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We were born to lose.
- from “bruise pristine” by Placebo
“Looks pretty nasty how this one was executed,” Jungkook said, nudging the already collapsed dead body of one of Jimin’s coven members with his way too big boots. Jimin hissed in annoyance. “Stop touching the body with your shoes.”
“Oh?” Jungkook made and pressed - just to irritate Jimin - a little harder on the body in front of them - almost kicking it.
The boy in front of them had not been part of Jimin’s covens for long - only a few decades. Another young vampire died and Jimin pressed his lips together angrily when he thought of all the wasted potential that lay before them.
Young vampires had been found decapitated for some time now. At first, they had suspected the other coven - those vile nightwalkers — but they had way too much to deal with anyway.
Jimin watched as Jungkook stepped back and made his way out of the room of the brothel, where the dead vampire had been found, out into the foyer of the seedy establishment.
There wasn’t actually enough room in their town for two covens. Unfortunately, one of them - it was historically impossible to trace them back - had decided to start a new coven after a quarrel. And now, they had two millennial covens in the same city with vampires who needed to feed. That was a lot of vampires who were out and about every night to give that undead life some sense of purpose.
Currently, they lived side by side with a peace treaty - a peace treaty that made it possible for him and Jungkook to be forced to work together to find out who murdered their youngest. The murders didn’t happen to one coven only, no, it was the both of them who lost their members, one after the other.
Jungkook was one of the most skilled in battle combat and investigations in his coven. Whereas Jimin was also the most skilled in battle combat in his coven, he also knew how to examine bodies which came in handy for their task. They made a good team - so their leaders had thought. Jimin hated working together with Jungkook. But orders were orders. They had now been on that case for weeks and it got frustrating very quickly.
Jimin bent down. The poor boy whose name was Sojoon - Jimin remembered them talking on some occasions - had no head anymore. The head was lying at the other end of the room. They found the victims always in that state - with no head, lying naked on the ground. There were no marks from a vampire, no marks from another creature like a werewolf or a pixie. Jimin was convinced these murders had something to do with magic, maybe ritual magic.
Jungkook thought the same. Unfortunately, their new partnership required them to talk with each other, to meet each other in regular intervals, even to travel together. Like right now, because that youngling was found far away from their town in a small village in a dusty brothel.
“I wish whoever does this would just keep their business inside our town so we don’t have to travel so much,” Jungkook said behind him. Jimin looked over his shoulder. “Ah, you’re back! I thought you were starting to get bored with crime scenes,” he said and looked again at the body before him. Careful, he examined the man’s limbs. Maybe that killer would make a mistake and Jimin would finally be able to find a mark, maybe a sign of a curse. He wanted that partnership with Jeon insufferable Jungkook from that shitty coven next door to end already.
“I see you get handsy with the dead man,” Jungkook said, “and I respect that but the sun is up soon and I don’t want to catch fire.”
Right, Jimin thought, the sun . They had arrived late at night and sunlight would surely light them on fire if they didn’t go to that tavern they had already spotted to rent rooms. Jimin found the idea to have a little time of his own relieving. They had both traveled now for three days together and even if they spent the hours of daylight apart, Jimin would love to not have the other vampire so close to him every night.
He knew that most of his dislike was rooted in their coven rivalry. The day he had met Jungkook for the first time, he had found him pretty. At that old bar, where the likes of them often spend their nights, he had first thought that Jungkook was a new part of their coven. He had fit the aesthetic and charm that attracted their leader. For a few minutes then, he had maybe entertained the thought about trying to get inside his pants for a few minutes.
But the younger had only laughed in his face that night in the dimly lit room at their city grounds. Jungkook had pressed a kiss on his cheek, a whisper in his ears. “I don’t belong to these ruthless killing machines that are your coven,” turned around and disappeared. Jimin had been perplexed at first. Then angry at the realization of who Jungkook belonged to.
His coven didn ’ t consist of killing machines - Jungkook’s coven thought poorly of them because they themselves were too soft rinsed. Where Jungkook’s coven let the humans they fed on to stay alive, sometimes even invited them to be part of their coven as humans that offered their blood - Jimin’s coven used blood banks and many a time, drank humans dry and killed them.
