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The head of the Bangenov estate, Kim Seokjin, appeared seemingly out of no where.
You were a junior in university, just barely scraping by to avoid class cancellation, collecting debt after debt as you attempted to pursue the degree you loved. Needless to say, you were drowning in the prospect of owed money. The number was surely into the hundreds of thousands by then.
It was when you had finished working your twelve hour shift at the local diner- no one else wanted to hire you, afraid that a college student would be irresponsible and unable to work much- when you came home to a rather elegant-looking envelope with your name scrawled across the top. There was no address and no evidence as to where it came from.
Still dressed in your skirt and apron, you took a seat at your rickety and tiny kitchen table to carefully open the envelope with all of your attention.
Inside was a piece of parchment much too stained and thick to be new. Beautifully scrawled handwriting soaring across the page made it seem almost archaic in the sense that it looked as if you held a piece of ancient history in your hands. You checked to make sure it wasn’t printed and only felt the pressed lines of the feather pen to know that it was authentically written.
Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,
My name is Dr. Mikhail Bergenov. I occupy the Bangenov estate in the eastern reaches of Cordova, Alaska upon Middle Arm Bay.
I must apologize for the sudden intrusion upon your life, however, I have discovered that you possess multiple talents that could potentially serve the head of our estate, Lord Kim Seokjin. He has expressed an interest and eager curiosity to meet you.
Lord Kim is willing to offer a salary that is both capable of assisting with your student loans, as he has been made aware that you are in need of a better occupation to suit your education, and justly rewarding your line of work.
It would be a pleasure to email with you. I’ve only just dropped this letter off due to convenience- I was back in your town for some business.
Take your time in considering our offer and, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask them if you do decide to reach out.
It’s been my pleasure.
Dr. Bergenov
It took merely two days of pondering- and a sudden increase of rent- before you decided to do exactly what Dr. Bergenov requested.
Your emails with the man were short and curt, getting straight to the point. You deducted after about a week that the deal was, indeed, real. Your fear of the ordeal being a scam was quickly put to rest when Lord Kim ensured you were properly acquainted with his bank account by wiring the first installment of your salary to you. It was six months’ worth of rent.
Once you had the money and sat in front of your couch whilst eating a full dinner for the first time in months, watching countless Youtube videos on your brand new laptop- another gift from Lord Kim for ‘more efficient communication’- you settled that you had to go to at least meet the man who seemed to be your savior. It would act as your job interview, only it would last an entire week.
You didn’t think much about the ‘talents’ that Dr. Bergenov noticed in you. Frankly, you didn’t care. If this Kim Seokjin wanted to be your sugar daddy, then so be it. You weren’t doing well in the romance department anyway.
After saying his name aloud for the first time, you couldn’t get it out of your head. The three-syllable name just seemed sexy. Shivers racked your body as the sensation of a feather-light touch running up and down your spine accompanied the feeling of how sacred it sounded on your tongue. It was exotic to you and extremely careful to cater to your curiosity even more.
The flight wasn’t too long. You sat in your seat with a row entirely to yourself while the rest of the plane was packed with people. You smiled in delight and slung your legs over the unoccupied seat to your right, electing to sit in the chair next to the window.
On the most comfortable plane ride you had ever been on, it was easy to fall asleep.
You woke up when the plane began its descent into Anchorage, the only main airport close to Cordova, and watched as the mountain-rimmed city breathed with life below you. You hadn’t realized how much human life occupied Alaska, expecting a land full of bustling wildlife with almost no people, however, flying over the city filled with skyscrapers proved you wrong.
A woman stood at the gate once you picked up your luggage, holding a sign with your name on it, and you approached her with a smile on your face.
“Hey, that’s me.” You dragged your suitcase behind you, glad that you had enough belongings to fit inside it.
“Greetings, Ms. Y/N. Right this way!” The woman beamed a bright smile, taking your suitcase from your grip and walking away confidently. You followed her while looking around the airport, seeing all of the people in different states of their life.
Instead of leading you to the doors where a car waited to take you to Lord Kim’s estate, she took you to the other end of the airport where the smaller planes were held. Seeing that you’d be flying to your destination, you stoked up a conversation with the woman- Bolanle- to find out why.
Your furrowed your eyebrows accompanied your stare at the small aircrafts lined up. “I’m flying to Cordova?”
“Ah, yes. Cordova isn’t exactly a city, and the easiest- and fastest- way of getting there is by air. It’s a bit secluded from the rest of the world.” She turned her head to look at you while she walked.
“I see.”
Bolanle stopped walking to completely face you, concerned. “Is that an issue, ma’am? I can see if we can arrange to have ground travel to bring you to the estate instead.”
Ma’am? You shook your head and put your hand on her shoulder. “That’s alright. I was just curious is all.”
She smiled again and continued to walk towards the door that led to the outside.
“Is there any reason Lord Kim decided to settle in Cordova?” You had to ask after learning just how isolated the place was.
“The estate he stays in belonged to his family. He is one of two left, I’m afraid.” Bolanle let a somber expression overtake her face, communicating her pity for the man.
“Oh, that’s terrible.” You grimaced as you walked out into the rain. “Does he live with the other?”
Bolanle held the door for you as you stepped into the aircraft hanger. “No, although his brother does visit from time to time. His presence is always welcome at the estate.”
You let the fact that there were only two brothers left of an entire family line plague your thoughts, wondering why they never decided to marry or expand. If Lord Kim was a middle-aged man like you envisioned, the situation was about to become even more saddening. “If I may ask… how old is Lord Kim?”
“Ah,” Bolanle let a small smile tear through her pity. “Lord Kim has just become the ripe age of twenty-eight. He’s not that much older than you now that I think about it.”
You let this information sink in, pondering over what was stopping Lord Kim and his brother from keeping their family bloodline alive. With the thought of them being so young, assuming that his brother was similar in age, you also wondered what they did to warrant such a wealthy lifestyle that allowed them to afford giving you such a considerable salary.
The small plane was comfortable enough. Bolanle accompanied you on your two-hour flight to the small town of Cordova, smiling when you stared out of the cabin windows like a small child. You widened them in surprise at how gorgeous the scenery was.
