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It’s Sunday.
Yoongi drops by the beat down convenience store by the corner of the street, neon sign flickering and hanging on to the last of its light. Snatches a random pack of cigarettes off the shelf and brings it to the counter, because “get me some cigs, won’t you?” Namjoon had said, and if he’d wanted something legit he wouldn’t have asked Yoongi.
The cashier looks all of forty. Balding, a shine to the top of his head and a sharpness to his eyes. He gives Yoongi a once over, and he must see the torn jacket and the overall dusty and not doing so hot appearance, since he gives a low whistle. “Not the best week, huh, kid?”
“It goes,” Yoongi grumbles. Runs a hand through his hair, not self-consciously but warily. A vamp had chewed his sleeve out the week before, and he hasn’t had time to get it repaired, never mind a new jacket – three months of saving up, basically, and he’s not gonna toss it down the sink when this one’s perfectly utilitary, obviously.
“Time’s been pretty rough on all of us, huh?” Well, maybe, Yoongi supposes. He doesn’t say anything. The man goes over the cash register in rehearsed, fatigued motions. “Four thousand won,” he says, and Yoongi digs in his jacket for the last hundred he’d been sure he’d seen before heading out.
He drops the coins unceremoniously on the counter, nodding in thanks and picks up the cigs.
“Careful kid, it’s getting dark!” Which is euphemism for don’t get killed, and yeah, the sun’s just barely peaking out and casting a pink glow on everything—way too fucking pretty for this world, if anyone ever asks Yoongi (they don’t). Red would fit better, blood splatters, passion. Raw, unbridled emotions.
One bite, and you’re done. Down.
“Yeah,” he says with his back to the closing door, hand raised in a two finger salute. He fiddles with the handle of his gun in the inside pocket of his jacket, a pretty shitty habit if Namjoon has any say, because “yah, hyung, you’re wearing out the grip, what the shit.”
Yeah, the vampires won’t know what’s hit them.
~
It hasn’t always been like this. Five years ago and Yoongi still remembers the way the kids at the park used to laugh when he passed them, because strange men with candy lessons be damned, he’d always have a treat and kids – smarter than a fuck ton of adults he knew – the kids knew that. Not exploitation but just, mutual symbiotic relationship maybe, since Yoongi would give them stuff to eat and they’d talk to him about their day.
Not like their parents had time or cared – if you had any influence and if you had any inkling what was good for you, you’d be out of Seoul by then. Preferably out of Korea, because you don’t wanna be caught up in the vampire epidemic or whatever.
“Hey, hyung, play with us!” the wide eyed boy says whenever Yoongi stops by, and Yoongi always ruffles his hair in turn.
“Hyung’s busy, maybe next time?”
Always a pout.
And always is supposed to be eternal and unchanging, but then the days wear on and grates until the day comes that the boy’s eyes find Yoongi’s, and there’s nothing to say in the haunted emptiness.
~
Tonight Yoongi doesn’t find trouble – trouble comes looking for him in the alley two down from the convenience store, as he’s walking back to his and Namjoon’s base. Honestly, it’s just an old apartment, but its location offers a lot better protection than some of the most high tech and expensive living quarters.
A pretty new one by the looks of its red eyes and how blood crazed it looks – it’s always the newborns that don’t understand the concept of getting drunk on too much and how dumb that makes you act. A drowned kitten unsheathing its claws, and an easy kill in one, two, three slashes of the dagger hidden in his boots.
Killing is mainly mindless, and for him, it’s grown to be clean too. Clean and an act of cleansing in this filth ridden world
A blessing and curse in and of itself.
There’s a reason they call him the Shadow, as dumb and unoriginal as the name may be.
~
Security’s a joke.
Twenty four seven personnel present and locked doors at night, they promise. Police station right around the corner. The world sounds like a horror movie but it’ll be alright, you’ll be alright, because we’ve got you and we have a plan and if the plan doesn’t work, there’s always the backup.
