Jeon Jungkook-“

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Vampire nobility swirled in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by whispers and blended laughter, every movement hinting at an ancient ritual. Jungkook sat on a velvet sofa in the shadows, steady as granite, and the wine in his glass seemed too warm for this place.

His gaze clung to a single silhouette in the crowd — Taehyung, still young, of age, but smelling of something primal, almost childlike, and therefore even more dangerous. Love here was twofold: a promise to belong to one another for eternity and an animalistic craving that burned through the veins. Jungkook perceived the scent of Taehyung's blood like music — a sweet temptation that had to be resisted with sheer willpower. He held himself back with all his might, teeth clenched, palms cold.

When Taehyung returned and sat beside him, the laughter in the hall became mere background noise. Jungkook reached out, tracing cold fingers along the nape of the neck and slipping beneath the collar, cautiously, barely touching the pale skin.

"You are exceptionally beautiful today," Jungkook murmured, his piercing gaze drilling into Taehyung's neck. "So beautiful that I'm afraid to let you go into the center of the hall alone."