It was merciful. Jimin didn’t like having too much to do with fragile human beings. And humans shouldn’t meddle in the business and lives of vampires. Humans were vulnerable, more than vampires, and they had seen that exactly in this murder case. Not only Jungkook’s coven members got killed, but their little humans too. Jimin had seen Jungkook cry blood-red tears when they had found the first human body in a dirty apartment downtown two weeks ago.
While examining the body before him, he seemed to find nothing yet again. With a sigh, he wanted to stand up but then his eyes caught a little mark on the right side of the neck. Because the neck was covered in blood, he didn’t see it right away. Jimin bent down again.
“Jungkook, there is a mark,” he said and in seconds the other man stood beside him.
“Where,” Jungkook said and bent down. Jimin took one of his handkerchiefs out of his pocket and began to wipe the spot. And lo and behold - under the already partially dried blood was a small symbol carved into the flesh.
Finally, they had found something.
“But are we sure there wasn’t a symbol on the others as well?” asked Jungkook, bending his head down lower to take a closer look at the symbol. “I am very sure there weren’t any symbols,” Jimin said and carefully wiped away the last remains of blood.
“Maybe you missed something the last times,” Jungkook had the audacity to say.
He felt the overwhelming urge to punch the other in the face. But he relaxed his shoulders and bent his head to Jungkook’s level. “I didn’t miss anything. I think the perpetrators finally made a mistake.” Their heads touched. Jimin ran along with the place where the symbol had been carved into the skin. It looked like three moons side by side.
He had limited knowledge of magic symbols - they needed to go to their coven libraries immediately, also to the old magic library of their town, maybe even talk to some trusted witches once they were back home.
“I assume that when they...remove the head,” Jimin now pointed to the other end of the room, “they usually remove that spot too. Look at how close it is to the wound.”
Jungkook stroked the symbol. Now their fingers were touching. The other’s fingers were as cold as his own. Jimin pulled back. Being so close to Jungkook was weird because he wasn’t one of his own.
Magic sealed coven members to their respective coven with a contract you had to sign when you wanted to join. That kind of magic flowed through Jimin, minimal. As it’s also flowing through Jungkook. When he thought back to that kiss on his cheek from Jungkook that one night, he had felt it then too. The strange magic that didn’t belong to his own. Usually, that wasn’t a problem - Jimin was fucking other vampires that didn’t belong to his coven, he didn’t have an obligation to only come near to his own.
But that little spark of uneasiness was a good reminder of who he belonged to, to whom he had sworn allegiance.
“I will draw that symbol down,” he said and stood up. “And then we should hurry to that tavern.”
Jungkook hummed. “And we have to burn him.”
“Yes,” he agreed with pen and paper in his hand, ready to draw that symbol down. “I will take his ashes with me,” he added while focusing on that little spot on Sojoon’s neck. “I’ll prepare everything while you draw,” Jungkook said, then stood up and walked out of the dusty old room with rusty tiles where Sojoon’s head laid on ugly green sheets of a broken bed. The brothel was not particularly rich. And Jimin wondered what Sojoon had wanted here, so far away from their home.
Hopefully, they would find out.
As soon as he was done, he got back to Jungkook and they started to clean out the room so that the brothel would have it back the way it had been before. The village was a small one, at the end of a bigger forest. They made a fire at the end of the street, away from the observant eyes of the humans and magical beings living there.
When they were done, the sky already began turning light blue. Fastening their steps, they arrived at the tavern only seconds later. It was as old as the rest of the buildings in that village. Brick covered with moss and splintery wood, the red paint on it suggested it was a centuries-old building. Jungkook pounded a few times against the door of the tavern.
Being vampires, they couldn’t enter buildings without getting invited in. An old lady opened the door, wearing a rose-colored shirt and black trousers. Her hair was short and there were wrinkles on her face that betrayed wisdom. “What do you want?” she asked snippily. They both bowed. “We’re sorry that we are visiting at such late hours but we need to rent a room today,” Jungkook said with a saccharine voice.
“I know what you are,” the lady said. “And vampires often mean trouble.”
Jimin stepped beside Jungkook. “We are vampires that belong to covens. I would not turn us away.”
Jungkook looked at him annoyed. “He doesn’t mean to be so rude, it’s his bad attitude,” the vampire said, appeasing. “We won’t get you into trouble and leave as soon as night comes.”
The old lady watched them, immobile. Jimin thought about threatening the woman, even if he would not enjoy doing that. But dying by sunlight was not something he was eager to experience.
