Jikook Oneshot Smuts •Kookmin•

Fangs

In which Jungkook is a vampire in a lighthouse, and Jimin is a delivery boy.

12,000 words

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Jungkook woke up to the sound of boat horns. He checked the time and groaned slightly. "Too early." He stood from the bed and groaned again. There was someone he didn't know in his bed again. He got dressed anyway, and went outside, hugging his clothes closer to him. 7am was not a prime time for him. Quite the opposite really.

He went to the dock, watching the boat slowly reel in. After what felt like forever, the boat finally came and he helped them dock, wrapping the rope and helping them get their bridge down. A super normal day. He talked to the captain and gave a thin smile, still annoyed he was awake.

They helped take the shipment inside the lighthouse, Jungkook calling people up to get their things, and helped the ship leave. 9am and a sunburn later, Jungkook went back inside, the person gone from his bed.

He had had to drink last night. He had to. He took a shower before going back to sleep.

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Jungkook woke back up after his alarm went off. A good 7pm, a normal time to wake up. He got up and put on his speakers, turning up his music loud. He went up the lighthouse and turned on the light, watching it go around a couple times before going back down and going to his work room. He didn't need to go out tonight...although Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung had practically begged him to. They fed regularly...but as a vampire, Jungkook didn't see the need to. He could go months without feeding, as he was fine. He just ate a lot of red meat.

Jungkook sat at his desk and got his pencils, erasers, and sharpeners to start drawing. He put some aloe cream on his new sunburn on his arm before starting, hating the sticky feeling.

Oceans. Oceans and oceans and oceans. That's what he loved drawing. Different shapes of them, different colors, different times of the day. He loved his job, his loved his life...but he had to admit; it was lonely. A loud, lonely life of himself, the ocean, and his lighthouse. His music kept him company, and he sang to himself as he drew...but he liked more.

A ring at his door made him stop thinking, he had installed a louder doorbell just in case, and he got up to answer it, thinking someone had come to pick up their delivery.

Instead he was greeted by his own delivery. Except this wasn't Eric, his usual.

"A delivery for Jeon Jungkook?"

"That's me." Jungkook pulled his phone out and turned his music down. "Sorry."

"You're good. Just sign here, and you'll be good."

"Is Eric no longer working here?" Jungkook signed and took his package.

"Nope. I'll be here for now on." He gave him a smile. "Have a good night."

Jungkook took a look at him and processed. "Wait! U-um if you deliver for a Kim Seokjin or Min Yoongi, tell them I'm sorry."

"Oh...um, okay?" He went to his car and left.

Jungkook watched him go, hand slightly outstretched before retracting slowly. "Fuck."

He could already tell his scent was different. A sweet smell instead of indifferent. He was shorter, well built, and cute. God damn was he cute.

He took his package and went inside, opening it and smiling happily. New brushes and thinner pens. A couple new paints, and a new sketch pad. Exactly what he paid for.