The forestry that greeted you spanned for miles, gleaming at your eyes in various shades of green. The land screamed that it lived and breathed pure, untouched life around the waterway it surrounded. You watched as you flew over bays and rivers running through mountains, wondering how you even began to think that the United States was a crowded country.
Bolanle spoke into the headset while you stared out the window.
“While Dr. Bergenov and I were settling in, Lord Seokjin taught us about the history of the land. It’s quite intriguing if you ever have the chance to talk to him about it.” Bolanle paused and peaked through the glass, combing the land as if she were looking for something. After a few moments, she let out an ‘aha!’ as she found what she was seeking. Bolanle pointed whilst she smiled excitedly. “There! There’s the estate!”
You followed her finger in the direction of where she was gesturing, searching the greenery for any hint of a color that did not belong. It only took a few seconds before you noticed the tiny black form in the distance. The square-like shape was nestled into a mountain side that overlooked a bay, the bullseye of a small clearing.
The town of Cordova was extremely far from the estate.
“Why is it so far from town?” You asked worriedly, hoping that you would still be able to synchronously attend your classes.
Bolanle was quick to point over the pilot’s shoulder into the setting sun. With slight struggle, you could see the outlines of the marina that acted as a perimeter for the small plot of human life.
“Lord Kim does not particularly fancy being around people.” She replied sheepishly.
You sat back in your seat, slightly worried. “Oh…”
“Don’t worry about network connection or any of that. Lord Kim made sure that your needs were properly suited with you being a university student. He got WiFi and a small cell-phone tower installed to assist you.” Bolanle sat back and braced herself once the plane began to descend towards the small airport. “Speaking of, what are you majoring in?”
Once you got over the notion that Lord Kim got an entire cellphone tower installed just for your stay- without knowing if you would take the job or not- you replied to the woman without letting your gaze waver from the approaching town.
“Mathematics.”
Audibly, Bolanle made a noise similar to that of a gag, laughing immediately afterwards.
“I don’t understand how you could major in that, but I respect the decision.” She gave you a light pat on your shoulder as she said the statement you had heard thousands of times before. “We definitely need more mathematicians in the world.”
By the time the small plane landed at the desolate airport, you were sick of flying, hoping to just crash in a bed for the evening so that you could be well-rested and fully prepared to meet your unbelievably generous potential employer.
The small inn that Bolanle took you to was cozy, seemingly brand new and unused. It was safe to assume that there weren’t normally any tourists coming out this far from Anchorage.
Once she had you settled down, informing you that you would be picked up at seven a.m. sharp the following morning, you were left alone to completely decompress from the day of traveling. You only laid down for a moment before you picked up your discarded backpack to retrieve your laptop and do some homework.
You didn’t want to be distracted by anything during your stay with Lord Kim.
Lord Kim Seokjin was in the doorway of his manor in an instant, the darkness of the night that blanketed his estate doing nothing to prevent his eyes from finding his assistant, Bolanle, walking idly up the winding path. He raced down the walkway to meet her, his patience with the human’s speed thinning.
“How is she?” Seokjin cursed himself for sounding so adamant to know the whereabouts of the human, yet he couldn’t resist the pressing motive of hunger from controlling his actions.
Before Bolanle could come to fully stand in front of the large doors of her lord’s manor, she was swept into his rough embrace like a rag doll, yelping as he swiftly manhandled her arm into his grasp. She watched with a mild sense of terror after momentarily forgetting about her lord’s gifts.
Seokjin brought the woman’s palm to his face, eagerly pressing it against his nose and mouth as he captured the scent of the human into his lungs. The human- you- smelled absolutely exquisite.
Like a greedy man, Seokjin took in the delicious scent that was much fresher and more raw than the first time he had smelt it. The result of his resident secretary having just been exposed to you made his sense of smell go into overdrive. She must have touched you very recently.
Seokjin felt his fangs begin to push through his gums, shifting his human teeth back in the process. There wasn’t enough room in his mouth for the cuspids to always remain at the ready, so his vampire nature manifested in the form of retractable incisors.
While his gums throbbed, venom began pooling on the surface of his tongue- he was salivating. Your aroma definitely made Seokjin’s predator instincts kick in at full force, for it had been decades since he smelt a human as decadent as you.
Another one of his animal instincts was to fuck you into oblivion- regardless of who you were.
The desire of sex was only present when other vampiric senses were brought to the surface and, with Seokjin’s lack of an actual soul, the only two things that could elicit such a human emotion were the presence of his mate and complete, utter hunger. The flames of thirst tore their way past his stoic demeanor while his cock drew incredibly hard in his jeans. It seemed that both you and his hunger were causing his body to overflow with the need to bury his dick in you.
He recalled the moment Doctor Bergenov returned from his business trip.
“My Lord, here are the reports that you requested.” Doctor Bergenov returned to the estate with a great deal of exhaustion clouding his judgement, so when he took a step too close to his lord, he knew he made a mistake.
Kim Seokjin was upon him in an instant, hissing as he curled his fingers into the front of Dr. Bergenov’s suit to slightly lift him into the air.
“That smell. ” Seokjin growled as he said the words, leaning in to better catch the edge of a hypnotizing aroma that happened to poison the material of the doctor’s clothing. It awoke a fire within his soul so hot that it burned into the cavern of his cold chest, igniting his body into a symphony of cries for more.
Dr. Bergenov stuttered as he replied to the sudden change in the ancient one’s demeanor, suddenly aware that Lord Kim hated when the doctor brought the scents of others into his home. “I-I apologize, my lord. It will not happen again. I will shower promptly.”
“No,” Kim Seokjin quickly released the doctor from his grip, deciding that he must have the scent for himself. “Give me your blazer.”
The doctor stiffened at the request, eyes widening. “M-my… my blazer?”
“Unlike you, Dr. Bergenov, I did not stutter- nor will I repeat myself.”
Before Lord Kim could rip his arms from his body like he feared, Dr. Bergenov shed himself of the article of clothing and gave it to his lord with confusion riddling his sense of mind.
Dr. Bergenov didn’t even get the chance to bid his lord goodnight.