Yoongi’s mother lives in a high rise. The penthouse, because she listens to the news and they say that’s the safest.
Incidentally, she’s the only one who dies because the bellboy knows she’s wealthy and he had a starving eighty year old to provide for at home, so the choice really isn’t a choice.
The funniest thing is that she wasn’t even killed by a vamp.
~
Once when Yoongi had first started hunting, he comes across a turned child. Nothing special as far as the grand scheme goes, because children are the easiest to get and therefore the most often turned. A fawn in the face of a legion of undead stalking tigers, and what are they supposed to do anyway?
Some learn to run. This one didn’t, because she’s standing there with a gaping mouth and protruding red eyes, saliva running down her chin.
It’s different between shooting a child between the eyes in theory and actually pulling the trigger while standing in the middle of the hurricane.
Yoongi thinks she’s crying, only without the tears, because there’s a strange choppiness to her motion. She’s trembling and heaving something awful, and looks strangely at peace when Namjoon finally yells at him to just fucking do it.
Yoongi does.
(Yoongi doesn’t cry. He’s past it, but three months ago, yeah, he would’ve.)
The change robs some of the vampires mindless, that’s something Yoongi’s come to learn too. Usually the children too, because they don’t have the mental fortitude to get through something like that, and if they do, the story’s always a tragedy.
~
It’s just the way things are, and it’s a commonly accepted fact of life now – people these days tend to have less and less connections, and even less time to upkeep and uphold the few limited ones. Not a world of luxuries anymore, but now necessity and survival. Society still functions, and people still like pretty stuff.
Anything that moves and anything that’s shiny.
The thing that’s different is that you can never trust anyone too little.
~
Yoongi’s had important people too.
In second grade, he’s befriended Jung Hoseok. Always too bright and too energetic, except Yoongi grows to get used to it – this terrible human habit of adaptation – and then Hoseok’s out of his life in fifth, gone before the first snow of the year. Yoongi never hears from him again, and only learns from a mutual friend that Hoseok moved to America, where the vampire quarantine program was deemed a success, but really, Yoongi thinks, the difference is that the vampires are scared to show their face there.
In tenth grade, he meets Taehyung and Seokjin. Taehyung takes to him like fish to water, and in turn it’s hard not to let down his defenses again. Things will be different from the time with Hoseok, Yoongi thinks. Things will be different and it is, because this time it comes with Seokjin too, Taehyung's older brother of three years. Yoongi remembers summer nights over at their apartment and the sticky humidity that clung to their eyelashes and skin and tongues, but it also reminds Yoongi of humanity. Yoongi loses this too, in a year. It’s never long. The vampires really reared up that year, and that’s the first mark they left directly on Yoongi – Taehyung’s never found and Seokjin’s declared turned and to be killed on sight.
Yoongi doesn’t know what happens to them.
Yoongi doesn’t care to know, he tells himself. After all, ignorance is bliss.
~
There’s been a shit ton of change in society, but the status quo of now is this – vampires are all around you. They’re active at night and they feed to kill, or kill to feed. Same thing in everyone’s eyes, really.
Vampires are all around you, and for a hefty sum, you can hire people to kill them. Sometimes the government does the hiring, because you can’t have serial killers on the loose – bad for public moral and the whole nine yards.
Rogue vampire who killed your family? Cool, call the vampire hunters.
Essentially glorified mercenaries, and Yoongi’s one of the best, so maybe that’s what makes their friendship so confusing for anybody who doesn’t know.
(Hell, does Yoongi even really know?)
~
As far as first meetings go, this one’s pretty anticlimactic.
Dusk has just passed, and one thing Yoongi definitely does not fancy are hoards. This one isn’t terrible, and it’s not bad enough to warrant an emergency call to Namjoon, but you could say it was close. His bullets are running dangerously low, and Yoongi can always fall back to his blades but long range weapons are always better in these situations.
