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Seokjin’s biggest mistake was searching for sources through a vampire/human matching agency. He should’ve known that no normal person would register there to get regularly bitten by a vampire. His second mistake was getting too attached to said sources.
Namjoon was the first he picked. Big tall and handsome immediately caught his attention when he browsed pictures and read through descriptions. Namjoon’s video interview where he blushed and laughed shyly, showing off his dimples, only solidified Seokjin’s need to have him.
Next was Taehyung. The unmatched beauty of him (rivaled only by Seokjin himself) drew Seokjin in like a honey trap, thick and sweet and all-encompassing. His quirky answers to the interviewer’s questions made Seokjin grin. Knowing Taehyung had a personality to go with his pretty face had Seokjin choosing him too.
Jimin’s eyes were the ones to catch Seokjin’s attention next. Sultry and soft rolled into one, Jimin was a dichotomy that Seokjin wanted to experience for himself. Especially after watching his video where Jimin seamlessly switched between shy and flirty, not afraid to use either to his advantage.
Hoseok, with his big smile and sparkling eyes, was exactly what Seokjin expected. Self-defined as a ball of sunshine, Hoseok also had an edge to him. He laughed freely in his video interview but the sheer intensity in his eyes when he focused hard on the questions betrayed his darker side.
Jungkook’s form caught Seokjin’s eyes because of the missing tick next to the statement of ‘I have been fed from before’. Seokjin’s gums ached looking at the beautiful man who has never had fangs in him, and Seokjin desperately wanted to see those bambi eyes widen even more when Seokjin tasted him.
Yoongi was the last to be chosen. Doll-like features and an unassuming description wouldn’t have enticed Seokjin, but he clicked Yoongi’s video accidentally. That raspy voice of his, slurring the words slightly, had Seokjin dreaming of what he’d sound like delirious from Seokjin’s venom in his system.
After the approval process was done, Seokjin had invited the humans for a first meeting at his expansive mansion. The seven of them got along like a house on fire. The humans haven’t left since, treating Seokjin’s place like their own, demanding his attention at every available opportunity
Which is why the middle of the night finds Seokjin hiding away in his study, the door locked, his phone off. He lies on the carpet, in the patch of moonlight streaming through the windows, feeling sluggish and heavy with overconsumption of blood.
And then there’s a knock on the door.
“Hyungie,” he hears Taehyung whine and pinches the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. “You didn’t feed from me today at all,” Taehyung continues. If Seokjin could see him now, he’d probably cave in at the first sign of Taehyung’s pout. “And Jungkookie said you drank from him twice. That’s unfair.”
“Hyung’s not here, Taehyung-ah, try again next time,” Seokjin replies, closing his eyes and praying to a god he doesn’t believe in for Taehyung to go away because Seokjin is a weak man and he will break if Taehyung keeps it up long enough, both of them know this, which is what makes Taehyung so dangerous.
He hears Taehyung giggle at the words, and Seokjin’s lips tug into a reluctant smile at the corners. It’s been months since he’s gotten the six of them and he’s still smitten with every single one of them as he was on day one.
Then, more troublesome, comes Yoongi’s voice, “Found the keys.”
Seokjin has seconds to lament his lack of forethought and to damn Yoongi for always being so resourceful before the keys jingle in the lock and the doors open wide.
“Hyung!” Taehyung exclaims excitedly, and then Seokjin has a lapful of warm, deliciously smelling human.
“Why are you on the floor?” Taehyung asks, supporting himself on his hands, curls framing his pretty face as he looks at Seokjin from above. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Seokjin hums. “I have this headache that keeps coming and going. And it just came back again.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen, a worried expression coming onto his face. “I didn’t know vampires could get headaches.”
Yoongi, who joins them on the floor, sitting cross-legged beside them, snorts in amusement. “He means us, Taehyung-ah.”
Taehyung’s face quickly morphs at the betrayal and he smacks Seokjin’s shoulder. “Rude,” Taehyung says. “Now you’ll have to bite me twice to make up for it.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “I’m not biting anyone. I already had dinner.” And second dinner, and third dinner because Jungkook and Jimin wouldn’t stop pestering him until they were bitten too, just like Seokjin bit Hoseok.
Taehyung pouts. And yes, it’s just as devastating as Seokjin suspected. His dead heart lurches at the sight, instincts screaming to fix whatever is wrong with one of his precious ones.