Seokjin was rushing up the stairs at his inhuman speed with the jacket clutched close to his body, nothing other than relief of his frustration in mind. His one-track mind disregarded any more pleasantries exchanged with the doctor as he used his full speed to retreat to the much-needed privacy of his quarters. Seokjin was mindful enough to keep the article pressed to his chest to prevent too much of the scent from escaping the threads of the clothing.
The vampire was rid of his clothes and pressing his face into the jacket in an instant. He needed to have you. To hold you and crush himself against you as he took your body over and over again.
Without knowing what you looked like or what your name was, he blindly launched himself into his bed with a level of lust he hadn’t experienced in centuries. He compared the sensation to love at first sight- for better words, love at first smell . He couldn’t control his body as it reacted to the only prominent characteristic available to him.
Your scent incited the hunger and passionate want, but without the source to truly quench his need, he was left attempting to alleviate the frustration by taking his cock into his hand.
Facedown in his unused pillows, he used one arm to keep the blazer smothered upon his nose while he dug the other below his body to use as his sexual relief. It took mere moments of him relishing in lustful desire to climax, yet it was not enough to effectively lower his level of thirst and yearning for you.
With his essence spread onto the bed sheets below his stomach, the slide of his cock into his hand was much easier and much more pleasurable. Each grind of his hips to spread his fingers with his manhood caused the head to drag against the wet and sticky fluid, making for an increasingly satisfying sensation that forced his lips to part with a moan into the material of the offending jacket.
It took four more orgasms for him to fully gain his sense of control again.
Seokjin shook his head at the memory, wondering why he had acted so rashly and childishly with just the slightest amount of such a perfect scent- he was about to have it right in front of him come tomorrow.
You were human. You shouldn’t have had so much control over him. He didn’t even know who you were yet he actually touched himself like a human teenager to the thought of your faceless and nameless scent.
Bolanle stood as still as a statue so as to not trigger her lord’s animalistic nature, hoping that he would not come out of the ordeal angry and frustrated. She wanted to get as far from the manor as possible so that she didn’t obstruct the path of Seokjin’s hunger.
Unlike Dr. Bergenov’s jacket, Lord Kim had no desire to take Bolanle’s hand from her to hoard in his quarters. Even though the jacket had lost it’s scent days ago with only the rotten smell of chemicals in Dr. Bergenov’s cologne remaining, he could still be patient.
Kim Seokjin froze as he realized how he treated his assistant when the sound of her clearing her throat broke him out of his stupor. He pulled away from her with bated breath so that he could regain his composure.
“My apologies, Bolanle. I did not meant to startle you.” Seokjin completely released the woman and took a step back to increase the space and restore the professionalism.
Bolanle only readjusted her blouse and secured her jacket around her shoulders once more, smiling in understanding despite her trembling limbs. “That’s alright, my lord. I get it.”
Seokjin turned towards his manor after beckoning his assistant to follow him inside. She began informing him of the ordeal before they could get through the door, not wanting to drag out the situation any longer than absolutely necessary.
“She’s rather bright. Ms. Y/L/N is majoring in Mathematics and can hold a proper conversation. Frankly, I feel she will make a great addition to our household.”
Bolanle smiled as she said this, recalling what it was like to be around such a young and prosperous woman such as yourself. You were a fresh addition to the town of Cordova, bringing the light of new life. Bolanle couldn’t help but let a small sigh of relief slip past her lips.
Seokjin was pleased to hear the words, glad that he would have a woman such as you dancing along the halls of his manor. It had been quite a few decades since he brought in someone new to his small circle.
Listening to Bolanle speak fondly of you put him at ease, knowing that it would make it easier to resist your scent if you were kind-hearted and respectful in nature. Had you been rude and a downright awful human being, he would’ve had to kill you without a second thought.
He wasn’t sure why, but having you near him- with your delicious scent and all- was his way of controlling the thirst that burned at his throat.
The hunger ceased to disappear since his creation. However, when your scent somehow attached itself to his doctor, appeasing his ever-present thirst with the way it held potential notes of the smell of his Fated One, he could do nothing but require your presence with him in any way he could accomplish.
He would have to stand by and wait for you, aware that you were his last test. If he ended up slaughtering you, he knew that it would be the end of him. There was no reason for him to continue to live as a demon anymore.
Not even for his brother.
You awoke to the bright orange glow of the sun hitting the curtains of the inn’s windows. The blankets around you were warm against the cool air of the room, allowing for a perfect cocoon that begged you to remain inside them.
You dug your face into your pillow and nuzzled, loving the feel of such a soft bed and nice blankets against your skin.
A soft bed. Nice blankets. Cordova.
‘Seven a.m. sharp.’
Your moment spent bathing in comfort was quickly washed with the cold wave of shock as you flung yourself from your bed to check the time.
6:47 a.m. You had thirteen minutes to get ready.
Scrambling, you ripped your clothes off of your body and threw them, along with your belongings, back into your luggage. You’d force it closed after you brushed your teeth and hair. There was, unfortunately, no time to shower. Luckily, you showered right before your flight the day prior so it would have to do.
You couldn’t ignore the fact that you were impressed with how quickly you were able to dress in something presentable all the while making your face look presentable in the span of ten minutes. Luckily, you had laid your outfit- a black skirt that fell to mid-thigh and one of your favorite sweaters- out on the dresser the night before in preparation.
6:58 a.m.
You had your knees pressed on top of your suitcase so that you could close it around the monstrous pile of unfolded belongings sticking out. It was difficult enough when they were folded, yet it made it almost impossible to slide the zipper closed when the mountain of clothes took up more space.
A curt knock on the door had you panicking even more with the time crunch, giving a breathless ‘One minute!’ in response.
It took you three minutes to finally force the damned thing closed. Once you stood with red knees from finally resulting to using the entirety of your body weight to close the top, you rushed to the door and flung it open.
Bolanle stood with her hands behind her back in a posture similar to that of how you picture soldiers standing in formation.
“You ready to go?” She smiled at you. Your anxiety from being late dissipated instantly at her tone. Gripping your luggage in your hand, you puffed your chest out in preparation.
You grinned. “Yes.”
Bolanle turned and headed towards the car.
