vampire's pet(Vkook)

3.3

a/n I'm pretty sure my writing style might have changed slightly (for the worse I haven't written in agesssss) + I don't know if this is triggering(Definitely not the most triggering thing in this fanfic)... but it's sad I think... (sorry <3) And!!!! I just hear thunder but I saw the flash and I'm hyped because I've heard thunder before but never seen the flash. + Sorry for the wait. I don't know why but I was dreading writing this until I actually started it. Which is why I procrastinated for soo long.

Taehyung is sure he's going to die.

Even though it makes no logical sense, he is sure it's going to somehow happen today.

As the sound of a cup clinking against something joins an amalgamation of other cafe noises: faint chatter, the rumbling of a coffee machine, a jar of sugar cubes being closed, money rattling in a cash register and so on; Taehyung can't help but wonder why in Christopher's Colombus map of the new world—is he here.

Here, as in sitting in a snug yellow upholstered chair, next to Yoongi, in front of a cute round table in a cafe that he believes should be a 10-star cafe (if such a thing exists); as in here, as in waiting for Jungkook as if the hybrid hasn't done anything to Taehyung or scarred him for life.

Nervous and doubting all of his life decisions, his fingers find solace in toying with the hem of his baggy back sweater. It's not really his usual unique clothes style. It's more closed off and allows him to hide away in its bagginess and hopefully, he'll merge into it or fully disappear inside of it when Jungkook shows up. Or maybe he'll just smoothly slink into it.

Kind of like a giant octopus. Except he's less cute and less adorable and instead ten times more worrying.

Why couldn't he have been born as an octopus? Life would've been so much easier.

There's this fear instilled inside of Taehyung, that despite him being in a packed cafe, with security cameras and Yoongi, Jeongguk will arrive and sneakily kidnap him and no one will notice he's gone. And that no one will save him this time.

That he'd be helpless and all, utterly alone.

He tries to convince himself that he's being absurd and that it's not possible, but how can he when he, himself, doesn't believe that? His chair creaks absurdly loud as he fidgets anxiously. But the noise is easily drowned under laughing and excited chattering from other cafe customers.

He shivers just at the thought of Jungkook and unconsciously clenches his hands into clammy fists. He glances forebodingly at one of the cafe clocks and squints slightly as he tries to read the time. He frowns. It's two minutes until his and Jeongguk's agreed meeting time.

Taehyung's scared.

He's really scared.

The strong cafe aroma of coffee and pastries and hot chocolate, unfortunately, doesn't seem to help him calm down. Neither does the worrying glance Yoongi shoots him.

His heart is heavy and it thumps relentlessly in irregular beats against his ribcage demanding release from its prison. His head pounds. Taehyung frantically chews at his lips and he digs his nails into his hands forming little crescents moons in an arc in his skin. His eyes are blurry and his forehead is etched with worry. He can feel in a peculiar clarity his blood thrumming through his veins. His hands uselessly clench around nothing. The cafe noises slowly, very slowly begin to fade away.

He shuffles frantically in his seat, replicating a trapped octopus.

There's a burning sensation in his lungs and at some point, it crashes through his lungs like a viscous tidal wave, ruthless and brutally honest. It pounds against his heart and Taehyung feels his pathetic little smear of confidence crumble.