“You can have a room,” she said. “But we only have one to spare, so you’ll have to make do. Every other room is already taken.”
Jimin felt Jungkook beside him tense. There went his freedom, his few hours without the other vampire. Dread pooled inside his gut. He didn’t want to share a room with someone he couldn’t stand. Didn’t want to sleep beside him, being all vulnerable.
And he desperately needed sleep, they both did. They were days without feeding on blood so sleep was the only resource for energy left.
“Fine,” Jungkook said and Jimin nodded. What else should they do? There was no other accommodation for sleep and safety nearby. “Then you shall come in,” the lady said and they could finally pass the threshold. The inside of the tavern was cozy and warm - nothing like the outer shell of the house. A fireplace radiated warmth but there were no people to enjoy it.
They were probably all asleep already. The old woman gave Jungkook a key. “Your room is at the left corner on the last floor. Hard to miss - the door is painted blue.” Silence enveloped them as they walked higher and higher while Jimin carried a small oil lamp that the owner handed him.
“Be careful,” she had said while smiling, “that you won’t burn yourself with that lamp.” Jimin had to admit, that woman was feisty.
In the hallway, grotesque images of humans and magical creatures greeted them. Intertwined with each other, dancing by the fire. Taverns like this were often visited by merchants, endless travelers, or people who had families at home and wanted to enjoy themselves with others.
Arriving on the last floor, the blue door appeared before their eyes. Behind that door lay a dusty room with blood stains on the walls. Jimin wondered if mice would visit them later. But the room was perfect for creatures like them: black curtains that would not allow the sparse light in through the tarnished windows. His gaze lingered on the stains on the walls. Probably they weren’t the first vampires visiting this tavern. There was a small room to freshen up on the right side and a large bed with silken red bedsheets before them.
Jimin placed the oil lamp on a small table in the corner. Both of their figures painted shadows on the walls. “I’m going to freshen up,” he said. Jungkook looked at his fingers, impassive. The other vampire mostly spoke in that tone with him. “Go ahead.”
As the door slammed shut behind him, Jimin exhaled. Finally, some distance, if only through a measly wooden door they could both shatter into its component parts with little effort. Jungkook’s constant presence in his life made Jimin’s skin crawl. He tried to shake off the feeling, not interested in examining any closer the feelings the other brought out in him. Their relationship was complicated enough.
Jimin took his time, drove his hand in that little bowl of water that was available for guests. He washed his face, running wet fingers through his hair. The traveling and walking around in dusty old places left a film of dirt on his skin. Before him was a tarnished mirror, but he could not look at himself in it. Only magic mirrors revealed his figure and that little thing on the wall was none of those treasures.
The door creaked as he opened it again, after much deliberation he had at least peeled himself out of his tight leather pants. They were both hundreds of years old, old enough not to find it strange to see each other half-naked. At least that’s how it should have been, right? The restlessness he felt despite that was not quite transparent to him.
The shirt he wore was long and black and it covered his extremities, which were of course also covered with clothes. But at least this way he could get some sleep, the bed looked comfortable, even if it was old. In tight pants and a leather jacket, he imagined sleep to be rather uncomfortable. As he walked in the room, in only underpants and his black dress shirt, Jungkook merely glanced at him. The other vampire was impassive as always and didn’t react to Jimin’s exposed legs. He merely slid past him into the small bathroom.
The creaking door echoed loudly in their room again. Jimin looked at the clock. Dawn should have arrived by now and the outside world immersed in light. Sometimes the maudlin thought arose in him that he missed looking the sun in the face. Feel its warmth. Jimin ran his hand through his hair again. Behind him, he heard the soft splashing of water that Jungkook surely also used to rid himself of the dirt of the night. If he tried hard enough, he would even hear the small drops dissolving into smaller ones on Jungkook’s skin, or running down his neck and vanishing in the garment of his dress shirt.
Silk under his fingers invited him to lie down. The mattress squeaked under his efforts to find a good position in the bed. As far on the edge as he could get, yet comfortable enough to find sleep. His fangs poked his lip and he groaned in annoyance. Thirst was the plague of vampire life. With the oil lamp still lighting the room, he had a bit of a mental crisis as there, in the silence of that room, Jimin was once reminded that he needed to feed.