After about forty five minutes of boating through the Eyak Lake, you came upon the Middle Arm bay where Dr. Bergenov stated that the estate sat upon. Even though the trees covered the entire mountain, you could still spot the tops of Lord Kim’s mansion and the smoke rising out of one of the chimneys.
Suddenly, your heart kickstarted with excitement. This was basically your job interview except it lasted several days instead of an hour.
You turned to face Bolanle with a few questions about the estate in mind.
“How old is this place?”
She shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs to place her ankle atop her knee. “From what I recall, Lord Kim informed me that it was built in the eighteenth century. His family migrated from eastern Asia and found a home here.”
You sat back in disbelief. “His family has been here for over two centuries?”
Briefly, Bolanle froze. Her fingers that were toying with a loose thread on her seat of the boat ceased movement and her eyes were cast to the floor.
“Ah, yes. The property has been passed down through many generations of the Kims.”
“And neither of the brothers have children?” You furrowed your eyebrows, both at the woman’s actions and the fact that such a lengthy family history had not been continued yet.
“Well,” Bolanle mirrored your confused expression. “I know that Lord Kim does not plan to have any children. Sir Kim, his brother, has not come to visit for a very long time. I’m unsure of his whereabouts these days.”
“Is there any reason Sir Kim may not want to visit his own home?” You asked.
Bolanle seemed flustered with your amount of questions as the boat approached a small dock on the beach. “I haven’t been aware of anything that could warrant such a long separation from Bangenov, but I do know the last time I saw the two brothers together, there was some sort of tension between them.”
Oh. Drama. You lightly smiled at the thought, loving how each part of the trip became more and more like a novel.
“I learned that Lord Kim’s name is Seokjin. What is Sir Kim’s name in case I happen to meet him?” You pretended to forget the way your insides stirred when you first learned the first name of the head of the Bangenov estate.
The woman answered this question almost automatically. “His name is Sir Kim Taehyung.”
Quietly, you tested the name in your mouth as a whisper. Even though you had never heard the name before, it curled from your tongue fluently. For reasons unknown, the way it came out felt almost natural, familiar.
You said it again, eliciting the same response within your body as before, and noticed that it hummed with an unfamiliar sensation. You couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at your own confusion.
Without thinking much more about it, you turned to face the approaching dock.
The ride up to the manor was smooth and quick given that a small golf cart was placed conveniently at the mouth of the driveway for that purpose. You smiled at the luxury, glad that you didn’t have to walk the entire way up the mount.
The trip up the hill was covered in greenery. The driveway that you took cut through the forestry like a river, weaving between the massive trees without actually befalling any of them. You stared up the length of the trunks with a smile on your face, enjoying the vastly different environment that was no where close to the city back in Oregon.
The weather was freezing as you ascended further up the mountain, a certain whip of the high winds sending your ice-cold hands to clutch your coat tighter to your body. You definitely regretted your desire to look prettier for Lord Kim with a skirt, wishing that you hadn’t forgone your usual dress pants. Goosebumps littered your skin and you rubbed your hands against your calves affectionately in an attempt to retain some warmth.
Covered in shade, your skin was shielded from the sun by the natural tunnel of trees over the path. Almost greedily, you eyed the approaching end of the path where the trees stopped, obviously pouring out into a clearing. Almost giddily, you clutched the straps of your backpack in anticipation of what the estate looked like.
Once you actually got back into the beaming sun and adjusted your eyes to how bright it was so high up on the mountain, you gasped in awe and your excitement from before was completely overtaken by harshly cold anxiety.
The manor was solid black in color. With the sun shining on all of the greenery that surrounded the establishment, it made the contrast of the mansion’s black color that much stronger against the life around it. It almost seemed to communicate… death.
For some reason, the mansion was foreboding and intimidating. The shadows cast by the sun in its crevices seemed to dance and waver every time you looked away, giving the haunting appearance that it was breathing. A strange aura surrounded the estate, sending bolts of unwarranted electricity through your veins and turning your heart into a wildly beating live wire. It was as if the thing could come alive at any second and consume you before you had the chance to scream.
Your bones trembled under the invisible scrutiny of the place, sending shivers of fear instead of from the cold down your spine, yet the only thing that could potentially stop you from entering was the cancellation of your promised grant. It was just a house, for crying out loud.
A gate stood surrounding the main part of the estate, cutting off your direct path as it turned into a roundabout. Upon the cart stopping in front of the gate and Bolanle typing away at her cellphone, you only had to wait for a few moments before a man approached the gate from the other side. Where have you seen him before?
The familiar man stood at the gate with a somber look in his eyes despite the glaze covering them. You eyed him warily, unsure of why he looked so lost. It was also lost on you where you recognized him from.
“You may come in, Ms. Y/N. Lord Seokjin has been eagerly expecting you.”
He reached forward and undid the latch that kept the gates closed, pushing them open with a light grunt. Even though the gates were sleek and seemed to have been freshly painted, the resounding creak of the old joints as they opened made you wince slightly.
Bolanle pressed her foot down on the pedal of the cart again and entered through the threshold, smiling lightly as you kept your gaze locked on the brown-haired man who closed the gates behind you.
“Is that…” You weren’t sure. “Is that Dr. Bergenov?”
“Sure is!” Bolanle giggled. “He’s quite the character. What a crazy old man.”
“Where do I know him from?” You asked. The question was moreover said as a thought spoken aloud, yet prompted to potentially lure the answer from Bolanle. “He was the one who reached out to me in the first place.”
What was even more confusing was that he didn’t even attempt to strike up a conversation with you. Two weeks of emailing back and forth with the man and now he didn’t even try to speak with you.
The experience was getting more strange by the minute.
“I believe he met you while he was staying for a business meeting in Oregon. He told me that you work at a diner?”
You thought back to the man who had just let you into the gate and realized that he had been one of your customers. So that’s where he was from.
You served him coffee and a warm soup, the cold rainy weather of Oregon dampening the mood for everyone in the city.
Dr. Bergenov walked into your diner with a face that screamed stress and exhaustion. You just wanted to make his day better with a fresh meal on the house. The grateful smile he gave you in response was reward enough for the small amount of money you had to pay to get the food to him free.