“Just a little nibble, hyung, please?” Taehyung pleads so beautifully, his handsome face impossible to resist.
Seokjin tries to resist, he really does. But Taehyung tilts his head to the side, shows off his long neck and pretty collarbones, and as full as Seokjin is, that’s an invitation he can’t pass up.
So he surges up, bares his fangs, and buries them in Taehyung’s supple skin.
Taehyung gasps a little sound, a full-body shudder running through him, before he relaxes in Seokjin’s hold.
There’s a chuckle from Yoongi. “You’re so easy,” he mumbles.
Seokjin would glare at him if he weren’t so busy gulping down the slow trickle of Taehyung’s warm blood.
“Ah, hyung,” Taehyung moans, low and breathy. Neither of them cares that Yoongi’s here and watching, that ship sailed in the first few days of Seokjin acquiring his humans.
Taehyung feels so nice in Seokjin’s arms, giving up control so sweetly and easily. He always goes so pliant on Seokjin’s fangs. It’s lovely to see.
The trust he, and the rest of Seokjin’s humans, put in Seokjin has pride swelling inside him, warming him up more than blood ever could.
Seokjin doesn’t drink much, injects just a hint of venom for Taehyung to feel nice and mildly floaty. He pulls away, leaving the two puncture wounds bead with blood drops that roll down Taehyung’s collarbones, painting his golden skin an enticing rich red. Eyes tracking the journey of the drops, Seokjin licks a fang, gums aching for more even if his stomach protests.
“Other side?” Taehyung whispers, breathing heavy already. Seokjin can hear how quick his heart is beating. “Want it to match. Want hyung’s mark on me.”
Seokjin growls, guttural and low, at the words. Taehyung always knows just the thing to say to get his way. Seokjin ignores Yoongi snickering at him again and leaves a matching bite on the other side of Taehyung’s neck. The marks will bruise purple soon enough, showing the world who Taehyung belongs to.
Satisfied with his work, Seokjin leans back. He still keeps his arms around Taehyung who sways slightly. Not from the loss of blood; Seokjin would never drink too much no matter how prettily his humans begged. He likes them healthy and happy too much to risk it. The venom is getting Taehyung hopped up on dopamine, making his movements uncoordinated.
“Happy now?” Seokjin asks, not unkindly.
Taehyung grins, big and boxy. “Yes,” he slurs the word slightly. “Thank you, hyung. You’re the best.” He leans in to give Seokjin a sloppy kiss on the lips before nuzzling at his shoulder, staying put in his lap for the time being.
“Guess it’s my turn,” Yoongi says as if it’s the only obvious conclusion and extends his right wrist for Seokjin.
“Is it now?” Seokjin asks with a lifted eyebrow, amused at the way Yoongi is always trying to appear aloof even if he craves the bite just as much as the others.
Yoongi’s wrist is so delicate, decorated in a myriad of bracelets (all gifts from the six of them). The skin there is soft and pale, the blue of his veins standing out starkly. Seokjin can see the slow thump of Yoongi’s heartbeat, calling to the ever hungry part of Seokjin.
“You don’t want to?” Yoongi questions when Seokjin simply stares, counting heartbeats. He drops his hand into his lap and sighs theatrically. “I suppose I’ll just have to go out tomorrow without your bite on me.” His long fingers brush at the skin on his left wrist where the bite Seokjin left yesterday is all but faded by now. “I hope no other vampire gets any ideas to have a taste of me,” Yoongi continues.
Seokjin feels Taehyung grinning against his throat, sees the mischievous sparkle in Yoongi’s eyes, and yet his possessiveness wins over any rational thought. He grabs Yoongi’s hand and brings it to his mouth. His fangs sink in easily, eyes greedily watching Yoongi’s reaction.
Yoongi moans a low ‘fuck’ and bites his lip. His eyes close as Seokjin’s teeth bite harder, sink in deeper, as venom enters his bloodstream.
“That’s so good, hyung,” Yoongi breathes out, words running together, speech slow, the drawl more prominent than usual.
Seokjin takes a few sips, moves his lips to a new spot and bites down again. Yoongi jolts, curses, his eyebrows scrunch together.
“Ah, shit,” Yoongi murmurs. His pale cheeks are flushed now, chest heaving with labored breaths.
