PART THREE: I COULD KILL YOU
Weeks passed.
Then months.
The apartment stopped feeling like Taehyung's
It became theirs.
Jungkook's hoodies appeared on the couch.
Taehyung's books ended up beside Jungkook's laundry.
There were two toothbrushes in the bathroom.
Two mugs in the kitchen.
Two sets of footsteps upstairs.
And one ridiculously annoying dragon.
"Taehyung."
"What?"
"Look."
"No."
"Look."
"I'm busy."
Jungkook leaned over his shoulder.
"Look."
Taehyung sighed.
"What?"
Jungkook smiled.
"I learned how to fold my wings."
"Congratulations."
"You're supposed to be impressed."
"I'm not."
Jungkook wrapped both wings around him.
Taehyung sighed.
"You're using those as weapons now."
"They're emotional support wings."
"They're emotional assault wings."
Jungkook laughed.
Then noticed the pills on the table.
Small. Black. Wrapped in plastic.
"What are those?"
Taehyung went quiet.
"My medication."
Jungkook looked at the bottle.
"Blood pills?"
Taehyung stared at him.
"You know what I am."
"I figured it out."
"How?"
"You're cold. You don't eat normal food. You never go outside. Your eyes change when you're hungry."
Jungkook smiled.
"And you have fangs."
Taehyung sighed.
"I thought I was hiding it."
"You were."
Jungkook picked up the bottle.
"Do they work?"
"Enough."
"Enough?"
"They keep me alive."
Jungkook looked at him.
"Do you need blood?"
Taehyung's expression changed.
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't offer."
"I wasn't-"
"You were."
Jungkook went quiet. Taehyung looked away.
"You don't understand."
"Then explain."
"When I'm hungry..."
He swallowed.
"I stop thinking."
Jungkook slowly held out his wrist.
Taehyung immediately stood.
"No."
"Just try."
"No."
"My blood is different."
"Jungkook."
"Dragon blood."
Taehyung backed away.
"I could kill you."
Jungkook's voice softened.
"You won't."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"How?"
Jungkook smiled sadly.
"Because you love me."
Taehyung went completely still.
The room became silent.
Jungkook realized what he'd said.
"Oh."
Taehyung looked at him. His voice broke.
"That's exactly why I could kill you."
Jungkook stepped closer. Then kissed his forehead.
"Then love me enough not to."
Taehyung closed his eyes.
His hands trembled.
But he never bit him. Not once.
Instead, he stopped taking the pills.
Because somehow... Jungkook's warmth was enough.
