Jeon Jungkook-“

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The vampire nobility circled the center of the ballroom, whispers and mingled laughter echoing around them, and every movement hinted at an ancient ritual. Jungkook sat on a velvet sofa in the shadows, as smooth as granite, the wine in his glass seeming too warm for this place.

His gaze caught one silhouette in the crowd—Taehyung, still young, a man of age, but smelling of something primal, almost childish, and therefore even more dangerous. The love here was twofold: the promise of eternal belonging and the animalistic craving that burned in his veins. Jungkook smelled Taehyung's blood like music—a sweet temptation that he had to resist with willpower. He held himself together with all his might, his teeth clenched, his palms cold.

When Taehyung returned and sat down next to him, the laughter in the room faded into the background. Jungkook raised his hand, ran his cold fingers down the back of his neck, and slipped under his collar, carefully, barely touching the pale skin.

"You're incredibly handsome today," Jungkook said, his gaze boring into Taehyung's neck. "So handsome that I'm afraid to let you go into the center of the room alone."