You let the corner of your mouth turn up softly at the memory as you replied to Bolanle’s questioning statement. “Yeah, I do. I’m a waitress.”
“Oh, how nice! That must be why Dr. Bergenov recommended you to Lord Kim! Your customer service and ability to serve food must have really pleased him.”
The cart pulled up to the steps in front of the large doors to the manor as you arched your eyebrow at her words. Your ability to serve food? It was highly unlikely, given that any person could serve food with just a slight amount of basic home training.
Deciding not to worry too much about the exchange, you shook your head and stood from the cart once it stopped. You were all too excited to escape the cold weather of the mountain to worry about trivial things. You hoped the large mansion was properly heated despite its dated look.
“I’ll grab your luggage. You go on ahead inside and get out of this weather. I’ll meet you in the foyer.” Bolanle was already unloading your suitcase from the back of the cart and you thanked her for helping. Once you slung the strap of your backpack over your shoulders, you rushed up the stone steps to grab onto one of the brass knobs of the double doors.
You stepped inside and widened your eyes in the wonder that stood before you.
The head of the Bangenov estate watched you from the window of his quarters. The glass was old and warped for style, affecting his line of sight, but- from what he could see- you were bustling with curiosity as your featureless face remained upturned and fixated on his home.
Seokjin’s eyes remained on your form up until the moment that you entered his house. He was mentally preparing for your scent, slapping down on his instincts so that when he could smell your scent straight from the source, he wouldn’t jump you. Your aroma on Bolanle’s hand had definitely helped reel him in and keep him on the defensive.
Your heart beat strong and quick, your body’s natural reaction to keep itself warm in the cold weather. The moment he heard it, almost as if it was calling to him as a warning of the impending onslaught of your scent, he could only clench his fists in hopes of being prepared.
It took approximately four seconds for your scent to waft through the vents of Kim Seokjin’s manor upon your entry. He wasn’t ready for your scent in the slightest.
Seokjin’s body flew against the door in a split second of loss for control. He braced his forearms against the wood with barely enough time to reel back so that he didn’t break through.
You smelled perfect.
Seokjin took care to remind himself that you were most likely his mate. If he killed you, it would reintroduce the pain of a hundred lifetimes back into his head. The agony of such a death would take a toll on Seokjin’s psyche once again, re-exposing him to the raw emotion of sadness that plagued him as a human after the Battle of Sarhu- a battle four-hundred years prior.
Seokjin sat in a pile of ash, weeping as he held onto the sword of his commander. His shoulders trembled as he let his head fall. The harder he gripped the sword, the more it cut into his palms, yet he did not squeeze his eyes screwed shut to cry from the physical pain.
The pile of bodies that was gathered by the few remaining soldiers of his battalion stood tall and imposing behind him. The surviving men of his state were worn and exhausted with their narrow victory doing nothing to raise their spirits.
The carnage of the battle brought on a terrible shadow in Seokjin’s heart, causing him to wonder why he even survived.
Seokjin was a nobody. He wasn’t a great warrior for the Later Jin, however, the gods had spared his life for purposes that Seokjin could not understand. Despite the Ming dynasty falling to the Jin after a long and grueling battle, Seokjin couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything but the loss of life.
He killed fathers, brothers, cousins, and countless family members in his mission to win. The task, deemed a crime in his head, didn’t catch up until there was no more blood to be spilt.
Seokjin remembered feeling the sadness as clear as day, yet he couldn’t distinctly remember what it felt like without a soul to suffer the emotional damage. He remembered that he felt physical pain in his chest and remembers the steel cutting into his flesh, but he doesn’t remember what the emotion felt like. Had he been younger in his years of vampirism, Seokjin would have had a better chance at recalling.
Min Yoongi, his creator, warned him of the effects of vampirism before he was turned.
The battle took too much of a toll on Seokjin’s mind and drove him to insanity. The post-traumatic stress removed the good parts from Seokjin’s fragile, human mind, leaving him with sorrow and resentment towards war and humanity. Fully aware that war was necessary for his dynasty to protect their families, he did the only thing he could think of doing.
At the lowest point of his life, Seokjin sniffled as he stood on the rope bridge with sand bags in his hands. He was in the process of tying them to his ankles when another presence startled him from his actions.
“What are you doing?”
A bag slipped from Seokjin’s grasp and he cursed under his breath as he watched it plummet to the water below. There goes ten coins.
Annoyed, he stood to find the man who had interrupted his final mission.
He was… beautiful.
The scar that crossed over the man’s right eye did not reach his actual eyeball- it only cut through his eyebrow and stamped slightly into the skin of his cheek. His black hair was shorter than what he was used to seeing on the men of the Jin.
Even with the offending mark, the man before him was more godly than any other person he had ever seen. If anything, it added to how attractive he was.
“Who are you?” He asked.
Instead of responding, the man turned his vibrantly brown eyes down to the river below. “Were you about to bring yourself to an end?”
Seokjin scoffed and shook his head. “No. I just wanted to drop some sand into the river.”
“I can help you.” The man spoke softly. As if he were speaking to a delicate dove. Seokjin did not like that one bit.
“Help me throw sand in the river? Why would I need your help? I don’t even know who you are.”
The man bowed his head. “Yoongi. My name is Yoongi.”
Seokjin wasn’t sure why this stranger was so intent on helping him, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to find out why.
“Well, Yoongi, I appreciate the offer for your help, however, I do not want your help.”
It was in Seokjin’s nature to be stubborn and dismissive of outside help. He couldn’t afford to let anyone else get close to him. War would occur again, taking away the loved ones of families- something he could not bare to think about doing once more.
With the stranger’s interruption in his personal moment, Seokjin stood from his spot on the rope bridge and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction, ashamed. He wanted to hide away from the world and be by himself.
“You may not want my help, child, but you need it.”
Seokjin wished he could have his creator near him, wishing for his words of wisdom in the way that he always did. All he knew about his mentor’s location was that he was not in the United States. He was probably somewhere in Europe, enjoying the life as a seemingly normal human without thirst plaguing his nature as a vampire.
Seokjin groaned softly in an attempt to tame the chaos in his mind, wanting nothing more than to go downstairs and sweep you into his grasp so that he could feed and bond.