The drum beat of Yoongi’s heart against Seokjin’s lips, his sweet blood on his tongue only spurs Seokjin on more. He leaves bite after bite on Yoongi’s wrist, blending them together into one big mess of red. No one will mistake this for what it is, and Seokjin purrs in contentment.
“Ooh, a biting party!” Jimin shouts from the empty doorway.
Seokjin pops off of Yoongi’s wrist, mouth open and fangs dripping blood. He licks them clean and shakes his head. “Jimin-ah, I already bit you today,” he says, trying for stern and failing spectacularly.
“Hyungs, we’re having a biting party,” Jungkook’s voice relays the message from further within the mansion before he shows up behind Jimin, arms wrapping around him, chin on his shoulder.
“There’s no party,” Seokjin tries to argue still. As adorable as Jimin and Jungkook are, waddling into the room because Jungkook doesn’t let Jimin go, Seokjin steels himself to not give in to the begging he knows is coming.
“There’s definitely a party,” Taehyung says with a little giggle. He sits up straight and makes grabby hands at Jimin and Jungkook. “Come, we can squish hyung between us and have him bite us all on the neck.”
“You know I prefer it on my thighs,” Jimin says, folding himself gracefully to sit next to Yoongi. He’s wearing shorts, as he often is at home, his muscular thighs already purple and blue from earlier bites.
Jungkook plops himself down on Seokjin’s free side, shares a quick kiss with Taehyung. “I want more on my neck,” he declares and swipes his fingers from one collarbone to another. “Can you give me a pretty collar, hyung?”
“How has this turned into a discussion?” Seokjin gripes with a frown. “No more biting for any of you.”
The three maknaes share a look before bursting out laughing, the disrespectful little shits.
“Anyway,” Jimin says with a chuckle. “So you wanna go first, Jungkook-ah?”
Seokjin throws his hands up. “Is anyone even listening to me?”
Yoongi yawns and stretches his hands up, belly peeking out when his shirt rides up. “I don’t think so, no,” he answers Seokjin’s question, deadpan as always. But his eyes are glazed over, movements lazier than usual with the effects of the venom.
“Wow, hyung, so pretty,” Jimin says as he catches Yoongi’s hand and inspects his wrist. He swipes a thumb over the tender and raw bites, having Yoongi hissing at the sensation. “Can I get something like this on my thigh? Pretty please, hyungie?” Jimin begs, eyes big and plump lips pursed into an adorable beak.
“How about I bite your ass so you couldn’t sit down,” Seokjin mocks with a sugar sweet smile.
The way Jimin goes so still and his mouth pops open, Seokjin realizes it was a bad move to even joke about it. Jimin is nodding eagerly already. “Okay, let’s do that.”
“I am not biting you on the ass, Jimin-ah,” Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“Whoa, no one’s even naked and we’re already getting kinky. I like it,” Hoseok comments as he and Namjoon finally show up. Both their hair is mussed suspiciously, and Seokjin is pretty sure Hoseok’s shirt is inside out, but he can’t know for sure when it comes to Hoseok and fashion.
“Why not?” Taehyung comes to Jimin’s defense, arms crossed. “It’s a very nice ass.”
“Yeah, hyung,” Yoongi adds with a shit-eating grin, “do you have something against Jiminie’s glorious ass?”
Seokjin takes a deep breath, exercising calm in these trying times. “Jimin-ah,” he says, voice level, “thighs or nothing. Your choice.”
Jimin fakes a resigned sigh before making himself comfortable on the rug. “Thighs, please,” he says and spreads his legs, the moonlight looking especially ethereal as it crisscrosses over his bare skin.
Seokjin hears Jungkook’s breath stuttering, the way Taehyung gulps a little louder, how Yoongi’s heart starts racing again, the whispered curses from Hoseok and Namjoon. And he has to agree. Jimin, bathed in the pale light of the moon, spread out for them, is definitely a sight to behold.
Taehyung joins Jungkook on the carpet so Seokjin could go sit between Jimin’s legs. Jimin’s thighs quiver a little when Seokjin glides his hands down them. He leans in without torturing Jimin for long, his gums aching with anticipation.
Just like Jimin wanted, Seokjin leaves bite after bite on a small patch of skin, concentrating them in one place so they wouldn’t heal fast and would be tender to the touch.
