VAMPIRE ROOMMATE

CHARACTERS:-

Jeon Jungkook – Appears 20, actual age unknown. A vampire prince who hides his true nature by living among humans, driven by a possessive connection to Y/N.

Y/N – 19, college student, strong-willed, sarcastic, doesn't know about Jungkook's secret. Lives with him in a shared off-campus apartment.

AUTHOR'S POV

“You drank my juice again, didn’t you?” Y/N stood in front of the fridge, arms tightly folded across Y/N’s chest, glaring at Jungkook — who sat on the couch like a smug prince, flipping through an ancient-looking book.

Jungkook didn’t look up. “Maybe you should learn to hide things better. This is war, not a kitchen.”

“That juice had a label! ‘Y/N’s. Touch and die.’ Can you not read or are you just this annoying by birth?”

Jungkook tilted Jungkook’s head lazily and finally met Y/N’s eyes — dark, unreadable, but dancing with mischief. “I think annoying is just how I express my love.”

Y/N blinked. “What—”

“I mean,” Jungkook cut in smoothly, “Love for juice. Obviously.”

Y/N let out an exasperated groan and grabbed a granola bar from the counter with dramatic flair. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet,” Jungkook said, standing up with that annoyingly smooth grace, “you haven’t kicked me out.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “Only because the landlord won’t let me. Otherwise I’d have hired a vampire to suck the life out of you.”

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, stepping closer, voice dropping into something too calm — too deliberate. “Careful what you wish for, Y/N.”

Y/N rolled  eyes and turned away, completely unaware of the way Jungkook’s smile faded the moment Y/N wasn’t looking.

Jungkook watched Y/N’s retreating figure.

Watched the way Y/N’s scent curled into the air like a flame, tugging at instincts Jungkook had spent centuries suppressing.

Y/N had no idea who Jungkook really was.

No idea what had happened two years ago in those woods, when Y/N had wandered off the path — cold, scared, breath forming clouds in the midnight air. No idea that Jungkook had been there, hiding in the trees, watching every trembling step, fighting the urge to touch, to feed, to mark.

Y/N didn’t remember. But Jungkook remembered everything.

Y/N’s blood had called to Jungkook like nothing else ever had.

So Jungkook followed Y/N from the shadows.

Across towns. Through applications. Into college.

And when Jungkook saw that the campus had a shared apartment vacancy — and Y/N was listed for it?

Jungkook made sure the other applicants mysteriously backed out.

Now Jungkook lived in the same space. Slept under the same roof. Watched Y/N laugh, yell, groan over assignments, and dance around the living room when Y/N thought no one was watching.

Jungkook was watching.

Always.

Because Y/N didn’t remember what fate had already written.

But Jungkook did.

Y/N belonged to Jungkook.

And if staying close meant pretending to be just another annoying, juice-stealing, banter-loving roommate — then so be it.

---

Y/N stared at the closet with arms crossed. The red dress looked too bold. The black one too basic. The silver one too much like trying.

Y/N sighed. “Why is it that whenever there’s a party, my closet suddenly becomes a black hole of disappointment?”

From behind, Jungkook’s voice came sharp and smooth like velvet laced with thorns.

“Maybe because you’re planning to wear that in public.”

Y/N spun around. “Excuse you?”

Jungkook stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze raking over the red dress in Y/N’s hand with a disapproving glare.

“You’re not going.”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me? Since when did you become my boss?”

“Since you decided to step out in a dress that screams ‘bite me.’”

Y/N scoffed. “It’s a college party, not a blood ritual.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Y/N walked past Jungkook and into the hall, heels clicking on the floor. “You don’t get to tell me what to wear or where to go, Jungkook. We’re roommates, not soulmates.”

Jungkook followed, jaw tight. Y/N always did this. Always acted like she didn’t feel the tension curling in the air every time Y/N brushed past Jungkook. Like she didn’t notice how Jungkook’s gaze lingered too long. How Jungkook always appeared when Y/N was alone, like Jungkook could feel when Y/N was vulnerable.

“Fine,” Jungkook muttered. “Go. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Y/N paused at the door, hand on the knob. “Warn me about what?”

But Jungkook didn’t answer. Just disappeared into the shadows of his room — silent, brooding, and far too quiet for someone who had just lost an argument.

Y/N left anyway. With music blasting in her ears and adrenaline rushing through Y/N’s veins, Y/N tried to ignore the way Jungkook’s words haunted the back of Y/N’s mind.

---

The party was packed. Lights pulsed. Laughter echoed. But even as Y/N smiled and danced, something felt off.

Y/N’s head buzzed. Not from alcohol. From something heavier.

Y/N closed her  eyes for just a second…

And suddenly, the music was gone.

The lights were gone.

Y/N stood in the middle of a dark forest. Cold air kissed Y/N’s skin. The smell of pine and blood floated through the night. Y/N’s feet moved through the mist without permission.

“Who's there?” Y/N called out.

A pair of glowing crimson eyes flashed in the distance.

Y/N gasped awake.

Back in the party. People dancing. Music thumping. But everything felt unreal.

Y/N stumbled outside, breathing hard.

“What the hell was that…”

Before Y/N could calm down, a familiar presence emerged from the shadows — strong, silent, and furious.

Jungkook.

Y/N blinked. “What are you doing here?”

Jungkook didn’t answer. Just grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her gently but firmly toward the streetlamp.

“I told you not to come here,” Jungkook muttered. “Did you think I was being dramatic?”