He needed your blood. Felt the need in his body as he grew aroused once again.
The vampire thought of all of the ways he could take you.
He didn’t mind waiting to get you into a shower, knowing that the hot water would open your pores and allow your scent to be secreted more powerfully than through your goosebump-covered skin. Seokjin would take you from behind then, digging his fangs into your flesh as he trapped you with one arm around your waist and the other holding your jaw to angle your head in such a way that your neck was completely exposed. Your naked breasts would bounce with each of his powerful thrusts and the globes of your ass would ripple as his hips clapped against them so roughly that they turned red.
He could practically taste the water droplets that collected on your skin as he sealed his lips over your puncture wounds and drove his manhood into your folds.
You would moan and be unaware that you were in danger, ecstasy the only sensation you would experience as his shi- his venom- took control of your nerves. Seokjin had to lick his lips and then close them tightly to prevent his vampiric saliva from escaping them.
Seokjin could take you right in the foyer and not bother savoring you. He would rip your clothes from your body right in front of Bolanle. He was never one to care for public indecency, let alone public sex.
Bolanle would know not to interrupt his feed. She would turn and leave as he coaxed your body to accept his throbbing want with his fingers.
Seokjin wondered what your lips would feel like as they pressed against his own. He would be able to taste your breath, knowing that it would make him want to swallow all of your moans and whimpers into his body. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to be with a woman again, knowing that his sexual desire had been suppressed for centuries and that you would be unable to handle him all at once. He hadn’t had sex since he was a twenty-eight year-old human.
He would take his time readying you; he would carry you to the table in the middle of the foyer and sprawl your body onto it before licking you open. Your juices, made from your DNA, would make it that much harder for him to resist digging his fangs into your thighs to drink you. If it wasn’t obvious that he liked to tease himself then, he wasn’t sure what would be.
Seokjin also thought of what he could do if he waited those few extra seconds to carry you to his quarters.
If you were his mate, like he assumed, you would willingly oblige to his movements as he laid you down in his sheets. Seokjin would take his time to worship your body, loving every inch of you until you could take no more. His fingers would dig into the skin of your hips whilst still being mindful of your frail, human body. He would keep his mouth attached to your skin even when he wasn’t drinking you, needing to feel the sensation of the blood pulsing beneath your skin against his lips.
He would not stop until his name was the only word you knew. He would plunge himself deep inside your depths and abuse your womb until his body was the only sensation you knew-
Oh, to fill your womb with his cum.
Seokjin knew that you were not capable of bearing his children as a human, yet his more human instinct to procreate insisted that he turn you so that he could consummate your bond in the form of life within your body.
The sound of your exhaled ‘wow’ finally disturbed Seokjin’s imagination of painting your walls white. His ears picked up the word as if it was whispered directly into his senses while the breathiness of it licked against the shell of his cartilage. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he pressed his body against the door to gain more pressure against his weeping cock.
Shivering, Seokjin came into his trousers from the first word he had ever heard from you.
He had no doubt that you were his mate at that point, a moment long-awaited since the fateful day he lost his emotions in the year of 1621. It was less than a month after his twenty-eighth mortal birthday.
Being turned into a vampire amidst suffering an existential crisis and blatant depression, Seokjin found that he lost the most human parts of himself as those feelings were wiped away, only to leave a gaping hole in his chest that solidified like stone into a permanently empty feeling.
As the youngest of his brothers despite his older human age, Kim Seokjin was still adjusting to life as a vampire. He blamed his dependence on finding his mate and need for companionship as the reason he was unable to help himself from obsessing over you- and the reason he had come nearly untouched.
While Yoongi and Namjoon were over a thousand years into their life, Seokjin and the rest of his brothers were younglings in comparison. He wasn’t even half of Yoongi’s age. Seokjin felt slightly justified in being unable to maintain his sanity with his mate, knowing that his Fated One was completely to blame in his hormonal teenager-like reactions.
“This place is beautiful.”
Seokjin was quick to change his clothing as he listened to you intently, sliding a pair of slacks onto his long legs so that he wasn’t wearing ruined trousers when he went to greet you for the first time.
Bolanle enter the threshold, her footsteps echoing loudly for his supernatural hearing. He straightened his white button-up as he took his first, practiced breath of calm, before he turned on human mode. Seokjin would need to break the news of his kind to you eventually, however, it couldn’t be then.
You needed to trust him first before he could even attempt to get you to accept what he was.
The foyer was enough to convince you that you needed the job. The thought of being a live-in assistant at such a beautiful place was a thought you never even considered when you thought of the job name.
When you thought of live-in assistants, you thought of those who tended to the elderly- those who tended to individuals who were physically challenged. Although you hadn’t seen Lord Kim yet, you doubted that he needed yet another live-in assistant when he already had two. Doctor Bergenov, however, served as reasoning for the potential that Lord Kim had an underlying condition that limited him.
Despite this, you knew that you couldn’t turn it down when the entire house was modeled after the gothic Victorian Era.
A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, crystals reflecting the light from the genuine candles in such a way that it lit the room like all of the window’s curtains were pulled open to let in the sunlight. The discovery of the beautiful ceiling piece had led you to find that, in fact, all of the curtains were closed. Why?
“Lord Kim usually sleeps during the day.”
Doctor Bergenov was walking in through the door and closing it behind him when he spoke his first words to you.
“He does?” You turned around to find him walking up to Bolanle, taking your large suitcase from her grasp. She smiled warmly at him in silent thanks. “Why?”
You couldn’t help but muse quietly at the thought of this twenty-eight year-old man working diligently in front of a computer screen in a dark room, snoring away while everyone else was up and about. What a night owl.
“That is actually what we must discuss before you meet him. He is currently resting in his quarters so we have ample time to discuss what need be discussed.” Dr. Bergenov moved his tired eyes away from you to rest on the mahogany table sitting in the middle of the room, dragging your attention to the papers sitting atop it. “There is some paperwork I’d like to go over with you. It’s unnecessary to wake the lord anyway. He does not like to be bothered.”