As much as he didn’t want to think about it, soon Jungkook would come out of the small bathroom and lay down next to him. And it shouldn’t have irritated him as much as it did at that moment. If possible, it should have made him as indifferent as he could be. But he wasn’t. Jimin pressed his face harder into the pillow. Cold silk under his fingers, which would never warm up under his body.
A cacophony of croaking came again from that door and Jimin made the mistake of looking at Jungkook. His investigative partner had also removed his pants and jacket. Only his white shirt was a little shorter than Jimin’s, exposing more than Jimin could bear at that moment. His gaze darted to the door. Jungkook wasn’t wearing any underpants.
“What, does that little bit of bare skin make you want to run out into the sun?” a teasing voice came from the side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jimin spoke, looking up at the ceiling. “I never wear clothes under my leather pants,” Jungkook explained and then felt the dipping of the bed.
Jimin cursed at that moment that vampires liked wearing leather so much. Aesthetics were secondary in crises like these.
He clenched his hand into a fist, wondering again why he was so damn irritated because of the other guy. Jungkook was merely an annoying member of another Coven with whom he now had to work. Once they settled the case, they would just run into each other now and then in the city.
“I don’t like sharing a bed with you but I don’t want to sleep on that dusty floor,” Jungkook spoke again and the bed accompanied his voice with creaking.
“So please pull yourself together and don’t kill me. I know it’s hard for people like you.”
Irritation turned to annoyance. “Just shut your mouth.”
“Don’t, there’s no need to get offended at the unpleasant truth.” Jungkook sounded amused and that caused his annoyance to skyrocket. Jimin turned on his side to face the other. The black orbs of his eyes sparkled in the glow of the sparse light and Jimin felt the urge to just rip them out of his face.
”Say one more word against my coven and I’ll kill you and make it look like one of those ritual murders,” he hissed. “Nah, you can’t shut me up,” Jungkook replied and Jimin noted that the other had fun teasing him.
They both faced each other now, laying at one side of the bed. And time trickled by as Jimin noted that Jungkook’s face looked like someone had softly drawn the outline of his face in graphite. Must be the thirst that drove him slowly crazy, he mused. They stared and stared as the oil lamp slowly lost its spark. Neither closed their eyes to usher in sleep.
Jimin lifted his hand from under the covers and pushed it toward the other’s face. “What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, no longer amused. He sounded breathless - Jungkook never sounded like that before in his presence.
Jimin’s fangs hurt and pressed into his lower lip. With morbid fascination, he watched Jungkook’s eyes move to his lips.
“Shut you up,” Jimin said, “So I don’t have to make a mess out of you.”
His fingertips were just a mere hint of a touch. Jungkook’s skin was as cold as his own as he ran down the features of his face. “You’re pretty,” Jimin said and a small very conscious part of his brain screamed at him that he was doing something insane right now. “I thought that the night I first saw you.”
Jungkook opened his lips and his finger accepted the invitation. The other’s fangs had extended as well, he noticed, excited. They were both so thirsty for blood. Jimin wondered if their situation would even occur as it did now if he had been smart enough to take another blood bag with him. Maybe yes, maybe no. As usual, Jimin didn’t like to think that much about Jungkook so he decided to just lock out his thoughts. Vampires were sensual beings after all.
Jungkook licked with his tongue over Jimin’s finger. His pupils dilated he made a pretty image with his still-damp, messy hair fanned out on the bed, cheek pressed into the pillow. Fangs grazed his finger. Time dragged until the first drop of blood released from his skin. But the effect was huge: Jungkook closed his eyes and his hand clasped Jimin’s as he sucked on his now bleeding finger. The other hand found Jimin’s shirt collar and frantically pulled him closer.
Watching another vampire - watching Jungkook - feast on his blood made Jimin’s cock harden. The other had long eyelashes that provided a nice contrast to the pale skin. Jimin studied with fascination as someone he couldn't stand fell apart next to him. No sooner had Jungkook opened his mouth and released his finger, than his hands dug into Jimin's mop of hair and their lips collided.
On Jungkook’s tongue, Jimin tasted the blood he had just spilled. One leg slid between his. Jungkook licked into his mouth with his hands so tight in his hair that Jimin pressed down on the other with just as much intensity.