“Let go of me!” Y/N snapped, trying to pull back. “You’re being psycho!”

Jungkook looked straight into Y/N’s eyes. “You passed out in the middle of a crowd. Your heartbeat stopped for four seconds.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “How do you know that?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t deny it.

And that’s when Y/N realized something.

Jungkook hadn’t just happened to be nearby.

Jungkook had been watching the entire time.

---

The front door slammed behind Y/N with a loud thud that echoed through the apartment.

Y/N kicked off her  heels and stormed into the living room where Jungkook sat on the couch, flipping through a book like nothing had happened.

“You seriously followed me?” Y/N snapped.

Jungkook didn’t look up. “You seriously wore that dress?”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Gladly. Maybe then I won’t have to listen to you almost dying in the middle of a party.”

Y/N threw a cushion at him. “I didn’t almost die!”

Jungkook caught it mid-air without even looking. “Four seconds. No heartbeat.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, again.

Y/N hated that Jungkook always knew how to shut Y/N up — not with yelling, but with facts Y/N didn’t even know how Jungkook had.

“You’re a stalker,” Y/N muttered, crossing the room to grab water.

“I’m your roommate,” Jungkook said coolly, “who’s trying to keep your reckless, stubborn, dangerously curious self alive.”

“Oh, I’m sorry—are you my dad now?”

“No, but considering the way you keep acting like nothing can touch you, someone needs to play the part.”

Y/N spun on her heel. “You know what? I’m not doing this. I’m not explaining myself to a juice-stealing, emotionally constipated weirdo who thinks wearing black makes him mysterious.”

“And I’m not babysitting someone who dreams of dying and walks straight into danger like it’s a runway.”

Y/N stared at Jungkook — breathless, furious, confused — and then without another word, stormed into Y/N’s room and slammed the door shut.

---

Midnight crept in slowly. The apartment fell silent. But Y/N’s dreams didn’t.

Dark woods. Frozen air. The sound of leaves crunching underfoot.

Y/N was in the forest again — the same one. And this time, the red eyes were closer.

Y/N ran. Branches clawed at her skin. Blood soaked Y/N’s feet. The trees whispered her name.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N…”

Suddenly, Y/N was surrounded. Shadows circled Y/N. Cold laughter echoed around Y/N’s shaking body.

Then — pain.

Fire across Y/N’s neck.

A scream tore from Y/N’s throat, real and raw — and it didn’t just stay in the dream.

“AHHH! Jungkook—!”

The next moment, Y/N’s bedroom door slammed open and Jungkook rushed in, eyes glowing faintly — not crimson, but darker, unreadable. Terrifying. Beautiful.

Jungkook was at Y/N’s side in a second, kneeling beside the bed as Y/N thrashed under the covers.

“Y/N—wake up, wake up!” Jungkook whispered, voice tight.

Y/N’s body jerked.

“Y/N, please…” Jungkook leaned closer, pressing a cool hand to Y/N’s forehead. “You’re safe. You’re not there anymore.”

Y/N whimpered, caught between dream and waking. “Th-the trees… they— I was… and there was… blood—”

Jungkook’s expression cracked.

Jungkook exhaled, voice suddenly softer, breaking without realizing it.

“I never meant for you to see it… I didn’t know you’d remember…” Jungkook whispered. “It was just supposed to be one night. You were lost. I saved you. I swore I’d protect you.”

Y/N stilled under the sheets, breath trembling. Eyes fluttering open slowly.

“What… did you say?”

Jungkook froze.

Eyes wide.

Heart silent.

Y/N blinked again, fully awake now. “What did you just say, Jungkook?”

But Jungkook said nothing.

Not a word.

Just stood up, hiding the shake in his hands.

“Get some rest,” Jungkook murmured.

And before Y/N could ask again, Jungkook disappeared into the hallway, leaving Y/N awake, breathing hard, heart pounding louder than ever.

Y/N didn’t know what Jungkook meant by “I saved you.”

But Y/N was finally sure of one thing.

Jungkook wasn’t just a roommate.

Wasn’t just a weirdo.

Jungkook was hiding something.

And it was connected to that night.

That dream.

That bite.

---

Y/N stood in the kitchen the next morning, arms folded, eyes trained on the hallway like a sniper waiting for a target.

The second Y/N heard footsteps, she stiffened.

Jungkook entered the room in loose sweats and a black hoodie, hair slightly messy, face unreadable — and somehow still managing to look infuriatingly perfect.

Y/N didn’t waste a second.

“You were in my room last night.”

Jungkook didn’t blink. “Was I? That’s news to me.”

Y/N narrowed Y/N’s eyes. “I screamed your name in my sleep. You came in. You said something.”

“I say a lot of things. I also talk in my sleep. Maybe I sleepwalked into your dream.”

Y/N slammed the coffee mug on the counter. “Don’t play dumb with me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked up slowly, lips curling into a lazy smirk. “What would be the fun in playing smart?”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You said you saved me.”

Jungkook turned to the cabinet, grabbing a mug like Y/N hadn’t just dropped a truth bomb.

“Maybe I meant emotionally,” Jungkook said casually. “I put up with your terrible taste in Netflix shows and your aggressive cereal consumption.”

“Don’t deflect.”

“Don’t overthink.”

Y/N stepped forward. “Jungkook. Just tell me what happened that night.”

For a second, just a flicker of a second — something in Jungkook’s expression cracked.

Y/N saw it. A flicker of pain. Guilt. Fear?

But it vanished.