“On the contrary,”
Your body shivered and the heat of unexpected arousal instantly bloomed in your belly at the sound of a man at the top of the large staircase in the middle of the room. You weren’t sure how long he was standing there, but you were definitely taken aback when he finally revealed himself because-
By god. He’s beautiful.
His lips were the first characteristic you noticed about him. They were full, permanently pouted as the plumpness dragged your attention to the growing desire to kiss them.
His hair was raven black, giving you the impression that it was dyed, yet it looked so natural that you had to assume it was. The length was gelled and cut neat to fall above his trimmed eyebrows, parted in the middle to reveal the skin of his forehead.
A soft smile that lifted the corner of his mouth reached his eyes, sending a twinkling gaze at you that burned through your eyes and down into your chest like a blazing inferno. You had to stagger back slightly at the force his appearance incited onto you.
“I find waking up to meet our new member completely necessary.”
Your body reacted as if you were sticking a fork into a power socket, trembling while you were shocked into silence. You couldn’t ignore the way your pelvic floor clenched around the nothingness between your legs. His voice and looks, plus the way he basically showered you in money, had you one step away from falling to your knees in front of him.
You stared in silence, unable to speak, as he made his way down the crescent-shaped staircase. It was only when he finally descended all the way down and began walking towards you that you realized your lips were slightly agape in utter stupefaction.
He’s incredibly tall.
Lord Kim, in all his glory, approached you with a comfortable and relaxed smile on his face. His eyes rested on you easily, unwavering in their gaze. You had to resist the urge to jump his bones on the spot, wondering why it was so hard to control your body when it yearned to know what it would feel like to be underneath his. Although you closed your mouth, you couldn’t resist biting your bottom lip to falsely remedy the missing feeling of his teeth locked onto it.
The gorgeous man finally stood in front of you, carrying with him a slight breeze that wafted his scent in your direction. Almost greedily, you flared your nose to take in the aroma of his cologne. His fragrance seemed to contain hints of spicy citrus and the telltale signs of Egyptian geranium- a scent you were very familiar with. You loved it.
“Lord Kim,” You slightly bowed your head as you grew accustomed to being in his presence. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“The same to you, Y/N.” He smiled warmly.
His voice was soft and easy on the ears, caressing your insides with a hold so soft yet stern that you felt as if it was cradling you into the next sentence. Your body purred at the sensation, wishing to hold his hands within your own as his voice held your soul.
There was a beat of silence as you regarded Lord Kim, seeing that he was doing the same with you.
He was young and one of the most handsome men you had ever seen; the plushness of his lips was gratifying, the pools of his copper-colored eyes were utterly gorgeous, and his stature proclaimed bodily perfection. Despite all of the good looks that made you want to make sweet love to the man, the universe worked against you.
You couldn’t touch him, kiss him, nor have him in the way you wanted, for he was to be your boss. Such a relationship was highly inappropriate- especially as his assistant.
“Lord Kim, I-“
You didn’t get a chance to continue your sentiment.
Instead, a loud crashing noise resounded throughout the room, causing all four of you to jump and swivel your heads towards where the sound came from- the door. Your eyebrows furrowed in both fear and confusion as you quickly turned your gaze to the other three in search of answers, only to jump when the sound boomed yet again.
The force on the door was incredible; it sounded as if a battering ram was beating against the ancient wood over and over again.
Faintly, you heard grunting coming from the other side as the integrity of the solid material broke and your heartbeat was sent into a race of fury against the fear flooding your veins. A few blows later and the doors were audibly splintering apart. What could be strong enough to break it down?
Bolanle and Dr. Bergenov seemed just as shocked as you yet made no move to get away from the area of danger. They stood their ground near Lord Kim- he remained unshaken, staring ahead with a determined expression. It was almost as if he was all-knowing of who was on the other side.
The door came crashing open and slamming to the wall as the person behind it finally broke through.
In all of his naked glory, a man stood in the empty doorway, panting.
A mop of curly, dark hair concealed his face from you, allowing your eyes to freely and shamelessly roam the contours of his body whilst the shocking situation seemed to be placed under a veil of instant enticement.
His nipples took a darker shade of pink, seemingly almost brown, and you found yourself salivating at how the curves of his muscular body became silhouetted by the sunny environment behind him. Even as Bolanle rushed off to presumably retrieve a pair of trousers for him, he stood rooted to his spot as raised his face to stare at you.
The man’s legs were thick, lined with muscle and tense sinew. They visibly tremored as he stood on bare feet. His massive arms sat poised at his sides, fists clenched after having just broken down a huge fucking door.
You let your eyes trail down and then back up, noticing the way veins in his v-line fed blood to the exotic yet delicious-looking manhood that he was endowed with. The head of his cock was pink and inviting as it oozed a bead of precum, weeping as it jerked in the direction of where you stood.
You knew that, had it been any other man breaking down doors whilst naked, you would scream, shield your eyes, and turn away- you would do the three things in any order, really- yet you found yourself drawn to the display like a moth to a lamp. Why was this man so alluring despite breaking down someone’s door whilst naked? And why was there a small bulb at the base of his dick?
He heaved for breath yet ceased all prior movement once he locked his mocha-brown eyes onto yours after you let your eyes linger away from his nudeness. Almost on instinct, you held your breath and trembled in anticipation. His pupils dilated to consume his irises.
His eyes were wild, outlined by a set of thick eyebrows and a small scar stamped onto the bridge of his nose. Sweat trickled down his temples and onto his neck, highlighting the large, crescent-shaped scar that contrasted starkly against his caramel skin at the junction of his neck and left shoulder. You really tried to avoid the scene of the man’s lack of clothes yet could not bring yourself to let your eyes stray from his toned body.
The man’s chest, supple and full of taut muscle, flexed occasionally. He brought one large arm to shield his large, obviously hard- quite frankly, odd-looking- erection and used the other to fold across his chest in a manner that allowed his bulging bicep to cover his chest. You still had a good look at him before you realized how disrespectful it was.
You didn’t know how you knew, but you could practically sense that he covered himself up due to anxiety under your scrutiny- not because he was publicly naked.
Lord Kim stuck his arm out and stepped in front of you to partially shield you from the man, snapping your attention away from the man in the doorway and back to him. Confused by the action, you furrowed your eyebrows and proceeded to struggle to peak over his shoulder to maintain your trance on the other beautiful man in the vicinity. Just one more look.