Their kiss was like their conversations: an exchange of blows. Neither could really gain the upper hand in their skirmish and neither was willing to stop. Breathing was obsolete in an undead life so their kiss went on and on and on until Jimin’s head was spinning with the sheer force Jungkook pressed onto his skull with his hands.
“Do you want to kill me while making out?” he breathed between them as his lips hovered above Jungkook’s.
“Maybe,” Jungkook said and grinned.
The blood that Jimin had been willing to give was long gone. Where Jimin’s fingers had still slid feather lightly over Jungkook’s features, Jungkook dug his into Jimin's skin and dragged them across his face. “When I first saw you, I loathed you,” Jungkook said, and now the sparkling orbs were back as they bored into Jimin’s. The gaze was as violent as the grip on his chin. “Because you’re stunning. It’s cruel that someone like you exists.”
Jimin identified the other’s unmoving gaze for what it really was: hunger .
He pressed closer to capture his lips again, this time in a lighter tone. Teasing, perhaps. His hips rubbed against Jungkook hard-on. The other's cock pressed into his hip bones and Jimin pressed closer, drawing a sigh from Jungkook. Lower lip between his teeth, he let his fangs sink in slowly. Jungkook moaned ecstatic and pressed closer while his blood exploded in Jimin’s mouth.
“I will tear you apart,” Jungkook hissed in his ear as Jimin sucked with his head in the clouds. Being torn apart after these 345 years of life by Jungkook didn’t sound so bad at all. Mind all mushy with blood and the wriggling body of someone he despised so much it hurt pressed onto his.
Fingers scratched his scalp while Jungkook’s cock repeatedly pressed against his. The other sought movement that Jimin could not give in his condition. With a sigh, Jimin released the other’s lip from his mouth. It was now the color of pale pink and the puncture marks rendered Jungkook’s already aroused face into a poem.
Jungkook pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. The hand that had just left marks on his scalp pressed his shoulder into the pillows beneath them. The bed groaned as they both kicked the covers aside. Jungkook’s cock lay heavily past his shirt in the open. The tip was the only flushed part of the vampire’s body.
As Jimin put his hands around Jungkook’s cock, cold long fingers slid down his underpants and closed around Jimin’s shaft as well.
“You won’t tear me apart,” Jimin breathed. A sigh and Jungkook lowered himself down so that his chest now rested on his. Their bodies were so close, Jimin didn’t know if he could handle it. “You need me in this investigation.”
Jungkook shut him up with his lips and tongue, carefully avoiding his fangs to draw blood again. At first, they sloppily moved against each other, disharmonized. Jimin slid his hand over Jungkook’s cock while Jungkook tried to do the same to him. They were both impatient and aggressive. Jungkook pushed too hard in some places and Jimin returned the favor.
The friction between them drove Jimin so mad that he unceremoniously shifted his hips further up and pushed Jungkook’s hand aside.
“Let me,” he breathed between kisses that drove out any clear thought about what they were about to do. Preferably, Jimin would like to stop thinking altogether.
The magic in their veins, incompatible to one another, had a burn to it that added to their need to get off on each other. Jimin pushed their cocks together and Jungkook realized what he planned to do. While sucking his tongue inside his mouth and making a mess out of them both, Jungkook placed his big hand over their dicks, fingers grazing Jimin’s as they both jerked off together.
Feeling their cocks rubbing together made Jimin press them both even closer together. The friction was dry, they both did not even bother to use saliva. Jimin shoved his feet into the mattress and bent toward the other. The bed beneath them creaked and etched in unison with their hectic movements.
Jungkook tugged and squeezed quite desperately and came over their hands first. A few drops of cum landed on Jimin's shirt. The vampire gasped so pathetically in his mouth that Jimin was sure he would play that very sound over and over in his head for days, weeks to come when he was alone.
Jungkook now pressed his hand smeared with his cum tighter around Jimin while he gripped his balls in desperate need to finally get him off. A few more strokes and Jimin poured over them both, making the mess complete.
Harsh breathing and eyes that stared into each other yet again, forlorn.
“You made a mess out of me still.” Jungkook dropped beside him, his hands smeared with their cum. Jimin’s hand didn’t look better. As he watched Jungkook regain some sense of non-horniness, he spotted a blush on the other Vampire’s face. For a short moment, the other looked like he was alive.
