"Everything. Fricking. Wrong. All that. Shit. Again. Frick."
With every word spoken, the pile of paper in your hands was torn into smaller and smaller pieces. The pit of rage was ended with the pieces being effectively thrown into the air and splattered around the floor.
"Frick!"
"You on it again?"
"I hate college!"
"Figures."
You stared at the screen in front of you, hanging on the last strands of your sanity to not throw it at the floor at well. You could manage to waste a little of paper, but wasting the $300 you paid for the device was way above your capability.
Yoongi stood behind you, staring either at you or at the screen, having close to no idea as to what you were working on, but sensing clearly that you weren't in the shape to keep going.
With no second thoughts, he grasped the armrests of your chair and spun it around so you were facing him instead.
"Here we go. Better?"
You deadpanned.
"I can admit that your face is a prettier view than that file, but it solves no problems."
"You can't solve any problems now either, so cut it off."
"I'm hungry."
"Get food."
"Bring me food."
"I'm not your servant."
"Then I'm going back to work" you muttered, grasping on the desk's edge to pull yourself back towards it. However, the man's grip on the armrests didn't allow you to do that, and you found yourself pointlessly trying to fight him, as if you didn't know by now that with his supernatural strength it was pretty much impossible to do. "Yoongiiii..." you whined. You were somewhat glad he wouldn't let you go back to work. But it was pretty much useles to stay in such position and do nothing.
"Get up and get food."
You looked him straight in the eye.
"Your food is always here when you want it, so I expect you to show some gratitude."
"Touché. But I'm still not doing it."
You squinted your eyes at him, sincerely annoyed.
"Then you'll starve, too."
"Ah, so?" a daring smirk crossed the man's features, one that made you rethink your own words. But it was too late to retreat, and you were going to stand your ground.
"Exactly. I won't give you my blood until you learn to treat me properly."
"Mm... Bold of you to assume you have any say in whether or not I get to drink from you." He hovered above you, a glint of crimson appearing in his irises. "And I think I'm thirsty, right now."
Your eyes widened in panic when his hand grasped your wrist, pulling you up and into his chest. In the first moment, it was the sort of primal fear, one you've used to experience a lot at the beginning of your friendship. It wouldn't really strike you if the other's action wasn't so sudden, with the hint of hostility that disappeared almost instantly, yet which you sensed all too clearly.
"I-it's really not a good idea" you mumbled pitifully, taking a glance towards your abandoned work. Taking a few minutes of a break would be tolerable, but being knocked out from blood loss was not something you could afford.
"Look at you. You look like you could pass out just from the thought of being bitten" Yoongi huffed contemptuously. "And you were trying to keep working? Just how stupid can you get?"
"Watch me."
He only snorted in response, staring down at your weak frame.
It did some good though, and you found yourself slowly forgetting about your other troubles. The perspective of being drained from blood was definitely more significant that some sort of project. These things were nothing but temporary, some dumb mistakes that could be fixed with time, no matter how troublesome they seemed now. But living with a vampire, a creature that fed on you and threatened on daily basis, happened to pull your mind off these things. With such perspective in mind, it wouldn't even feel right to think about something as meaningless like school or work.
And you were thankful for that. Especially knowing that Yoongi would never do anything to make his threats come true. He gave you the sense of safety you needed so badly, along with the sense of belonging and being needed, or even wanted.
"Hey, Yoongi?"
"Hm?"
"Are we like, family?"
The question was simple and completely taken out of context, but the man didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Just as if he kept it in mind, too, as if the thought was nothing new to him. Or maybe it was only your imagination, a silly hope of not being truly delusional.
"You can be my pet" he replied finally.
You huffed.
"You've ruined the mood."
"There was no mood, the fuck."
You only whined in reply, pitifully burying your face in his shirt. An annoyed 'tsk' escaped the man's lips when he attempted to push you off himself. It didn't take a genius to tell that he wasn't fond of physical contact if he wasn't the one to initiate it.
But you couldn't bring yourself to care, and even despite his supernatural strength with which Yoongi could easily shove you away, he didn't do that, which you were incredibly thankful for.
"Weren't you going to do your work?" he muttered, pushing hands into the pockets of his pants because he probably didn't know what to do with them anymore.
"Weren't you going to bite me?" you talked back with no much enthusiasm.
"I changed my mind. Wouldn't want to kill you by accident."
"Aw, should I be honored by such display of protectiveness?"
"I said I don't want to kill you by accident. Doesn't mean I'm against doing it on purpose."
"So scary~" you hummed.
"Mm, you really wanna test me?"
"What if~?"
His hand suddenly found itself on your wrist, pulling you harshly even closer to him, and his face was instantly in the crook of your neck, his fangs grazing your skin briefly in a silent threat. A quiet whimper escaped your throat, one that could be mistaken for a moan. And you had to admit, it wouldn't be far from truth.
"I can tell you're suddenly very fond of the idea of being bitten" Yoongi noticed in husky voice, but for once, it made a shiver run down your spine.
You unwittingly licked over your lips and the man chuckled at that. But you seemed so innocent in your attempt, so naive in your belief that he would never really hurt you.
And hell, even if truthfully, he had already planned your death, he'd never do anything that'd put you at a risk he wouldn't be able to predict and handle.
But you didn't need to know about any of it. Not yet.
"You're hopeless" he suddenly announced, with not much strength pushing you off and towards the door of your bathroom. "Go shower or something."
"Huh? That's all?" you whined, disappointed.
"Shut up, just go, and then straight to bed, got it?"
He was already turning his back to you, and you only pursed your lips, wondering if he's really so done with you that he will thoughtlessly just walk away.
In fact, once you left the shower, he was nowhere in the sight, probably out to find a healthier blood source than you currently were. But on your nightstand, a single chocolate bar laid, waiting for you to eat it before sleep.
You really couldn't expect more than that, could you?
