Seokmin onto the floor, Taehyung's strong grip held him back, a warning growl pressed up against his ear. "If you attack someone, you'll have to really end up in that jail cell."

"It's odd to see you talking facts for once," Jimin responded gruffly, snapping away from his grip. He padded forward and lifted Seokmin up into his arms, hugging his son close to his body. The bruises and cuts on the baby's skin had already begun to heal and Jimin smiled a little: his boy was growing so strong already. He outstretched his arms towards Taehyung, and the blonde took Seokmin awkwardly into his own arms, his eyes round as he stared down at the baby.

Jimin then crouched over Namjoon, who was still twitching a little in pain and he slipped his arms under his husband, helping him up before leaning down and licking the wounds on his flesh, much to the bystander's shock, gasps rippling through the small crowd that had huddled around them.

"Is he drinking his blood?!"

"Call the cops! Call the cops!"

But Taehyung and Jimin were quicker. The two vampires stood, and Taehyung, sending a brief nod to Seokjin, locked arms with Jimin and the two vanished with Seokmin and Namjoon, leaving Seokjin completely alone, blended in with the crowd of shocked humans.

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"A-ah, p-please Jimin, it h-hurts!"

Jimin hovered over his husband's body, breathing heavily in his warm scent, calming his nerves and he leaned down to loll his tongue comfortingly over a large bruise on his hip, suckling areas of red skin softly, his hands roaming around his upper body and gently handling the human, praising every inch and curve of the human.

"I can't drink from you now, not when you're so hurt," Jimin murmured as Namjoon kept thrusting his neck and thighs to his lips. "Be patient, my love."

Namjoon's eyes filled with tears. "M-my cheek really hurts," he pointed to a blossoming bruise on the lower part of his round cheeks, "I think I got it when I was on the pavement."

Jimin felt anger bubble up in his stomach, but Namjoon was just so innocent and so close to him that Jimin snuggled closer to the warm body and he breathed in his scent again. "I've already kissed all those spots, baby. Get some sleep and tomorrow they should be gone,
alright? I love you."

Namjoon's lips twitched into a smile. "I love you, too, Jiminie." He giggled when Jimin pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Taehyung was completely confused as how to handle Seokmin.

The baby was obviously easily amused, but right now he had a frowny face and kept pointing at the fucking air and babbling something in a tone of order, and Taehyung simply didn't know how to communicate with the child.

"D-daddy?" Taehyung echoed the baby's blabbers of speech. "No, if anything, I'm Seokjin's daddy." Taehyung smirked as the baby giggled. "Is that funny? It's not a joke, it's true."

"Dada!" Seokmin squealed happily, clapping his hands together while cooing incoherently at Taehyung, his eyes round and sparkling. "Da-da!"

"Is that all you can say?" Taehyung muttered, squeezing the baby's chubby cheeks. "Daddy?"

Seokmin cooed and blew a raspberry at Taehyung's face, making him reel back with surprise before Seokmin burst out laughing again, "Fuck!" The baby shouted while laughing harder at Taehyung's shocked expression. "Fucker!"

"No, no, the hell? Where did you learn that?!" Taehyung exclaimed, lifting the baby off the sofa and onto the carpet. "No bad words."

But Seokmim stared at him for a moment before giggling and screeching, "Fuck!"