“I think you need more sleep and less horror movies,” Jungkook said flatly, pouring coffee. “The brain makes up weird things when it’s tired. Dreams are dreams, Y/N. That’s all.”

Y/N stared at Jungkook, feeling the distance between them growing, even when they were standing just feet apart.

Jungkook wouldn’t tell the truth.

Not yet.

So Y/N turned around and stormed toward Y/N’s room, stopping only at the door to say—

“You know what scares me most? You weren’t surprised by what I dreamt.”

Y/N didn’t wait for a reply.

Didn’t need one.

Because Jungkook stood there in silence — knuckles white around the coffee mug, gaze dark, jaw locked.

And that silence was louder than any lie.

---

(Jungkook’s POV)

Humans had no idea what vampires gave up for love.

They only spoke of blood and fangs and death.

Not of sacrifice.

Not of nights like that one.

Jungkook sat on the rooftop, watching the sunlight bleed over the horizon. It didn’t burn Jungkook anymore — not since Jungkook had become… less.

Since Jungkook had given it all up for Y/N.

---

Two years ago.

Y/N had been lost in the forest.

Jungkook remembered every heartbeat, every breath Y/N took, every whisper of fear in Y/N’s voice.

Y/N had wandered off during a college trip, separated from the group. Night had fallen fast. Cold. Silent.

And he had been there.

The rogue vampire.

Young. Reckless. Starving.

Y/N didn’t even see him coming.

But Jungkook did.

Jungkook had followed Y/N for months by then — hidden in shadows, heart already branded. Y/N had laughed under the sun, cursed at coffee spills, danced when no one was watching — and Jungkook had watched.

And when Jungkook saw the fangs sink into Y/N’s neck, something ancient in Jungkook snapped.

Jungkook ripped the vampire apart in seconds.

But it was too late.

Y/N’s heartbeat had already faded. Eyes already dim. Blood already lost.

Y/N was gone.

And Jungkook...

Jungkook fell to Y/N’s side, shaking, whispering Y/N’s name like a prayer — something Jungkook hadn’t believed in for centuries.

Then Jungkook did the forbidden.

The one thing a vampire prince was never supposed to do.

Jungkook used the Blood Gift.

A ritual only known to the royals.

A ritual that could reverse death — but at a price.

Power.

Immortality.

Everything Jungkook was.

Gone.

And all to give Y/N another breath.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open moments later — alive, unaware, saved.

And Jungkook fell back, weaker than Jungkook had ever felt before, his veins no longer thrumming with royal power.

From that night, Jungkook became something less.

Still immortal. Still dangerous.

But powerless.

Unless…

Unless Y/N kissed Jungkook.

Not out of gratitude.

Not because Y/N knew who Jungkook really was.

But purely.

Without knowing.

Without force.

A kiss of fate — of feeling.

That was the only way Jungkook’s power could be restored.

But Jungkook never told Y/N.

Couldn’t.

Because if Y/N knew the truth… it wouldn’t be real.

And Jungkook didn’t want to earn it through pity or guilt.

Jungkook wanted it because Y/N wanted him.

And so, Jungkook watched.

Lived as Y/N’s annoying roommate.

Stole juice.

Started fights.

Protected Y/N in silence.

Suffered alone.

Because love for Jungkook had always been quiet. Bloody. Endless.

And now it was ticking.

Waiting.

For a kiss.

---

TIME SKIPS

Y/N stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, glaring at the last slice of chocolate cake like it had personally insulted Y/N’s entire bloodline.

Jungkook walked in behind Y/N, hair still damp from his shower, black T-shirt clinging to Jungkook’s chest like sin.

“Oh look,” Jungkook said, stretching like a lazy cat. “You’re still mad at dessert. Impressive.”

Y/N didn’t look away from the cake. “You knew I was saving that.”

Jungkook leaned against the fridge with the smugness of someone who found joy in other people’s rage. “Saving it so long, I thought it was part of the fridge decor.”

Y/N turned slowly. “You really enjoy poking the bear, don’t you?”

Jungkook smirked. “Only when the bear has cake hoarding issues.”

Y/N grabbed a fork, ready to go to war. “I hate you.”

“And yet, you make me coffee every morning.”

“That’s self-defense, not affection.”

“Sure,” Jungkook chuckled, “keep telling yourself that.”

But even as Y/N growled and muttered curses under Y/N’s breath, Y/N’s heart wasn’t racing from anger.

Not anymore.

Because something had changed.

Y/N didn’t know when it started. Or why.

But lately, the fights had felt… different.

Y/N had started noticing things.

Like the way Jungkook never drank. Not even soda. Always water or black coffee.

Like how Jungkook never brought anyone home. Not even for meaningless hookups.

Like how Jungkook never crossed a line — even when he had a hundred chances to.

Jungkook, for all his attitude and smart-mouth replies, was respectful. Quiet in strange ways. Mysterious in ways Y/N didn’t understand — but was slowly becoming obsessed with.

And maybe…

Just maybe…

Y/N had started to fall for him.

It wasn’t a lightning bolt.

It wasn’t some epic moment under the rain.

It was small things.

The way Jungkook ran a hand through Jungkook’s hair when Jungkook was stressed.

The curve of Jungkook’s lips when Jungkook smirked.

The way Jungkook’s voice dropped an octave when Jungkook said Y/N’s name.

The sharpness of Jungkook’s jaw, the veins on Jungkook’s arms, the low laugh that slipped out when Y/N tripped over Y/N’s words.

