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Jimin stepped through the door and made his way, slinking through the crowd, towards the stairs which led down to the lounge. The music blasted around him and, quite frankly, it gave him a headache. He didn’t like having to come down to the club anymore, but he was thirsty and this was still the easiest way to satisfy his appetite. Jimin was eager to find a reprieve from the same Top 40 Hits on rotation and he knew the sooner he found someone, the quicker he could get out of here.
He leaned on the back bar and scanned the crowd for a quick second, looking for his next mark. He glanced quickly and found the room was filled with bodies of couples pressed up close together, as usual, but also with singles looking to pair up. He noticed one scrawny-looking guy, in particular, was being approached by another guy wearing a leather jacket, his hair buzzed on the sides of his head, the longer middle section loosely pushed back.
One look told Jimin he had to be trouble, but as he approached to calm the situation, the scrawnier guy pushed past the larger one in a huff, and bumped into Jimin particularly hard, grunting with disgust and wiping his mouth on his hand as he passed him quickly. Jimin watched as he exited and once gone, he shrugged, doing his best to brush it off as unintentional, and resumed scanning the crowd once again.
Finally, He spotted an attractive-looking man, with dark hair and broad shoulders, and thought, “He’ll do.” Jimin ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and dived back into the crowd of people. He moved his hips from side to side, swaying with the music and feeling the bass resonate throughout his body. He knew he was attractive with his plump lips and soft, pretty lidded eyes which he enhanced with a layer of eyeliner. Jimin had his own aura of charm, and when he hit the dance floor, well, in truth, no one could resist him. People were usually climbing over each other to get his attention and tonight was no different, as everyone tried to simply bump into him just to get him to look their way.
Before long, he sidled up to the guy he had seen earlier and their bodies were moving along to the rhythm in sync. Jimin watched as the man in his arms tilted his head back to get a good look at him. He knew the stranger approved when he smiled and turned around to dance face to face. He was feeling rather bold and impatient, so Jimin yelled over the loud music in his ear, “Do you want to take this somewhere more private?” and the stranger nodded eagerly. Jimin clasped his hand in his and started to lead him off the dancefloor and down the stairs, excited that this boring, average night was finally going his way.
He found his way to a booth, pulling the stranger with him, and spotted Taehyung nearby and winked at him. Tae nodded in response and looked away, giving them more privacy.
Immediately, the man straddled Jimin’s lap and began fervently kissing his lips. Jimin kissed him back, because, well, he did start this, and trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He then whispered, “This might hurt a little, babe,” and he sank his fangs into the smooth flesh, like a knife slicing through warm butter. The man thrashed for a moment, jolting from the bite, before moaning as he felt the euphoria of the venom spreading through his veins.
A warm metallic taste filled Jimin’s mouth, the sensation quelling the burn in his throat, and he knew his thirst would be satisfied for now. He drank deeply, but was careful to be mindful not to drain the human dry. Things were always so much messier that way. Soon, the human passed out and Jimin withdrew his fangs and shoved the body off of him. He felt the blood trickle down the corner of his mouth, licked his lips, and grabbed a napkin off the table to wipe away the excess.
With the wave of his hand, one of his covenmates moved the body away, towards one of the rooms they had designated for recovery, and Taehyung made his way over to Jimin’s booth.
“I see you’ve left your cave finally,” Taehyung remarked before sitting down next to him.
“I wanted to dance and I was thirsty,” Jimin responded, fiddling absentmindedly with one of his rings and shrugging. “Sue me.”
Taehyung looked him over once and looked back over at the crowd of vampires in the lounge, some of whom were feeding and some of whom were simply talking, just as the two of them were, and said, “I thought you didn’t want to come dance at the club anymore.”
It wasn’t that Jimin didn’t like dancing, he loved it, he wouldn’t choose to come to the club if he didn’t. But Jimin was tired, tired of the same old boring living that he had been living for the last 1013 years.
Jimin didn’t really remember what life was like before becoming a vampire. He wasn’t really sure if what life at the time was like could really even be considered living. They said your human memories aren’t always the most memorable for most vampires, and Jimin was no exception to the rule. Like most members of his kind, he really only remembered brief flashes of a blurry face and the most intense emotions experienced while human. Overall, he generally felt the human experience was insignificant to him aside from the warmth of comfort he felt around his non-beating heart on the occasion where he sat in this club.
There was something about this place that made his undead self feel alive again. It was an inkling of a feeling that he was desperate to grab a hold of, something to make this endless eternity worth living and continuing on with.
Whenever he sat here, he'd be hit with visions of colorful bursts and could almost hear the peals of faint laughter and feel the old familiarity of tangled limbs. As much as it reminded him what it was like to feel alive, it made him yearn for something he couldn't quite remember. He didn’t really understand why, but he knew it was tied to one of the faces he always tried to remember, but could never fully recall.
He had long since given up trying to remember why this one face made him feel at home and instead, focused on maintaining the borders of his coven’s territory, feeling oddly protective over the place he was sitting in where the club now stood.
Back in the present, Taehyung waved his hand in front of Jimin's glazed-over eyes. Post-feed in the club always brought back the flashes of memories that Jimin couldn't help but get lost in.
Jimin wiped his face with one hand and breathed a heavy sigh. "I think I'm gonna get out of here," he told Taehyung. "I'll catch you back at the apartment."
Taehyung nodded, knowing his best friend didn't like to linger around the club for long. Jimin always insisted they keep the club under their protection, and Taehyung had a vague feeling as to why but never pried deeper. If Jimin didn't want to talk about it after the 950 years or so that they knew each other, Taehyung wasn't going to make him and Jimin appreciated that about him. He wasn't even sure if he could really explain it anyway.
Jimin got up from the table and ascended the stairs to the club's main floor where the music continued to blast. He tried to speedwalk his way to get out of there but had to be mindful he couldn't exhibit his unnatural heightened speed and reveal to the clubgoers that supernatural creatures were walking about.
In his haste to leave, Jimin found himself bumping into someone he didn't notice was standing there until it was too late. He ended up almost falling but caught his balance gracefully before he had. It might've helped that the stranger he bumped into also caught him and was currently holding his waist. The stranger helped him stand and asked, "Are you alright? You seem to be in quite a hurry."
Jimin straightened himself up and nodded, not really looking the stranger in the eye, "I'm fine, I just was on my way out and didn't see you there."
Upon finally making eye contact, Jimin realized he was in the presence of another vampire, one he didn't quite recognize, and immediately tensed onto the defensive.
"Who are you?" Jimin asked the stranger, "You don't belong here."