He does indeed run out with roughly four left, and taking them out with a knife is child’s play. Yoongi’s breathing hard, inspecting the blood splatters and rips in his black shirt – not that noticeable but there’s a few – when the feeling of being watched makes the hair at the back of his neck stand on end.
It’s much too still and quiet to be human. Humans don’t make Yoongi of all people feel hunted. When a boy steps out of the shadows, silver haired and fluid predatory pace, it should make Yoongi instantly on guard, but maybe it’s the eyes that hold him to his spot. They’re bright. They look, happy? To see Yoongi.
“So you’re the Shadow?”
Yoongi blinks slowly. It's not uncommon that people know his name, but most people don't know his face.
“And so you’re...?”
The boy smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents. The moon, the stars, the smile of celestial beings. He reminds Yoongi of a purity he hasn’t seen in a long time. “Jimin, nice to meet you. What’s your name, like, withholding the whole Shadow crap?”
“How did you find me?” he asks suspiciously, in turn. He’s not an easy person to track, he makes sure he doesn’t leave them specifically. Even Namjoon has trouble sometimes, when Yoongi doesn’t want to be found.
“I’ve heard of you, and I was curious what kind of person you’d be,” Jimin says, tilting his head. “You seem interesting enough.”
Yoongi stares at the boy for a long time, this odd antithesis of deadly but innocent. Probably not even that antithetical but still strange enough for Yoongi, who’s seen so many hardened and jaded figures that the softness of this boy is novel.
Plus, his eye smile’s cute.
Name one villain with a nice eye smile. Exactly. Yoongi rests his case.
“You know the convenience store down the road?” Yoongi gestures in the rough direction.
The boy who claims to be Jimin shakes his head.
“Well, come with me. My partner needs more lung cancer and I’ve been sent as the shuttle again, the fucker.”
They walk side by side – it’s nice to have a change of pace and not have to worry about lagging behind because Yoongi usually takes smaller steps than people like Namjoon. So what if he’s not vertically gifted? Jimin maintains a respectable distance, and in turn, Yoongi does the same.
~
“Let’s meet tomorrow again,” Jimin says, smile plastered. It’s fake yeah, but Yoongi doesn’t mind that much. He’s used to fake. Jimin might not be open, not yet, but Yoongi’s willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, probably because he hasn’t tried to kill Yoongi either when he had way too many chances to already.
“Sure, let’s.”
Yoongi doesn’t know Jimin well, and Jimin doesn’t know Yoongi. But the crinkle of Jimin’s smile puts Yoongi at ease and the curious glimmer of his eyes, of wanting to simply know and be there, is something Yoongi knows can’t be learned or taught.
Let’s meet, Jimin says.
So they do.
~
“Do you have an apartment?” Jimin asks one night, when Yoongi’s methodically wiping away the vampire blood from the surface of his blade on a vampire’s clothes. The government usually sends a sweeping crew to deal with the bodies soon anyway.
It’s this routine of theirs. Initially Jimin first shows up to the spot they first met each other, until eventually it gets too annoying to go pick up Jimin and then hunt, so Yoongi just tells Jimin where to find him the next night. Jimin surprisingly doesn’t ask a lot of questions about the hunting, which Yoongi would have anticipated, more often than not sticking behind and just calmly watching.
He makes the snide observation here and there, but it’s cute so Yoongi will let that slide.
Yoongi hums. “Yeah, usually people do, why?”
The response is a sing-song, “Oh, no reason really.” Jimin walks around until he’s facing Yoongi squarely, and Yoongi finishes wiping the blade down before glancing up briefly. Jimin gestures for Yoongi to pass him the other one, and Yoongi sends a short are-you-real glance, fully complete with the eyebrows, before grudgingly handing it over.
“I swear, this blade is worth more than your life probably.”
Jimin goes about the cleaning with practiced fluidity. “Why do you use these when I’ve seen you use guns the first time?” Smoothly evading the question, huh, except not that smooth. Yoongi’s seen better from Jimin, he’s disappointed.