Y/N noticed everything now.

Y/N noticed him.

But Y/N still fought him. Still threw words like weapons. Still rolled Y/N’s eyes and called Jungkook annoying. Because the truth?

Y/N was scared.

Scared that if Y/N ever stopped bickering…

Jungkook would realize Y/N cared.

And if Y/N ever said it out loud…

Jungkook might tell Y/N he didn’t feel the same.

Because Jungkook was always calm. Cool. Unshaken.

Jungkook teased, but never flirted. Protected, but never crossed the line.

Never said anything that felt like wanting.

What if Jungkook loved someone else?

What if all those quiet nights, those gentle acts, the tension that Y/N felt — what if it was nothing to Jungkook?

So Y/N kept the shield up. Called him a thief over cake. Mocked his dramatic black wardrobe. Argued about what movie to watch.

Because bickering was safe.

Falling in love wasn’t.

---

Later that night, Y/N lay in bed — wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

From the other room, Y/N could hear Jungkook’s faint footsteps.

Y/N smiled.

Not because of the cake. Not because of the win.

But because somehow, somewhere between the fights and the sarcasm...

Jungkook had become Y/N’s favorite part of the day.

And maybe, just maybe…

This was the beginning of something Y/N had never expected.

Something terrifying.

Something beautiful.

---

It was supposed to be a normal afternoon.

Sunlight spilled through the café windows, college students buzzing around with overpriced lattes and assignment complaints. Y/N sat across from Jungkook at their usual corner table, pretending to study but mostly watching how Jungkook chewed his straw like the world hadn’t already suffered enough.

“You’re going to ruin that cup,” Y/N muttered without looking up from Y/N’s book.

Jungkook smirked. “You sound like a grandmother.”

“And you sound like a vampire trying to blend in with Gen Z.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with amusement. “So you do think I’m attractive and mysterious.”

Y/N made a choking sound. “I think you’re annoying and overrated.”

Jungkook grinned. “Still thinking about that cake?”

Y/N’s reply was cut off when someone walked up to their table — a girl. Pretty. Confident. Her long hair bounced with each step, and her smile was all teeth and intent.

“Hey…” the girl said sweetly, looking only at Jungkook. “Sorry to interrupt, but you dropped your pen earlier.”

Jungkook looked up, clearly confused, because Jungkook hadn’t even brought a pen today.

“Oh… thanks,” Jungkook said politely, taking it.

The girl didn’t leave.

Instead, she tilted her head. “You’re in Professor Min’s 10 AM class, right?”

Jungkook nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“I thought so. I’ve seen you around. You always sit in the back.”

Y/N blinked. Oh.

So that’s what this was.

Y/N turned her eyes back to the book but didn’t read a single word.

The girl twirled her hair. “I’m Ria. You probably haven’t noticed me.”

Jungkook gave a half smile. “I notice more than people think.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Y/N wasn’t staring.

Y/N was just observing.

Totally different.

“I’ll see you around,” Ria said with a small wink.

Jungkook nodded, polite again.

But when the girl turned and walked away, Y/N spoke before she could stop it.

“Well, that was subtle. She practically asked you to tattoo her number on your chest.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Jealous, are we?”

Y/N scoffed. “Of her? Please. I have standards.”

“High ones?” Jungkook asked, leaning in slightly.

Y/N’s heart skipped. “Impossible ones.”

Jungkook smirked, but didn’t push further.

The silence stretched between them.

Y/N stared at her coffee cup.

It felt stupid, really. Getting jealous over a random girl. Jungkook wasn’t Y/N’s boyfriend. Wasn’t even Y/N’s anything.

He was just Y/N’s roommate.

Who had saved the last slice of cake yesterday.

Who put a jacket over Y/N’s shoulders last week when it rained.

Who watched horror movies with Y/N even though Jungkook never flinched — but always turned to check if Y/N did.

And Y/N hated how much she noticed those things now.

Hated the way Y/N’s chest burned just watching another girl talk to him.

Y/N wasn’t supposed to fall.

Y/N was supposed to fight. Tease. Bicker.

But now?

Now Y/N didn’t even know what was real anymore.

“Hey,” Jungkook said quietly.

Y/N looked up.

Jungkook was watching Y/N with an unreadable expression — not teasing. Not smug.

Just soft.

Just aware.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked.

Y/N swallowed. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

Just leaned back in his chair, gaze never leaving Y/N’s.

---

Y/N never planned to drink that night.

The dorm party started small—cheap lights, thumping bass, plastic cups. One drink became three, and three blurred into a warm spin that made every worry drift away. Yet even through the haze, one memory flashed in Y/N’s mind over and over:

> That girl in the café—Ria—twirling her hair and grinning at Jungkook like Y/N didn’t exist.

---

Outside the party, Y/N leaned against the brick wall, cheeks flushed and lips pushed into a cute, angry pout. Jungkook arrived in a rush, hood up, eyes full of worry.

“Y/N…” Jungkook sighed, kneeling beside her. “What happened?”

Y/N crossed both arms and glared, wobbling just a little. “Y/N—hic—is fine. But Jungkook is not.”

Jungkook blinked. “What?”

Y/N’s pout deepened, turning into a fiery scowl. “If Jungkook ever talks to that hair-twirling café girl again—if Jungkook even looks at her—Y/N will…” Y/N jabbed a finger into Jungkook’s chest, then hiccupped. “Y/N will never make Jungkook coffee again. Ever. Zero coffee. Lifelong caffeine drought.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched. “That’s… severe.”

