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“I can’t believe you did it again, Taehyung. Have you learned nothing in two hundred years??” Jin bellowed, bursting through the door first, carrying the kid.
“Two hundred and nine.” Taehyung corrected airily, following behind, yanking on the tie of his cape and not even a little embarrassed.
“Whatever. Do you even remember Halloween, 1933?”
“Yes. And I’m sure Yoongi does, too.”
Jin threw the limp teenager on the nearest couch, huffing out a breath. “Yeah, and Yoongi was SUCH a good addition to the family. Never goes anywhere with us, never does anything. Right, Yoo–”
As the rest of the group piled into the half-lit room, Jin trailed off, staring at the undead boy sitting on the smaller couch, reading.
“Yoongi. Are you honestly telling me that you wouldn’t go with us to the party, but you decided to sit at home dressed as Naruto, of all things, instead?” Jin was starting to sound very shrill, indeed, as he tore the giant orange pumpkin hat he wore off and threw it to the side carelessly.
“I like Naruto.” Yoongi replied calmly, flipping a page in his book. “I don’t like you guys.”
“Whatever, you love us.” Hoseok teased, sitting down next to Yoongi and poking him with his plastic light saber.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, giving up on reading. “That is character assassination, and I won’t stand for it. Taehyung, what did you do?”
He and Hoseok joined the other four, who were standing over the unconscious boy laying on the other couch.
Taehyung sighed, wiping the fake blood off his chin with a tissue. “Nothing. I just wanted someone to play with. Jiminnie is the only one who will ever play with me, and–”
Jimin snickered, pulling off his giant Mickey Mouse gloves. “And so you thought a kid dressed like a total nerd would be a great addition to the household?”
Taehyung’s eyes floated down to the boy, who was getting paler by the second. “Well…yeah…” he muttered forlornly.
Namjoon crossed his arms sternly, which was hard to do when he was dressed as an egg. “Well, I’m not doing this again. You have to finish what you started.”
All five of them turned to their leader with matching horrified expressions on their faces.
“Wait. You’re seriously going to let him do this?” Jin asked, voice quieter but no less shrill.
Namjoon shrugged. “He obviously didn’t learn the first time, and now we’re stuck with grandpa over here for eternal life,” he pointed out, jabbing a thumb in Yoongi’s general direction. “Might as well have another constant reminder of the consequences of his stupid actions.”
Jin threw up his hands in disbelief. “Great! Wonderful! I’ll be in the kitchen heating up his meal, then.” He walked away with as much dignity as his costume would allow.
Hoseok pulled up on one of the rapidly dying boy’s eyelids. “Um, you better do this, like, now, Taehyung.”
Taehyung had gotten even paler than usual. He stared up at the other boys. “What do I do?” he whispered, and they all melted just a little, because Taehyung was hardly ever scared.
Namjoon bent down and adjusted the dark-haired almost-corpse on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow. “You gotta feed him.”
Yoongi scratched at his headband, turning away. “I’ll be in the kitchen with Mom. I hate this part.” he said over his shoulder as he left.
Taehyung sat on the couch gingerly, as if he was afraid he or the unmoving boy might break at any moment, even though Taehyung certainly wouldn’t, and his soon-to-be progeny couldn’t do much of anything except inch closer to death.
He looked into the faces of his brothers, the only family he’d had in two hundred years. Well, two hundred and nine. Namjoon was trying to affect a good disappointed leader face, but he mostly looked vaguely nauseous. Hoseok’s eyes were trained on the ceiling as he shifted from foot to foot.
Jimin had found a bag of Halloween candy and was unwrapping and eating it very slowly, a look of extreme distaste on his face as he broke the silence. “I can’t believe I used to eat this crap.”
Namjoon reached out and swatted the bag out of his hand. “Stop that.” Jimin rolled his eyes and sat on the coffee table sullenly.
Taehyung had just been staring at the kid, wondering why he did the things he did, wondering how he’d gotten himself into this situation again. He should have learned, after Yoongi. All he did was putter around the house talking about the good old days and leaving the fridge open and his towel was always on the bathroom floor.
Finally, he steeled himself enough to do the job. Carefully, Taehyung sank his fangs into the inside of his forearm, barely wincing with the twinge of pain. He went deep enough for dark red blood to start bubbling out, and before he could chicken out, Taehyung held his arm to the boy’s lips.
He didn’t move for almost a minute. The situation slowly became comical, Taehyung just bleeding all over him and the couch and Jin was probably going to kill him except he was already dead so suck on that, Mom. Taehyung started to worry that it was too late when suddenly the kid reached up and grabbed Taehyung’s arm with both hands and began to drink desperately.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. They hadn’t accidentally murdered someone in over a hundred years, and no one wanted a repeat of that experience.
Taehyung watched the boy carefully, trying to properly gauge when he’d had enough, and when that moment came, he pulled his arm away, licking it to seal the wound.
It was quite an image, the boy laying on the bloodstained couch with a bloodstained face as his skin slowly turned from sallow to porcelain, his eyes flashing white-blue just for a moment before they faded back to brown. He blinked rapidly, mouth hanging open as little baby fangs sprouted and retracted just as quickly.
It was over faster than Taehyung remembered. He was pretty sure Yoongi had suffered far more than this eighty-two years ago, but Taehyung resolved to never tell him that.
The boy sat up, observing his new surroundings quietly, his eyes falling on the motley crew gathered around him.
Taehyung cleared his throat. “Uh…hi. What’s your name?”
He licked his lips. “Jungkook. Why am I so hungry?”
Just then, Jin returned with Yoongi in tow, holding a steaming mug that contained Jungkook’s very first meal as a vampire, some A positive that he’d heated in a kettle, because Jin always said he was too old to trust new inventions like microwaves.
That meal would have been a shattered mess on the floor if Yoongi’s cat-like reflexes weren’t so quick when it fell out of Jin’s hands.
“WHAT DID YOU TO DO MY COUCH??????”