Kim Taehyung sits across the table from you, watching you chew on your bubble gum while the two of you wait for your food. Your eyes are currently cast to his left, overlooking the parking lot and street as the sun sets on the horizon of the sea. The golden glow of the descending light makes your eyes much more vibrant than the dingy white light of the diner.
It’s Friday- the third Friday of spring- and it’s the last weekday before spring break flows into the weekend for your inevitable return to classes. The weather outside still remains slightly nippy on some days, prompting you to wear the baggy sweatshirt he had gifted to you all those years ago, yet today’s weather proved to warn of the oncoming assault of summer as a thin sheen of sweat covers your forehead even though you wear shorts. If anything, it was a little too warm today, sending the two of you to escape the heat by succumbing to the craving of the local diner’s famous banana split.
•••> Summary: You are just an ordinary woman with a strange aura about you that Yoongi can’t seem to resist- even past the compulsion of his mentor. The question is: why?
•••> Pairing(s): Yoongi/Reader
•••> Requested by @itsgottabeyoo-ngs : “Hi daddy, One shot request with vampire Yoongi x brat reader. Bonus points for adding in choking or spitting idk make it filthy k thanks love you byeeeee xoxoxoxox”
Thank you for the request, babe! This one is a bit to unpack, as you can see. I hope you enjoy :) I didn’t go back and edit it so please excuse any mistakes. And please excuse the fact that it’s written like a small fic- I couldn’t help myself!
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Yoongi never claimed to have his thirst under complete control.
He stands before his brothers once every week for the feed, snarling as he consumes his share of blood, while the others bear witness so as to provide him ceremonial protection- a vampire is very vulnerable while he consumes blood. The polydipsia made one lose all form of reason and sense of mind, driven to the brink of animalistic insanity when it was in the process of mildly quenching the eternal hunger.
Polydipsia, used to describe his level of thirst, was the word made just for him in his own little world.
Life was simple. School was easy. My biggest day-to-day worry was what I’d eat for dinner. I spent my days playing outside with my best friend, Jung Hoseok - known as Hobi to his friends.
Wake up, go to school, hang out with him all evening. Repeat. It just made sense.
We met shortly after I moved to Gwangju, South Korea for my father’s job. He worked as an English teacher at a local primary school while we lived there. My mother died shortly before the move, leaving it to my dad to raise me on his own.
Hobi and I are two years apart to the day; February 18th. It’s a funny coincidence, and it’s actually how we met. About a week after my father and I moved to Gwangju from my hometown San Francisco, we were celebrating my fifth birthday. I hadn’t made any friends yet, so I spent the day on the front porch blowing bubbles, scribbling on the wood in red crayon, and whatever else my five-year-old self did for fun.
But throughout the day, I noticed cars stopping at the house across the street. Various kids emerged from them, walked up to the door, and disappeared inside. I was tempted to go over and see what was going on, but I stayed put, watching from afar.
My dad brought me back inside to talk to some family members over the phone, have cake, and watch a movie while he unpacked boxes. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me again. I wandered back outside just as the sun began to disappear over the horizon.
The cars came back around to pick their respective kids up. One by one, all the children from before excitedly bounced out of the house and went home. In the end, there was one boy left in the driveway. He had dark, short hair, framing his head in the shape of a bowl. His face was plastered with a big, enthusiastic smile that I could clearly see all the way across the street. He waved goodbye to the last car, and once it was gone he turned to walk back into the house.
That’s when his eyes fell on mine.
He waved at me, and I waved back with a small smile. He jogged over to my yard.
“Hey you’re the new girl, right?’ The boy said once he reached my house.
I dropped down from the porch and nodded my head. “I just moved here from America. Why did you have so many people at your house?”
“Because today is my birthday!” He said matter-of-factly. He shot up seven fingers and waved them in my face. “I turned seven today!”
I began to jump up and down. I remember I was ecstatic that an older kid was talking to me. “It’s my birthday too! I’m five-years-old!”
“Really? How come you didn’t have a party like me?” The boy frowned.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no friends yet.” I paused, a wave of shyness washing over me. “My name is Juniper.”
He stuck his hand out.
“I’m Jung Hoseok. But you can call me Hobi. Wanna be friends?”
And we became inseparable. Hobi and I ended up going to the same school, the same dance academy, and walked home together to hang out every single evening. I never spent another birthday alone.