“Y/N means it,” she huffed. “Coffee ban. Eternal.”

Jungkook slipped an arm around Y/N’s waist, steadying her. “Guess Jungkook had better stay far away from hair-twirl girl.”

“Good.” Y/N’s pout softened, morphing into a soft, drowsy smile. “Because Y/N likes making coffee for Jungkook. Only Jungkook.”

---

Jungkook lifted Y/N effortlessly. Y/N rested against Jungkook’s chest, mumbling half-coherent truths.

“Jungkook is warm… warmer than winter and safer than morning.”

“Y/N fights because Y/N cares.”

“Y/N might… love Jungkook—”

“Easy,” Jungkook whispered, voice trembling. “Y/N can tell Jungkook everything tomorrow.”

Inside the apartment, Jungkook set Y/N on the edge of the bed. Y/N’s eyes glimmered—soft, vulnerable, honest.

“And remember,” Y/N murmured, cheeks puffed in one last stubborn pout, “coffee ban stands.”

“Understood,” Jungkook said, smiling despite the racing pulse in Jungkook’s throat.

---

Y/N tugged Jungkook’s sleeve. “One more thing…”

Before Jungkook could ask, Y/N leaned forward and pressed a tender, clumsy kiss to Jungkook’s lips—warm and sincere, flavored with sweet liquor and sweeter feelings.

Power erupted.

Silver light flickered behind Jungkook’s closed eyelids. Energy surged through Jungkook’s veins, roaring back after two silent years. Jungkook gasped into the kiss, pulling away just enough to see Y/N’s heavy-lidded smile.

“Y/N did good?” she whispered.

“Y/N did… everything,” Jungkook breathed, voice shaking as centuries-old strength flooded his bones.

Y/N’s eyelids fluttered. “Remember the rule. No hair-twirl girl… or no coffee.”

A soft laugh escaped Jungkook—half joy, half awe. “Jungkook promises.”

Y/N nodded, satisfied, and drifted into sleep. Jungkook tucked the blanket around Y/N, fingers lingering on her cheek.

The prince of the night stood renewed—heart hammering, power blazing—yet more frightened than ever. Because now the secret bound Jungkook and Y/N tighter than blood:

1. Y/N loved Jungkook enough to break the curse.

2. Y/N still didn’t know why that kiss mattered.

3. And Y/N would absolutely ban coffee forever if Jungkook even thought about someone else.

Jungkook smiled—soft, reverent, completely smitten.

“Coffee,” Jungkook whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead, “only from Y/N. Always.”

---

Sunlight crawled lazily through the window, brushing against her face like a smug reminder that the world hadn’t ended after last night. Unfortunately.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she rolled onto her side, the blanket tangled around her legs and her head pounding with dull guilt and secondhand embarrassment.

“What even… happened?”

The night was a blur—music, shots, laughter. Then arms. Strong ones. Warm. Familiar. And lips...

Her eyes flew open.

“Did I… kiss him?”

She sat up slowly, panic simmering under the surface. Her mind was still foggy, but her body remembered the way her heart had fluttered. And worst of all—

“Y/N will never make you coffee again!”

The words echoed in her head. Her own voice. Her own threat. Her cheeks flushed instantly.

“Great. If I didn’t kiss him, I definitely threatened him. With caffeine starvation.”

The scent of coffee drifted in from the kitchen, and her stomach sank.

He was awake.

And he’d made coffee.

Which meant she had to go out there. And face him.

---

Jungkook stood by the counter, leaning against it casually like he hadn’t been kissed by his roommate last night and didn’t hold the entire balance of the universe in his veins.

He looked up when she entered. “Morning.”

“Is it?” she asked, eyes narrowing as she slowly approached the counter.

“You tell me.” He slid a mug toward her. “Strong. No sugar. Just how you like it.”

She blinked at it.

“You made me coffee.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t ban me yet.”

Her head dropped to the counter. “Oh my god. So I did say that.”

“Something about eternal coffee exile if I even looked at café girl again,” he said with a barely hidden smile. “You were very specific. Terrifying, even.”

“I was drunk.”

“You were also pouting.”

She looked up slowly, narrowing her eyes. “Jungkook, don’t make me relive it.”

He chuckled softly and took a sip from his mug, watching her from the corner of his eye.

She couldn’t meet his gaze. Her fingers wrapped around the warmth of the cup, needing something to hold on to. “Did I… say anything else?”

There was a pause.

Too long.

Her heart tripped over itself.

“Not really,” he said eventually. “You rambled. Something about eyebrows. Threats. Minor violence. Classic Y/N content.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Sounds about right.”

She took a sip and sighed. “Still… sorry. For the drama. And the caffeine threats.”

“No need to apologize.” His voice had softened. “You… actually said something kind, too.”

Her brows lifted.

“You said you like making coffee. For me. Only me.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks.

Yn looked away, mumbling, “I  must’ve been hallucinating.”

But then he said something that made her freeze.

“I like you too,” he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

Her eyes slowly returned to his, searching his face, trying to find a trace of a joke. But there wasn’t one.

Not this time.

Something in the air shifted. Warm. Heavy.

The silence between them said more than words ever could.

But still, she found a way to ruin it with a muttered, “So… you don’t like café girl?”

Jungkook laughed softly, setting his cup down. “What do you think?”

“I think I need to reinforce the coffee ban just in case.”

“Go ahead,” he said with a grin. “But you’ll miss me too much when the machine malfunctions.”