Jimin averted his eyes and looked down at himself. “I’m going to the bathroom again,” he said, rising to go back into the small room. Once there, he first washed his hands and face, then moistened one of the linen towels that lay folded in a corner.
He threw the linen cloth on Jungkook’s bare legs as he left the bathroom. “Oh how merciful,” Jungkook said and then set about wiping the cum off his legs and his hands. Both of their shirts were now filthy.
Jimin undid the buttons and brushed the fabric from his shoulders. “Wait, wait,” Jungkook suddenly said breathlessly. He raised his eyes and was met with hunger.
“What, does that little bit of bare skin bother you?” Jimin teased. But in reality, leaden fatigue settled over his limbs. The little bit of blood from Jungkook had not been enough to give Jimin more life energy for a long time.
Sleep. They had to sleep.
Jungkook lowered his gaze and removed his shirt as well. Jimin’s gaze traveled along Jungkook’s body lines. The other vampire had dimples on his shoulders and a slim waist. And there were scars, from old fights and bite marks, that Jimin also wore on his body. Things that happened when you were a battle force in a coven.
They lay away from each other again, as if the distance was trying to nullify the previous closeness. Both at their respective ends of the bed, they looked at each other again. Eyes at some point no longer slid over the curves of the other, over scars and bones, but soon entered dreamless sleep. For there was nothing more to hope and long for, only darkness awaited.
The night started to wake him up. When Jimin opened his eyes, he found Jungkook already sitting at the end of the bed dressed in his clothes. "Hello sleepyhead," Jungkook said, tilting his head. There was that grin again that Jimin would love to smack off his face. Or kiss it off his lips.
But he would not make that mistake twice . Without responding to the other's teasing tone, he rose from the bed and shifted into his clothes silently, which were now spread out in both rooms. When the leather jacket was finally thrown on, he sat down next to Jungkook on the edge of the bed.
"Should we get horses again to travel home?"
Jimin pushed the dust into the floorboards with his boots.
"Already done. Been up for a while," Jungkook replied impassively. There it was again, that tone . The tone Jungkook usually spoke to him with, only alternated with somewhat teasing or amused remarks in between their banter.
Jimin hummed and rose to his feet. Stretched his arms in the air. "Let's go home then. We need to go to the libraries to research the sign."
Jungkook also rose and stepped to the door of their room. The blue paint was already chipping off. A new oil lamp had been placed on that little table and made the age of the room again clear.
"And we should ask the witches. Isn't there a market this weekend where some of them sell their tinctures?" Jungkook pondered aloud and stepped out of the room into the hallway, almost prancing.
Jimin followed the other down the stairs and out of the tavern, thinking aloud who they should question in the coming days. He had to suppress the urge not to look around. The feeling of nostalgia was hard to bear in a life like this. Jimin didn't turn around even if he wanted to. He should have put what had happened a few hours ago behind him. Let it remain a secret between the bedsheets of the room behind that blue door.
The ride to the city was arduous and again took several days. Not once did they talk about what had happened between them. And not once did they get so close again. In every accommodation they chose there were always enough rooms, so they didn't get the chance to experience a déjà-vu. Jimin should be fine with it. It gnawed at him.
The city embraced their presence as soon as they crossed the borders. Finally arriving at their home, they parted ways. At least for as long as it took to report back to their elders. Jimin's magic sang in the presence of his coven. He imagined that it was the same for Jungkook.
Jimin was eager to see his friends again, now that they passed the city borders. Especially Taehyung and Namjoon who were surely waiting for him. At the thought of telling them what he had done together with Jungkook, he got a little distressed.Taehyung would surely make fun of him.
"I'll see you tomorrow night at the old library then?" asked Jungkook, dismounting from his horse. Jimin wondered why; the other had to travel several more streets. "Yes," he replied and dismounted as well - the tall building of his coven was right in front of his eyes.
"See you tomorrow then," Jungkook spoke, approaching him. Dark sparkling orbs bored into his and Jimin remembered Jungkook's lips pressed urgently against his, the ghost of a touch.
In a moment, Jungkook stood close in front of him and bent down. The kiss was swift, merely Jungkook's lips pressed against his cheek.
"So you won't miss me."
Jungkook mounted his horse again and galloped away. There had been a phantom of the other vampire’s typical grin but Jungkook had ridden away too quickly for Jimin to really register it.
His fingers touched the spot on his cheek. The small patch of skin felt warm.