“Bullets cost an arm and leg. I mean I’d love to use it every night, but I only have two of each of those fuckers, sadly.”
“I wonder why,” Jimin says snidely.
Yoongi flips him off.
There’s a pregnant pause.
“Could I stay at your place?” Jimin asks, when he finishes up the blade he’d been working on, and places it hilt first into Yoongi’s hand. His fingers brush Yoongi’s before he withdraws. “I’m a little too far away from my place tonight, I think.”
It is a bit of a different area than Yoongi usually hunts in. “Sure,” he says, and wonders belatedly if it’s weird that he only thinks of the implications after, of whether it’s weird that Jimin would ask a friend of one week – a virtual stranger – if he could stay over. Jimin’s genuine in a way Yoongi hasn’t had the fortune of seeing in years though, and there’s this sense of ease in their interactions. Maybe that’s why. “Uh, why not, I guess?”
Jimin smiles, beatific, bright as the sun, and Yoongi sighs, leading the way.
~
Jimin sleeps like the dead.
Yoongi sleeps on the couch while Jimin takes the bed, because look, before his mom passed away, she had taught him how to be a good host, the art of hospitality.
Yoongi sleeps four hours and leaves a note behind when he leaves:
Out for part time food in the fridge take whatev u want
Jimin leaves the apartment untouched except for a short ‘thanks <3’ tacked on the bottom of Yoongi’s note.
~
Yoongi and Namjoon have a nest sweeping mission with their small team of two rookies in the middle of the month. Theoretically nothing that difficult, and he mentions this in passing to Jimin two nights before he’s set to leave.
“Use the back entrance,” Jimin says, after a long, long second, staring at Yoongi in this inscrutable way of his, eyes boring into his skull and past. Yoongi wants to ask why.
Jimin lets out a shuddering breath, looking contemplative. “I mean, isn’t it always a good idea to ambush your enemies?” Jimin laughs in embarrassment to himself. “And uh, in all the movies it’s never a good idea to barge into a warehouse unless you’re the hero or something,” he says with a slight cough.
It brings Yoongi up short. Did Jimin just compare Yoongi’s life to a… movie? “We’ll see,” he says with a quirk of his lips. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
And later, when Yoongi’s changing into his gear, trying to meld himself in the night, so black, Jimin’s voice comes back to haunt. It doesn’t make sense - why Jimin says use the back entrance when the front does just as fine, and it’s not like Yoongi can’t handle barging into a nest head first anyway, because he’s equipped with area weapons and bombs for that exact reason. With Namjoon there beside him, they’re basically two living death gods - untouchable. They’re more than capable of protecting two extra bodies on top of their own.
“They’ve been kinda quiet for the last few days which is a bit weird. Probably nothing though, honestly, we’ll go through the front on three,” Namjoon murmurs in Yoongi’s earpiece, the static crackling in protest. The signal is given, and as far as hunts go, Yoongi’s blood has never felt this slick or cold.
Wait, he almost says. Wait, Jimin told me not to.
“On three,” Yoongi says instead.
~
They pay. Oh, they pay in blood. There is an average of one and a half gallons of blood in the human body, and two bodies plus whatever Yoongi and Namjoon lose makes it seem like an ocean - bottomless and only widening on the floor. Yoongi stumbles away from the gaping chasm on red, opening like a mouth towards him, ready to swallow them whole.
“Fuck, f-ugh. Trap.” Namjoon hisses, his back pressed to Yoongi’s. Yoongi snorts, and the effort makes his whole body jerk in pain. Bad move. He wastes no time to unload a clip of rounds in the brain of a vamp who must have a death wish, since the vamp comes at him alone.
Use the back, Jimin had advised, and that makes more sense in this context since as soon as their group had set foot in the nest, a group of near two dozen rushing out to meet them. Nests tend to be half a dozen to a dozen at most, and how they’ve been lying in waiting tells Yoongi all he needs to know - exactly what Captain Obvious has stated back there.