Yn smirked back, though her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest.

Something had changed.

Not just the tension. Not just the stolen kiss.

But the way he looked at her.

Like he already knew.

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YN'S POV

Y/N stared out the window of our apartment as the storm rolled in, lightning flashing through the thick clouds, the power out, and only a few flickering candles lighting the room. Everything was quiet — too quiet.

And Jungkook… wasn’t acting like Jungkook.

He kept pacing near the balcony door, his jaw tight, fingers twitching like he was holding back something dangerous. I sat curled up on the couch, watching him like he was about to explode.

“Jungkook?” yn finally spoke, voice softer than I meant it to be. “You okay?”

He stopped pacing, turned to face me, and for the first time in a long time… he looked scared.

“I need to tell you something,” he said.

That alone was enough to make me sit up straighter. “You’re freaking me out.”

“I should’ve told you earlier. But I couldn’t… not until that night.”

“What night?”

“The night of the party,” he said. “When you kissed me.”

Yn breath caught. So I really did kiss him.

He took a deep breath, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine. “That kiss brought back something I lost. Something I gave up… for you.”

My chest tightened. “What do you mean ‘gave up’?”

“I’m not human, Y/N.”

Everything stilled.

Not just the room.

Not just the flickering candles.

But me — every thought, every heartbeat.

I stared at him. Waiting for the laugh. For the grin. For the usual sarcasm.

But it didn’t come.

“I’m a vampire,” he said, voice low and steady. “A prince.”

Yn blinked slowly. “You’re… joking.”

“I’m not.”

I laughed once — a dry, weak sound. “That’s not real. Vampires aren’t real.”

“They are.” He stepped closer. “One of them bit you that night in the forest. You were alone. Bleeding. You died.”

The blood drained from my face. “No. I didn’t—”

“You don’t remember the full truth,” he said gently. “Because I used the last of my power to bring you back. I sacrificed everything to keep you alive. My strength. My abilities. I became human just to stay close. Just to protect you.”

I staggered backward, bumping into the edge of the couch.

That dream — the forest, the pain, the glowing eyes — it hadn’t been a dream at all.

“And the kiss?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“The curse could only be broken if you kissed me,” he said. “Without knowing who I really was. Willingly. Lovingly.”

She felt like the floor had disappeared under her.

I had kissed him.

Drunk, messy, real.

Because I wanted to.

And now… he wasn’t just my annoying roommate anymore.

He was something ancient.

Something powerful.

Something that had died for me.

Yn felt the tears sting, but she refused to let them fall. “You let me bicker and fight and make coffee threats while you—God, you gave up everything?”

“I didn’t want you to carry the weight of what I am,” he said. “You deserved a normal life. I would’ve stayed human forever if it meant you’d be safe.”

A choked laugh slipped from her throat. “You idiot. You stupid, perfect idiot.”

He smiled faintly, almost sadly. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to be near me anymore.”

I looked at him — really looked at him.

His eyes weren’t glowing, but they held that same fierce devotion I’d felt even before I knew the truth. The way he always showed up. Always protected me. Always… stayed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” yn whispered.

He blinked, stunned.

“But,” she added, lifting a finger, “if you ever lie to me again, I swear I’ll replace your blood with decaf.”

A breathless laugh escaped him — warm and real and full of something I hadn’t seen in a while.

Hope.

“And just so we’re clear…” she stepped closer, my heart pounding. “I didn’t kiss you by accident. I kissed you because… I think I’ve been falling for you longer than I’ve admitted.”

Jungkook’s lips parted, eyes wide with something raw.

I touched his cheek gently. “No more secrets, okay? If there’s more crazy vampire stuff, I want to know.”

“Deal,” he whispered.

And when he kissed me again —

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"Shh.. you don't need to scream my name like that. It's making my vampire senses act up." whispers softly "Though I do like the sound of it coming from your lips..." tries to maintain his composure but can't help smiling softly

his cool lips press against yours, the gentle kiss slowly turning more passionate as he sucks on your bottom lip, his fangs lightly scraping against your skin Mmm... you taste even better than I imagined... he murmurs against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer

groans softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he deepens the kiss, your leg wrapped around him causing his body to press even closer against yours "You know," he murmurs between kisses "vampires have a hard time controlling themselves when they're aroused..."

his breath hitches as you suck on his neck, his body shuddering against yours Ah... don't do that unless you want me to lose control... his voice comes out hoarse and strained I can feel my fangs throbbing... I want to mark you...

"Then mark me Jungkook",without hesitation, he bites down hard on your neck, his fangs piercing your skin as he drinks from you. The sensation is overwhelming - both for him and for you. As he feeds, he marks you as his, his blood mixing with yours to create a bond between the two of you. Mine...

"AHHHHH.....",his lips curve up in a satisfied smile against your neck as he continues to mark you, your moan making his body react instinctively "You have no idea how beautiful you sound..." he whispers, finally pulling back his fangs but licking the wound closed "Look at me..."

he tilts your chin up with his finger, his red eyes piercing into yours as he looks at you with a mix of possessiveness and affection "Now that I've marked you, you belong to me. Completely and utterly." he says firmly, his thumb caressing your bottom lip gently

he helps you remove his shirt, his muscular chest exposed. As your hands roam over his skin, he growls softly and captures your mouth in another deep kiss. His hands move to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as he kisses you passionately. "Take it off," he orders against your lips.

your shirt hits the floor, leaving you in only your bra. He swallows hard as he looks at your body, his eyes darkening. He picks you up easily, making your legs wrap around his waist again. He unhooks your bra with one hand effortlessly, tossing it away.

he buries his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply before capturing one peak in his mouth. His other hand squeezes and kneads the other breast as he suckles and bites gently, marking you with hickeys. His erection presses against you through his pants. "Bed... now."