Once you got close enough to the lord to actually see over his impressively wide shoulder width, you were close enough to realize the he trembled slightly in his spot and let his breaths out with a slight hiss.
Muddled by his state, you looked at him worriedly.
“Taehyung.”
Lord Kim addressed the man with the fact that he was on the defensive terribly obvious. The name, all too familiar to your ears, jittered your insides with excitement yet twisted them at the sound of the venom that dripped from it. For the first time in your life, a name caused you to cease breathing in an array of emotions.
“I’m afraid your visit is quite early.”
“Lord Kim,”
The man- Sir Kim Taehyung- moved the arm away from his chest to brush his curly hair away from his face and wipe the sweat away from his forehead. You drank in every inch of his revealed skin as he did so, grappling with yourself over why you shouldn’t fling your body at him with full force. “I apologize, but I have been called here.”
Lord Kim barked out a noxious scoff which caused you to jump in the tense encounter. “Impossible. There is no one to call you here.”
“She did.” Sir Kim looked at you again, causing an involuntary clench of your thighs to rub against each other. As if he sensed your body’s reaction, his eyes flickered down and narrowed on your legs whilst his nostrils flared- as if he could smell the burst of wetness that had just escaped into your panties. The past thirty minutes of meeting the Kim brothers had finally broken through the dam, ruining your underwear.
The thought that he could possibly smell you made it suddenly seem as if he was… hunting you like a predator.
Lord Kim turned to look at you as you let the thought of being hunted by Sir Kim consume you. You let your mind run rampant, imagining just what Sir Kim was hunting.
Sir Kim’s hair would tickle your thighs and stomach as he buried his face between your folds. Lapping. Stroking. Snarling. You would hold onto his hair and be mindless, powerless to the need to yank his hair from his scalp as you lost all sense of logic. His hands would grip your flesh with a bruising force to spread your legs. His moans of pleasure as he slurped you up would vibrate on your clit so much that you would cum onto his tongue in a frenzy.
The raw and hard core movements of Sir Kim Taehyung would be far from soft. Far from the delicate and potentially loving vibe that Lord Kim radiated just as you met him.
What threw you off was the same glint of hunger and want in Lord Kim’s eyes as he revealed his seemingly sunburnt and terribly red face to you. What happened in the last few moments to make him look this way?
Reflected at you was a look of untamed desire. The desire to conquer and destroy. To completely own and dominate. As Lord Kim let his gaze flicker down the scale of your body and back up so quickly that you might’ve missed it if you blinked, you gulped audibly. He let his tongue peak out to wet his lips.
The pressure of resisting the impulse to shed yourself of your clothes and let them have you weighed much too heavily on your chest, prompting you to step back and bump into Dr. Bergenov- who brought you behind him instantly. You were thankful for the protection as he seemed to be the only one of the three men who didn’t want to eat you for dinner.
Not that you minded.
“Lord Kim,” Dr. Bergenov spoke as Bolanle returned to the room with clothing slung over her arm. She approached Sir Kim cautiously with the arm outstretched. “I believe it is best we continue with welcoming Ms. Y/L/N.”
The trance was broken with the doctor’s words, snapping you out of your sexual fantasies so quickly that you felt yourself get mental whiplash from the way your emotions came returning to silence like a rubber band snapping back into shape. Sir Kim, sliding on a pair of jeans to cover the main distraction to the situation, furthered your peace of mind.
Within the first thirty minutes of meeting him, it seemed that Lord Kim was at a loss for words.
“I…”
“I’d like to meet the new guest.” Sir Kim stepped in and interrupted Lord Kim’s hesitation. It was much easier for you to process words spoken when he was not as naked as the day he was born.
A small smile of excitement spurred your movement away from Doctor Bergenov and towards the gorgeous and still-sweating man in the doorway. There was no chance you could pass up the opportunity to shake his hand and touch him with the excuse of a first greeting. Any other time and it would be even more painfully obvious that your hands were basically magnetized to his body.
A hand caught your arm, stopping you in your path. It was stern and almost painful, tight like a vice around your bicep, however, the touch sent a new wave of pure lust within you. It begged you to drag your attention back to the head of the Bangenov estate. To fall into his embrace and please him in every way he could possibly want. You immediately connected your eyes to his lips when he pulled you close against him.
With all of the sensations tearing your mind in two directions- to Lord Kim Seokjin, whose aura pleaded you to let yourself fall into a cool and loving cradle of safety, and to Sir Kim Taehyung, whose vibe demanded that you submit and succumb to the fire of passion- you quietly sucked in air between clenched teeth and looked up into the eyes of your potential employer.
“No.”
He breathed in your direction as he said the word, the cool exhale just lightly tickling your chin. You let your lips part in a last ditch effort to taste him on your palette while you still could, completely ignoring the fact that he had just denied Sir Kim from meeting you.
The taste that hit your tongue contained hints of syrup and iron, a mix that came together surprisingly well, causing your eyelids to flutter in absolute bliss. You wanted to inch closer. To wrap your hand around the back of his neck and bring his face down to meet your own so that you could drink him in as much as you wished. His tongue would fall victim to the dominance of your own because you knew that you would be unable to hold back from exploring him.
A loud growl startled you from the lustful moment.
It was inhuman, animalistic, and raw- a terrifying noise to hear in the confines of a home. Almost immediately, you were reminded of the research you had done prior to taking your trip to the mountainous and lively regions of Alaska. There were wolves here. You jumped in your spot and let your eyes flick in the direction of the sound, wondering how you hadn’t noticed that a wolf entered the room.
What you found, instead, was not a dog, but Sir Kim crouched in a position that conveyed he was ready to lunge. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden hostility, wondering why he had gotten so angry. You trembled and let your body slink closer to Lord Kim. Was it Sir Kim that made the sound?
Another growl, formed into a short word and clearly from Sir Kim as you watched his upper lip pulled up in a snarl to say it, had you trembling and clutching Lord Kim’s shirt in fists. Sir Kim was adamant that you had his attention.
“She is mine.”
And his irises were glowing bright gold.