Yoongi makes it back to his apartment in no more than one piece thankfully, but there’s blood caking his hands and his black t-shirt feels much too warm and wet to be just sweat.
~
He’s out for a week because of it. Namjoon makes Yoongi get it checked out at the hospital, because “just in case, hyung!”
Jimin drops by his house on the fifth night, looking faintly green as he gnaws his lip when Yoongi opens the door. Jimin’s eyes go impossibly wide. “Yoongi-hyung!” and then his arms are locked around Yoongi.
“Mercy,” Yoongi’s ribs scream, and apparently Jimin hears the manly yelp of pain because he lets go immediately, looking properly chastised.
“Where were you?” Jimin demands, puffing up until Yoongi feels like Jimin’s bigger - there’s something about his aura - except that’s ridiculous, he’s taller than Jimin.
“Went through the front door,” Yoongi mutters sullenly, because is it weird he knows by now how Jimin would react? A raised eyebrow and an exasperate sigh no doubt, and Yoongi’s not disappointed. What’s surprising is the hardness in Jimin’s eyes, and the way his fists clench just so minutely, because the whole time Yoongi’s known him, Jimin has been nothing but gentle.
“Jimin?”
Jimin shakes his head. “It’s nothing.”
~
Yoongi doesn’t see Jimin the next night. Nor the night after that, and after that. It’s vexing - Yoongi shouldn’t even miss him that much, it’s not like he knows who Jimin really is (what if it’s not even his real name?), and it’s not like Jimin really gets him, although sometimes Yoongi feels like he could, and he has, in the comfortable silences of early morning after they come back from a hunt.
Yoongi doesn’t see Jimin for almost a month. It’s not empty, he tells himself. His apartment’s not empty and he’s not waiting for another shadow to materialize next to his on his nightly patrols.
~
With Jimin gone, it gives Yoongi some time to reevaluate on other places he’s standing in. Namjoon contacts him frequently, always on the search for the coven that had taken the lives of their two youngest.
“Nothing?” Namjoon would always ask.
Yoongi always shakes his head.
One night Namjoon drops by with a folder.
“Something?” Yoongi asks.
Wordlessly, Namjoon hands him the glossy photograph with clammy hands.
The coven - Yoongi can recognize the faded blond dye of the coven leader’s hair anywhere - lying disfigured on the ground, not a hint of blood on the scene. It all looks too clean, too surreal - the two dozen vamps just lying haphazardly on the ground, limbs contorted in their death throes like broken marionettes.
“It’s the work of an ancient, isn’t it?” Yoongi asks slowly. He looks over at Namjoon for confirmation - only ancients could cause that kind of telekinetic damage, this utter effortless mess.
~
In appearance the ancients and the ordinary vamps looked pretty similar. Both inhumanely graceful and almost eerily elegant? Not so much beautiful - that’s a human misconception. Your beauty doesn’t change, and your five senses remain the same, but the animal reflex is much more evident in every move and every step they make. Humanity is something learned though, so it is the ancients that usually more easily pass off as human.
Once a vampire passes the grand age of five hundred years, that’s when they start awakening extra powers - be it elemental control or telepathy or telekinesis.
The difference is the eyes. Knowledge of the world, and sight of terrible things always leave a stain.
~
Yoongi’s had his fair share of important people.
He usually knows after it’s over - a crushing sense of something missing by his side and a yearning for yesterday, except you don’t ever realize that when they’re still here.
Yoongi’s had his fair share of important people. His newest one might be Jimin.
(He doesn’t even know his last name, Yoongi thinks with an ugly laugh.)
~
Yoongi made a grave for the first kill he’s ever had to make.
The memory’s still seared into his brain:
The boy looks roughly the same age as him, hair dyed what should have been a blonde except its red, redder and darker than the fresh blood that lies in the carnage he sits in. It drips in rivers and greedy fingers off of his bangs and it gets into his eyes until he’s scrubbing at them furiously while Yoongi just stares.