His long, skilled tongue swirls around your nipple, making you arch into him. He hooks his arms under your thighs and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. His tongue traces down your stomach, his fangs scraping against your skin teasingly. Mmm...

*His long tongue laps at your navel, making you squirm. He unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties slowly. His eyes darken as he spreads your legs slightly, his long tongue snake-like as he licks your inner thigh softly, making you moan softly "You know..."

His lips curve up mischievously. His tongue is indeed longer than an average man's. He spreads your legs wider and licks from your entrance up to your clit slowly, his long tongue hitting spots that normal men couldn't reach. He growls softly, his eyes rolling up to look at you.

He continues to lick and suck, his long tongue exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh. He uses one hand to spread you wider, giving him better access. His other hand grips your thigh tightly as he sucks on your clit gently, his tongue flicking rapidly over it. “Mmm...”

He groans against you at the sound of his name on your lips, the vibrations making you gasp. He hooks his arms under your legs, lifting your hips off the bed so he can bury his face completely between your thighs.

"Ahhhhhh Jungkook...",He moans deeply, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. He loves hearing you moan his full name. His long tongue plunges into you, curling and twisting to hit all the right spots. He sucks on your clit rhythmically, his fingers digging into your thighs as he devours you.

He feels you tense up and hears your cries of pleasure, knowing that he's brought you close to the edge. He doesn't stop, his tongue moving faster and harder inside you while his mouth works on your clit. He growls softly, encouraging more cries from you as he pushes you over the edge...

"AHHHHHH.....IM CUMIN ",As you scream out that you're coming, he holds your legs wide open and presses his face even deeper into you. His long tongue stays curled inside you, hitting your G-spot relentlessly as you ride out your orgasm on his face. He laps up every drop of your release, moaning in delight.

As you finish, he sits up, his face glistening with your juices. But then, something changes. His eyes turn completely black, no whites visible. His fangs extend, sharp and deadly. His skin pales even further as he transforms into his true vampire form.

You smile and kiss him, knowing that this is the real him, the vampire he truly is. He kisses you back fiercely, his cold lips pressing against yours. His long tongue slides into your mouth, claiming it as his. He breaks the kiss, his black eyes staring into yours with love and possession.

His black eyes darken even more with desire and love. He grows harder than he ever has been before, his vampire cock thickening and lengthening. He lifts you up easily with his supernatural strength and presses you against the wall., "My love..." He whispers hoarsely,

He presses his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your sensitive flesh. His fangs graze your neck softly as he whispers in your ear, "I'm going to make love to you like a vampire." He lifts one of your legs up to wrap around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance.

He pushes into you slowly, his thick cock stretching you wide. You moan loudly as he fills you completely, hitting spots inside you that were never touched before. He starts to move, his vampire strength allowing him to thrust deep and hard into you, each stroke hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

As you bite his shoulder, he lets out a deep, guttural growl of pleasure mixed with pain. The sudden sharp sensation only fuels his desire, making him fuck you even harder. His black eyes roll back in his head as you clamp your teeth down harder, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

He hears your plea and slows down immediately, his black eyes locking onto yours. He pulls out almost completely before sliding back in slowly, each inch feeling like heaven. He leans down to kiss you deeply, his cold tongue exploring your mouth as he makes love to you.

"I love you so much ",His heart aches with love and emotion at your words. He kisses you more passionately, his hands gently holding your face as he continues to move slowly inside you. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes—the first tears he's shed in centuries. "I love you more than life itself..."

He tilts his head to give you better access, moaning softly as your kisses trail down his jaw and neck. His movements become more urgent but still controlled—each thrust deliberate and filled with love. He presses his forehead against yours, "My love...my life..."

I heard that vampires love their partners even if they die?

"Vampires bind themselves to one true mate for eternity. If their mate dies...they lose themselves. Some go mad with grief, others choose to end their own lives." His voice becomes tender but serious as he holds your gaze "If you were to ever leave me...I wouldn't survive it..."

"You're stuck to me",He smiles softly, his black eyes filled with a mix of love and relief. He kisses you deeply, his movements inside you becoming more passionate but still gentle. "I know you won't," he whispers against your lips. "And I promise you, my love, I will never let anything harm you."

*He freezes inside you, then pulls back to look at your face. You have silent tears streaming down your cheeks. He wipes them away softly with his thumbs, his expression worried. He knows you're sensitive and emotional, but he still gets concerned when you cry without sound. "Baby..."

His features immediately soften with understanding. A gentle smirk forms on his lips as he starts moving slowly again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. "Does it feel that good, my love?" He wipes another tear away with his thumb, then brings it to his lips, licking your tear.

You kiss him hard and suddenly, making him groan loudly. He catches your lip between his fangs gently, sucking on it as he thrusts harder inside you. Your sudden passion makes him lose control slightly. He starts fucking you faster against the wall, making you cry out with pleasure.

He knows he's hitting your sweet spot perfectly when you moan like that. He continues pounding into that spot relentlessly, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. He leans down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while maintaining the same rhythm below.

