vampire's pet(Vkook)

3.4

a/n MGK's rap devil is never getting out of my head. Endgame. (EIther is Eminem's kamikaze) Good morning or Afternoon, wherever you are!

The world of Jungkook is complicated.

As he sits down, alone, hair bedraggled and streaked with rain and impassive face, he realises with despairingly that his current predicament boils down to several things:

a) Taehyung his soulmate has left him and...(It's too complicated for Jungkook to understand)

b)He has no house currently (because of part a)

c) Yoongi's lost faith in him (again, because of part a)

The hybrid slouches further down a cafe armchair and questions the quality of the cafe he's sitting in. The air is musty and the coffee he ordered is so milky that he's not sure if he ordered an entirely different drink. Outside the wind is ferocious and Jungkook watches distantly at the turbulent weather. Rain pelts against gravel and drizzles down the side of black pipes and a milk stained bus stand and collects in dips in the roads and pavements outside the cafe.

The noise of rain fades into the background as Jungkook lifts a calloused hand up to his face, stares at it for a while as if it were a strange entity and turns his hand around, palm facing towards his addled brown eyes.

It's a few seconds of impassive staring until he turns his hand around abruptly and shoves it in his trouser pockets as if the sight disgusts him.

He feels nine again, befuddled and unchaperoned as he dangles his legs on a vintage style chair that curls upwards as if desperate to reach the heavens from the hellhole it's restrained in. His snarling mother wrangles vehemently with his furrow-browed dad and Nine-year-old-Jungkook watches flummoxed and still; their figures driven with unmaskable fury. The night ended with tears dripping down his cheeks and confusion a tempest which wrecked his heart.

He feels the same emotion now bubbling at his throat, whispering poison into his ear. Who knew that soulmates would be this detrimental? How did his life become this tangled mess?

He's lost with what to do regarding Taehyung. He remembers his mother's and father's words as fresh as yesterday emboldened in his mind. He remembers Taehyung's sweet scent like lilacs enshrouding him, alluring his senses. He remembers his blood, quenching his everlasting insatiable thirst.

Truthfully, he remembers everything, down to the little detail.

He remembers his smile after they first had sex.

He remembers jewel-like fat tears dripping down Taehyung's cheeks and agony instilled cries for help and for Yoongi.

Yoongi.

A stab of jealousy transfixes him. His hands turn white as they clench the handle of his now cold coffee.

Are Yoongi and Taehyung...

It's almost like self-torture, but his mind can't help but wander back to their relationship. It's horrible. He pokes his tongue into his cheek irked.

Are they...

His teeth are tearing at the weak skin of his lips and the taste of red on his tongue is minuscule compared to the jealousy that his brain bathes in.

in a relationship..?

He frowns.

They aren't right...?

Why does it matter if Yoongi and Taehyung are in a relationship anyway? A nagging voice in the back of his head seductively whispers down his ear.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, he could just snatch Taehyung away again.