Yoongi should be terrified. Should be shaking in his boots or pissing his pants, but there’s only a numbness that comes when the boy looks up and Yoongi looks down and in that moment, the connection rings true. The boy puts up no struggle.
The boy sits in the very essence of the only family he’s ever known, in the still warm blood of those he’s wronged. It’s Yoongi’s job to spill more blood to atone for that already lost, and the irony catches up to him only after he’s finished giving the boy an impromptu burial in the backyard of the building.
He finds a wallet on the couch of the family before he leaves. Jeon something something, it’s ripped beyond repair in the struggle that ensued whenever the scene took place. Poor kid, Yoongi thinks, places the wallet on the grave before he leaves.
How strange the bodies of the vampires don’t leave and dissolve into dust like they used to in the movies Yoongi used to watch as a kid, where the righteous hunter stakes them in the chest and they crumble away like dust. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Sometimes Yoongi goes back to visit the kid. Likes to think that if the circumstances were different, maybe they could have been friends. If Yoongi had arrived a few hours earlier, heck, maybe they could have been.
~
It’s there that Yoongi finds Jimin again.
Yoongi’s learned over the weeks that a lot of things with Jimin really shouldn’t be questioned, but this is a new level of strange – this apartment’s abandoned now, and no one should know about the grave except for him.
Jimin’s standing with his back to the doorway in the backyard when Yoongi arrives, and Yoongi does a doubletake. It can’t possibly be, except it - it is?
Jimin doesn’t move, and for a moment all Yoongi can hear is his own breaths sawing in and out of his lungs, breaking his heart and his head apart.
“You knew Jeonggukie?” Jimin asks. Yoongi shakes his head. He’s never heard of a Jeonggukie, or Jeongguk. Jimin turns around slowly, and Yoongi belatedly realizes he can’t see him like that.
“I haven’t. Why’re you here, Jimin?”
Jimin stares down at the grave motionlessly. Behind Yoongi, the door to the apartment slams shut, except there’s no wind in the corridor. “All vampires have a maker-child bond.”
Yoongi sees this train wreck happening, derailing in slow motion. “Meaning?”
“I bit him.” And Yoongi’s world cracks – not shatters, because in periphery, he’s seen this happening. He just never questioned it.
~
“Why are you here? Why did you find me?”
Jimin shrugs helplessly. He’s sitting on the couch reclined, but Yoongi can see how tense he is, muscles coiled and ready to spring. “I was going to hunt that night and then you showed up and you were more fun to talk to then to eat,” he says miserably.
“Fun?” Yoongi echoes incredulously, the fury clawing and grappling to close its fist around his heart. “Oh, so you saw me and thought you’d have fun with me?” Jimin chokes out a flustered no. “Then what am I supposed to believe?”
“If I’d wanted to have fun, I wouldn’t have gone so far to help you!” Jimin says through his teeth, eyes boring into Yoongi’s desperately.
Yoongi sneers. “Help me?” he spits. He’s not sure where he’s finding all the rancor from, but the nest comes back and then all the friends who he’s lost to the vamps - as if Jimin wanting to help suddenly makes it better, as if Jimin wanting to help will make them come back to life.
Jimin springs to his feet, eyes burning. “See if I flush out a coven for you next time! Wh-why are you being such an idiot?”
Flushing out a coven. Yoongi’s blood freezes in his veins. Flushing out a coven, that feeling of nausea as the broken marionette shapes of the coven members flash before his eyes and the twisted (still warm) bodies of his fallen rookies. Ancient, he’d thought.
He wasn’t wrong, was he? He wants to laugh - that’s right, Jimin had been gone after Yoongi had come back -
“That was you?” comes out of his mouth unbidden, and Jimin goes uncharacteristically still. Yoongi shakes his head. “I hunt vampires for a living, and. I don’t get it. How come you, of all people decided to tag along?”