We danced together, sang together, celebrated holidays with each other’s families. This was our life. Our friendship was natural- it just made sense. For the longest time, it was me, Hobi, and no one else.
Until everything changed.
Eleven-year-old me sat cross-legged on my bed, talking on the home phone with thirteen-year-old Hobi, complaining about my day.
“Like, Hobi, I told her I didn’t know the answer! So why did she still make me go to the board?” I grumbled into the speaker.
Hobi snorted. “Because she wants you to learn! You can’t learn if you don’t pay attention-”
Hearing three soft knocks on my door took my attention away from the phone. My dad let out an exasperated sigh, and a long, slow creak followed by the sounds of his footsteps. “Hun? Are you in here?”
I could tell from the look on his face it was serious.
“Hobi, I’ll call you back,” I said before slamming the phone on its stand.
That was when my father informed me that we were moving back to San Francisco. He needed to get his doctorate so he could start making more money. I knew we were struggling financially, but I didn’t realize it was so serious that we couldn’t afford to live overseas anymore.
I cried, yelled at him, and threatened to run away, as any eleven-year-old kid would do. There were hundreds of reasons why I didn’t want to leave. I’d be leaving behind the life that I built here. I’d have to start all over again. And, most importantly, I didn’t want to leave behind my best friend.
I never called Hobi back. I couldn’t bear to face him. It broke my heart.
I avoided him all day at school the following day, running away every time I saw him. I spent most of my lunch break on the roof, looking out at the city that I would likely never see again.
After classes had ended for the day, I stormed past the spot where we would meet up and walk back home together. I didn’t want to face him. I couldn’t tell him that I was leaving.
I thought I was free, but I heard footsteps run up behind me. “Juni, wait up! What’s going on? Are you upset?”
“I don’t want to talk right now, Hobi.” I looked over my shoulder to see his worried expression.
“But why? What did I do?” He started walking towards me.
“Nothing!” I shouted, voice cracking. I know I have to say something, but what? I opened my mouth to speak, but the right words didn’t find me. Instead, hot tears poured down my face and dripped from my chin. “I’m sorry,” was all I could manage.
I turned on my heels and ran home.
That was the last time I laid eyes on Jung Hoseok.
When we left, we lost all contact with him and his family. As far as I know, I’ll never see him or hear his voice again.
I wish I had told him what was going on. I wish I had said goodbye. These regrets stayed with me all throughout middle school, high school, and long after I graduated.
Part of me knows that my chances of ever running into him are slim. But, even as I board the plane to begin my dream job in Seoul, another part of me still holds out hope that I’ll run into him again.
I wonder what he’s up to these days.
AN- ahhh and here is the first chapter! Please go check the rest of the book out on Wattpad (link below) thanks so much for reading🥰💜
•••> Summary: “Blithe (adj.) - showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper.” In which you face the consequences of not paying attention to your not-so-innocent behavior.
Thank you for the request, anon! This was a bit to unpack for me, but here you go! I hope you enjoy :) And I love you too!
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“But baby, we were supposed to stay in tonight.” You trapped the phone between your shoulder and ear, pausing your task of draining the pasta noodles in the titanium sink.
You were making a simple dinner for the two of you so that you could have a nice, quiet night dining on your balcony. Maybe get a little frisky and do the dirty over the railing afterward.
Your plans were completely smashed, however, when your fiancé called to cancel your plans, yet again, to work late.
•••> Summary: You are just an ordinary woman with a strange aura about you that Yoongi can’t seem to resist- even past the compulsion of his mentor. The question is: why?
•••> Pairing(s): Yoongi/Reader
•••> Requested by @itsgottabeyoo-ngs : “Hi daddy, One shot request with vampire Yoongi x brat reader. Bonus points for adding in choking or spitting idk make it filthy k thanks love you byeeeee xoxoxoxox”
Thank you for the request, babe! This one is a bit to unpack, as you can see. I hope you enjoy :) I didn’t go back and edit it so please excuse any mistakes. And please excuse the fact that it’s written like a small fic- I couldn’t help myself!
~#~
Yoongi never claimed to have his thirst under complete control.
He stands before his brothers once every week for the feed, snarling as he consumes his share of blood, while the others bear witness so as to provide him ceremonial protection- a vampire is very vulnerable while he consumes blood. The polydipsia made one lose all form of reason and sense of mind, driven to the brink of animalistic insanity when it was in the process of mildly quenching the eternal hunger.
Polydipsia, used to describe his level of thirst, was the word made just for him in his own little world.