Jimin’s fingers tangle in Seokjin’s hair, pulling at the strands as he pants and trembles with every bite. The most gorgeous sounds leave Jimin’s mouth as Seokjin bites and drinks, bites and drinks, over and over until Jimin’s thighs threaten to close at the feeling of too much.
Seokjin sits back on his heels, chases a droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and watches Jimin breathe in quick short bursts for a second.
“Th-thank you, hyung,” Jimin murmurs, half-mast gaze meeting Seokjin’s. His fingers travel down his own body, fingertips pressing into the bloody bites, making himself gasp and shiver.
A hand latches onto Seokjin’s arm. “Me next, hyung, me next,” Jungkook whines, tugging at Seokjin impatiently.
Having this much blood has Seokjin’s head fogging slightly, instincts taking over more than he usually allows himself. He feels a bit feral and wild, wants to press Jungkook down into the carpet and bite him hard. He’s sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind, but Seokjin doesn’t want to accidentally hurt him, so he reins that part in.
Seokjin glances up at Namjoon and Hoseok, the only ones without venom in their system for now. “Take care of them,” he says.
Namjoon nods, already kneeling beside Jimin and brushing fingers through his hair. He offers Seokjin a dimpled smile that Seokjin adores so much. “Of course, hyung.”
Hoseok is already cooing over Taehyung’s bites, pressing on them and making Taehyung giggle. Yoongi is next to them, leaning back on his hands with a smile playing around his lips. So Seokjin feels confident in concentrating on Jungkook only for a bit.
“Alright, baby, hyung will bite you now,” he says and pushes Jungkook to lie on the carpet.
Jungkook grins, nose scrunched and all, adorable as all hell. What Seokjin wouldn’t do for him. Or any of his precious ones for that matter.
“Will you make me a collar, hyung?” Jungkook asks. He lifts a hand to caress Seokjin’s cheek. His index finger trails over Seokjin’s cheekbone, over the cut of his jaw, over his bottom lip before Jungkook presses the pad against one sharp fang.
“Sure, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin mumbles, eyeing the expanse of Jungkook’s neck where two purpling marks already sit. “Hyung will give you the prettiest collar.” He places a kiss on Jungkook’s fingers and then dips down.
Seokjin’s fangs bite at the vulnerable skin of Jungkook’s throat and he relishes the squeaks and gasps that leave Jungkook’s mouth. He keeps the bites shallow enough, doesn’t draw too much blood because he already bit Jungkook twice tonight alone.
His tongue peeks out to catch the droplets every time, knowing how much Jungkook hates the mess. Seokjin licks and bites at Jungkook’s neck until the marks span from one side to the other. Come tomorrow, there’s going to be a nice ring of purple around Jungkook’s throat.
Seokjin places one last kiss in the dip between Jungkook’s collarbones before he draws away. Jungkook is starfished out, a satisfied smile on his lips, eyes closed.
“That was nice,” he mumbles, sounding close to asleep. “We should do it again soon.”
The wild animal part of Seokjin agrees wholeheartedly. Jungkook looks incredibly pretty with Seokjin’s marks on such a vulnerable and visible spot. He wishes he could collar all of his precious ones like this.
“Go to Jungkookie,” Hoseok urges Taehyung who doesn’t fight it one bit, always ready to cuddle their maknae.
Namjoon helps Jimin roll and join the cuddle pile. The three of them share sleepy kisses as the rest watch on with clear fondness in their gazes.
But Seokjin snaps his eyes away soon enough, aware that he’s still got two humans to get to. Since Yoongi has taken it upon himself to keep Namjoon busy by treating his chest as a pillow, Seokjin goes to Hoseok.
Hoseok greets him with a warm smile, his whole being seemingly glowing bright even in the moonlight. He runs a hand through Seokjin’s hair, petting gently.
“Not too much, hyung?” he asks.
Hoseok is sweet to worry. Their first biting party didn’t end too well for Seokjin. Too much blood in too little time had him throwing it all back up and refusing to feed for days after. But Seokjin’s learned the signs since then.
So he shakes his head. “I would never refuse a drink from you, baby,” he says with a teasing grin.
Hoseok chuckles, which is what Seokjin wanted, and then cocks his head to the side. “In that case.” He offers Seokjin the side that already has a fresh bite on it.
Seokjin brushes his lips over his previous mark, just hours old. Hoseok’s fingers in his hair tighten, and he groans at the sensation. Seokjin lets his tongue peek out, the tip playing with the two tiny wounds.