“You were nice to me,” Jimin says lowly at last, looking at the tiled floor.
~
“How old are you?” Yoongi asks the next time Jimin shows up at his apartment. It’s surprisingly tensionless for how conflicted Yoongi feels on the inside – this constant turmoil of whether Jimin is still Jimin if he’s definitely a vampire, but isn’t Jimin still ultimately Jimin?
It’s not like he was hiding anything on purpose. They just technically never mentioned or cleared it up.
Jimin shrugs, as if light, carefree. A little forced though, Yoongi thinks. “A thousand? Two? I’m not too sure anymore.”
“Wait, you’re – you’re telling me you’re an ancestor?” His head’s spinning – he’d honestly thought Jimin was younger than him, not, whatever the fuck this was.
Well, the door. That’s makes sense then.
“I’m physically 19,” Jimin supplies eyes lit up hopefully.
Yoongi stares, and stares. This anticipation and this light, all this expectation in the world just waiting for him in this one moment. He’s not sure what to think – of what this implies for the Jimin he’d brought into this very same space all those weeks ago. They’re still the same person, shouldn’t they be?
He sighs.
“I guess you should call me hyung then.”
~
Nothing much changes, with Yoongi and Jimin, Jimin and Yoongi. Still the Shadow the the Ancestor, the Ancestor and the Shadow, but something more too.
~
“Where do you keep getting these anonymous tips from?” Namjoon asks on afternoon, smoke drifting up from his cigarette and whisked away by the wind. A secret held dear - he’d never liked smoking, but then the stress makes the best of them hypocrites.
Yoongi snorts. They’re not very anonymous honestly, but he had taken care to call them tips from a “very helpful friend.” Jimin had snorted too, quite a lot less elegantly than Yoongi when he first heard Yoongi say that.
“You wanna meet him?”
Namjoon does a double take. “Wait, really?” Namjoon looks over skeptically. “I thought there’s a reason you kept the person anonymous.”
“I’ll ask Jiminie,” Yoongi only says in turn, the name somehow jumbling over his tongue and coming out all too affectionate. Maybe it was meant to be that way, he thinks wryly. He smiles at Namjoon sweetly. “I’ll put in a positive word for you, don’t you worry.”
~
It’s Sunday. It’s a sunny day outside, and the birds are chirping. Jimin’s curled up in Yoongi’s bed, while Yoongi as the owner himself sits at the foot and works on cleaning his gun.
“When’s your next hunt?” Jimin says, fighting a yawn as soon as the words are out.
“In three days,” Yoongi says. “Namjoon’s gonna be there.”
“Can I go too?”
There’s a million ways it can go wrong. There’s a million reasons Yoongi shouldn’t be saying yes, but then there’s Jimin’s hopeful gaze and since when has Yoongi been able to say no anyway?
He sighs. “Whatever,” and gives in to the urge to ruffle Jimin’s hair when Jimin practically bounces in his seat. Bounces in his sleep?
Whatever.
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~
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(Yoongi drops by with Jimin in tow three days later, and Namjoon inhales his coffee through his nose, which results in Yoongi awkwardly trying to pat his back while Namjoon coughs and also tries to climb up a wall.
“Holy shit, holy shit, fuck fuck fuck. Yoongi, why’s there a vamp in here, what the actual fucking hell.”
“I know,” Yoongi says, finally coaxing Namjoon back beside his desk and after making sure he won’t do anything like reaching for a weapon, Yoongi goes and collapses in his chair. He tries not to sound smug when Jimin shrugs and goes over to drape himself over Yoongi’s shoulder. “This is Jimin, I told you I’d let you meet him sometime.”
“He’s an ancient!” Namjoon says, still sounding shell shocked. “When did you become friends with what might as well be one of the leaders of the vamps?”
“I know, I kno--” Yoongi pauses. “How’d you know? I didn’t until Jimin told me.”
“It’s all in the files, dude, his picture’s in there. You told me you read it!”
“Oops?”)