Bottom Taehyung Drabbles

A Snow Drop Spider, A Flower Like Froth Pt.2

[Vkook] [Angst] [1.2k Words]

Jungkook knows he shouldn't seek love from a monster, but when Taehyung looks at him, he finds it anyway.

Note ; Angst, angst, angst.

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Taehyung can be kind. He can be as soft as a gentle summer breeze, a comforting chill in the cruel midday heat, he could be caring; the hand that delicately pats the small of Jungkook's back and the worry-filled coos Jungkook hears when he is sick.

He can be the constellations in the night, the dim, soft lights that lights the way. The hand that guides him patiently through the corridor until Jungkook finds the door to his given-bedroom when he is far too tired or simply half-asleep and had somehow forgotten to go back into his room.

Yet where he is kind, Taehyung can also be cruel.

He could be sharper than the claws that dug into Jungkook's shoulders until they drew blood, harsher than the roars of threats his threw at Jungkook. He could be the night itself, taking away Jungkook's vision and leaving him alone where he is completely defenseless and afraid. In more severe cases, he is fire that burns, the menacing and merciless agony that leaves Jungkook crying for days.

At the moment, Taehyung is... unkind.

He is not whispering sweet nothings into Jungkook's ears, soothing the back of Jungkook's nape in an attempt to comfort him, but he is not necessarily clawing at Jungkook's neck either. Still, as Taehyung paces around the room with a pair of eyes far more feral than the wolves outside the castle's walls, Jungkook finds his cheeks wet and his vision blurry with tears.

"Come here, Jungkook," Taehyung calls for him, but Jungkook only flinched fear evident in his eyes and the way that he clutched his wounded arm to his chest. Taehyung's eyes soften at the sight, red eyes slowly turning yellow and Jungkook thought if it weren't so dark and if Taehyung's dimly lit eyes weren't the only source of light they had in the room, Jungkook wouldn't have noticed it. "Darling, come here," He says again with a tone much softer.

Jungkook found his legs moving against his will, heart desperate to come near to the source of the voice that had called for him so sweetly. When he is close enough, Taehyung let out a soft sigh, "By Gods," he says with a voice that made it sound like he was going to cry, "What have you let me done?"

The creature softly pried Jungkook's wounded arm from his clutch, assessing the long, deep scar that marred the skin on Jungkook's forearm. Taehyung brought the wound close to his mouth and gave it a lick, Jungkook flinched at the sensation but doesn't try to pull his arm back.

Taehyung sighs again as he kept licking, this time his sighs very clearly show that he is delighted. He hums and breathes into the wound, eyes disappearing behind dark bangs as he pressed his face impossibly closer into the wound on Jungkook's forearm.

"This is why I have you here," Taehuyng hissed sucking harshly at the wound when blood doesn't ooze out quite as easily anymore, "This is why I took you in. You are good for nothing else."

Jungkook doesn't try to move away, just cried a little bit harder and held his breath.

The next morning, there is an apple pie and blueberry pancake on the dining table – while Taehyung and the wound on Jungkook's arm is nowhere to be found. Taehyung appears again sometime in the evening with a long glove that covers up his entire forearm that he claims to be the 'newest fashion trend', but Jungkook's wound remain gone.

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Jungkook doesn't doubt that Taehyung will kill him one day, the exact same way Jungkook doesn't doubt that Taehyung is a monster.

No man has fangs like Taehyung does; sharper than that of a wolf's and yet smaller than any feral beast's canine. No man's eyes glow like Taehyung's –or, well, no recorded living being within existance has eyes that glows at all, let alone change color from red to yellow from time to time. Yet beyond it all, was the fact that Taehyung does not eat; this one, Jungkook thinks must be the strangest trait the creature possesses.

Jungkook have lived with the man for five years. Taehyung goes out of the house perhaps once or twice a month, while Jungkook himself wasn't allowed to set foot outside the castle so of course Jungkook could more-or-less monitor the man all day and all night, every day. Taehyung mostly just sits in the library, reading books that seemed so much older than himself –or he'd be cooking in the kitchen, but then again only to make a single-portion meal, and then he would make Jungkook finish the entire thing, making sure he wasn't leaving a single crumb of bread nor a single grain of rice.

It is uncanny, and the more Jungkook thinks about it the more intrigued he is by the subject.

At first the people in his village had called creatures like Taehyung incubus; devils who feeds off sex, and so Jungkook thinks he would die every time Taehyung asks him to sleep with him, yet no matter how many times they've done it, Jungkook always comes back alive and well. And then Jungkook finds Taehyung has a thing for his blood, because the damn creature blushes in excitement and groaned in ways he never would otherwise when he is sucking on Jungkook's blood, but Jungkook could count the amount of times Taehyung had done that on the fingers on one of his hand – and no living creature should be able to live off less than five meals within five years, right?

"What do you eat?" Jungkook decided to throw the question blatantly one Saturday evening when the sun is low and Taehyung's skin seemed to glow with the golden shade of the sun falling graciously on him, "You must eat something, anything. Won't you die like this?"

Taehyung stares at him for a bit, eyes glinting, "Souls, dear," He says with a tiny smile, "Human souls preferably, but anything else is fine, too."

Jungkook, taken aback at the answer, stutters when he asks his second question, "W-What –how do, uh, how do you eat souls?"

"Any way I want to, I could break a man's neck and suck out his soul, I could make someone fall in love with me and then suck out their soul." Taehyung says easily with a sigh, a sly smirk slowly making itself known on his lips, "I could do it when I'm having sex too. So yes, if you're wondering whether or not you could die while having sex with me, the answer is yes."

Taehyung notices the way all color seems to fade from Jungkook's face, and added mischievously, "Rest assured, Jungkook, as I've told you before, you mustn't doubt my self-control. Instead, have pride in the fact that you are quite knowledgeable."

It's funny how, despite his newly-induced fear due to their evening conversation, Jungkook still let the creature pull him into his bed that night. And even though as Taehyung rode him, Jungkook is fearfully pliant and barely pushes for a quicker pace; unlike how he usually would, he still finds himself incredibly sated and happy when Taehyung lets him come inside.

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What'd you think?

I'm sort of liking Taehyung's character a little bit too much...