“Fuck,” Hoseok swears with feeling, the bite being so sensitive to touch, especially when so fresh.
The heady scent of Hoseok’s blood rushing just below the surface of his skin, his warm body pressed against Seokjin’s, it draws Seokjin in like a moth to a flame. He fits his fangs to the spots from before and then sinks them back in.
A slew of curses leaves Hoseok’s mouth, accompanied by the most obscene of moans. His heartbeat picks up pace, drumming quick and strong beneath Seokjin’s lips.
Seokjin sips a little bit, aggravates the wound so it’s nice and sore, just the way Hoseok likes it. When he takes his fangs out, the area is red and swollen. It’s hot to the touch too when Seokjin presses a couple of fingers there just to feel Hoseok’s pulse under his fingertips.
“Shit, that’s good,” Hoseok breathes out. His eyes are unfocused as he stares off into space.
Seokjin chuckles lightly and guides Hoseok to join the maknae cuddle pile. He’s accepted with enthusiasm and kisses that are peppered all over his face.
Namjoon gives Yoongi the same treatment, though Yoongi grumbles and groans when the other four start kissing him all over. His discontent is as fake as Seokjin’s need to be alone and not bothered by the others.
“Best for last,” Seokjin murmurs before pressing his lips to Namjoon’s in a soft kiss. He feels the corners of Namjoon’s mouth lift up before he pulls away from Seokjin with a huff of embarrassed laughter.
“Don’t let the others hear you say that,” Namjoon tells him, dimples on display as he ducks his head shyly.
“I’ll shout it from the rooftops if I want to,” Seokjin declares haughtily. “You got a problem with that?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes, but the endeared smile stays on his lips. “Just bite me already.”
Seokjin’s fingers tug at the bottom of Namjoon’s shirt. “Here I am, basically declaring my undying love for you and all you want is for me to bite you.” He clicks his tongue. “How ungrateful.”
Namjoon gives him a look. “Undying love, really?”
Seokjin laughs. Namjoon can front all he wants, Seokjin knows he likes the puns.
“Come on, off with the shirt,” Seokjin demands and tugs on the shirt again. “I don’t have forever. Oh wait,” he grins to himself and snickers at Namjoon less than impressed look.
“That was horrible. I hope you know that I let you bite me despite your sense of humor,” Namjoon comments but takes off his shirt anyway. His muscular chest already has several bites, most of them faded by now which is a pity.
Seokjin hums, reaching out to touch Namjoon’s glorious chest. “And I hope you know that I bite you despite you not appreciating my top tier jokes.”
Namjoon huffs in amusement but it quickly turns into a gasp and low muttered ‘fuck’ when Seokjin grazes his sharp fangs over his nipple.
Seokjin leaves kisses on Namjoon’s golden skin. He litters them all the way from beneath Namjoon’s strong jaw, down his throat, and over his sternum. His lips glide over Namjoon’s left peck, feeling the quick rhythm of his heart, and then he bites.
“Oh, fuck, hyung,” Namjoon moans out, so low and so pretty.
Seokjin would smile, proud and pleased at the reaction, but Namjoon’s blood hits his tongue and he forgets about anything else for a second. So close to Namjoon’s heart, the beat of it rings in Seokjin’s ears like the most beautiful song he’s ever heard.
Seokjin leaves a few more bites, decorates Namjoon’s skin right above his heart so it wouldn’t forget who it belongs to. He finishes off with almost chaste kisses, as if apologies over the fresh wounds.
“Good?” he asks Namjoon.
Namjoon blinks at him slowly, bleary-eyed, but with a dopey smile on his lips. “Mmm, really good,” he mumbles.
Seokjin grins to himself. “Sleep now, darling,” he whispers to Namjoon and guides him to join the others who are already dead to the world.
The moonlight wraps the six humans in its glow. The bites, where visible, stand out proud and gorgeous on their skin. Seokjin doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier.
Hoseok, on the outskirts of the pile, shudders in his sleep, and Seokjin is reminded of the humans need to be warm. So he plucks off a couple blankets from the sofa and covers them up as best he can, tucking them in.
Not needing to sleep, Seokjin sits and watches over his precious ones. The few hours of peace will trickle by slowly, Seokjin already knows. But soon it’ll be morning and his little demons will terrorize him for bites again. Seokjin can’t imagine a better existence.