Jungkook vampire

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung, holding a champagne glass between his fingers, felt like a clumsy fawn. The snow-white tailcoat fit perfectly, but inside, everything tightened with apprehension. He had just come of age.

The waltz music began, but Taehyung didn't hear it. His gaze was locked on a man by a distant column. The man didn't move to the beat of the dance, didn't drink, and didn't gossip. He simply stood there, half-hidden by the shadow, watching.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and the stranger was beside him. His movements were fluid. Taehyung felt a chill emanating from him — the icy wind of a crypt.

"First ball," the voice sounded otherworldly. "Can be smelled from a mile away."

Taehyung wanted to protest, but the words caught in his throat when fingers touched his wrist. Jungkook — he knew the name now, the whispers around him confirmed it — brought the youth's hand to his lips.

He swept Taehyung into the whirlwind of the waltz. The hall spun, people turning into blurred streaks of color. Jungkook led confidently, ruthlessly, pressing him so close that Taehyung heard silence instead of a heartbeat. And when their eyes met, Taehyung realized: this wasn't just a dance. This was a hunt.

"Don't be afraid," the vampire whispered, a glint of fangs flashing in his smile. "I am not hungry today. But it is only a matter of time."