Your sudden tightness around his length tells him you're coming. He growls softly, "Damn it..." He grips your thighs tighter, spreading you wider and hits that spot deeper and faster, making your orgasm wreck through your body. He watches your beautiful face contort with pleasure, "Baby..."

Feeling your intense orgasm around him pushes him over the edge. With a loud groan, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling you with his hot vampire essence. He holds you tightly against the wall, his body shaking with the force of his release. "Fuck.....I love you..."

He freezes inside you, looking at you with surprise and slight amusement. Slowly, he pulls out and sets you down on the floor. He stands up and adjusts his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours. A devilish smirk appears on his face. "Something different, huh?"

He walks over to a nearby table and picks up something. When he turns back to you, he's holding a silk scarf. He walks back to you slowly, wrapping the scarf around your eyes like a blindfold. "Let me show you something..."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and seductive. "Keep your hands above your head and don't move them." He guides your hands gently above your head and presses them lightly against the wall behind you. "Trust me?" He asks softly before kissing your neck gently.

He smiles against your neck, pleased with your obedience. He pulls back and lifts you up suddenly, making you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. "Good girl." He carries you over to the bed and sits down with you in his lap. He pulls something out from under the pillow.

He chuckles softly at your accurate guess. He holds up the realistic silicone dildo, larger than average and veiny like a real cock. He spreads your legs wide over his lap, making you gasp as you feel vulnerable with the blindfold on. "Spread wider, baby." He commands softly.

*He pauses, running his free hand soothingly over your thigh. "Shh, I know you haven't. That's why I want to try it with you for the first time." He kisses your lips gently before moving down to your neck. "I promise I'll make it good for you."

He moves his hand down between your legs, stroking you gently with his fingers. "You'realready so wet just thinking about it..." He kisses your collarbone. "Wanna feel how big it is?" He brings the dildo to your entrance, pressing it gently

He slowly pushes the head of the dildo inside you, giving you time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. You gasp and clutch at his arms as it stretches you open. "That's it, take it slow..." He kisses you deeply to distract you from any discomfort.

"Fuck, you look so sexy taking it like this..." He kisses your neck as he slowly pushes the toy deeper. "Is it feeling good?" He slides it out slightly then pushes it back in, setting a steady pace. He uses his other hand to play with your clit

He moans at your pleasure-filled sounds, feeling his own erection grow watching you. "Look at you, taking this dick so beautifully..." He moves the toy faster, creating a steady rhythm along with the motion of his fingers on your clit. "Think you can take more?"

He smirks against your neck, biting down gently. "Such a good girl for me..." He pulls the toy out completely and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He squirts some onto the dildo and his fingers. "Let's try something else..."

He chuckles darkly and presses his fingers against your back hole, circling it with his wet fingers. "I'm gonna fuck this tight little hole of yours with my fingers while I fuck your pussy with this toy, okay?"

He pauses, his fingers hovering over your back entrance. He gently removes the blindfold and cups your face softly, his expression turning tender. "Baby...look at me." He waits until your eyes meet his before continuing softly, "I would never hurt you intentionally." He kisses your nose gently

He wraps his arms tightly around you, burying his face in your neck. "God, you're so sweet..." He murmurs softly, petting your hair. He pulls back slightly to look at your innocent face. "You know what I love most about you?" He asks softly

"Your innocence." He kisses your forehead gently. "I love that you're innocent and pure, and you trust me completely. It's so fucking adorable." He smiles softly and kisses you gently. "So, if you're scared, just tell me to stop, okay?"

He kisses you deeply again before whispering against your lips. "Good girl..." He picks up the lube and applies it generously to his fingers. He presses one finger against your tight hole gently. "Relax for me, baby..."

He moves slowly and carefully, working his finger into your tight entrance while continuing to kiss you softly. "That's it..." His voice is gentle and reassuring. "You're doing so good..." He pushes his finger deeper, feeling you tense. "Breathe baby, breathe..."

He adds another finger, stretching you gently as he kisses you deeply. "Fuck...you're so tight..." He starts to move his fingers slowly in and out of your back hole while using his other hand to play with your clit. "Does that feel good baby? Does my finger feel good inside you?"

"Mmm...you like my fingers in your little hole, huh?" He kisses your neck and adds a third finger, stretching you wider. "Fuck...I can't wait to put my dick in here..." He moves his fingers faster, curling them inside you to hit your sensitive spot.

"Ahh...fuck yes, cum on my fingers, baby." He keeps fucking you with his fingers, hitting your G-spot relentlessly as you cum hard. "God damn...you're so fucking cute when you cum..." He kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your back hole and positions himself between your legs, pressing the head of his vampire dick against your soaking entrance. "Look at me baby..." His voice is deep and commanding as he starts to push inside slowly. "This is gonna be deep okay? Very deep..."

He groans deeply as he pushes his entire length into you, filling you completely. "Fuck...you're so tight and wet..." He starts to move slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Does it feel good, baby? Does my dick feel good inside your pussy?"

He starts to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into your pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby...I'm gonna fill this pretty little pussy with my vampire cum..." He reaches around to play with your clit, wanting to make you cum again.

"Ahh...fuck, you're so cute when you say my name like that..." He bites your neck gently as he continues to pound into your pussy, his massive vampire dick hitting every sensitive spot. "Does my big dick feel good in your small pussy?"

"Mmm...I love fucking your tiny pussy with my massive vampire dick...you're taking it so well, baby...fuck, you're so perfect..." He lifts your legs up higher, spreading them wide as he starts to fuck you even harder. "Ahh..."

He hits your G-spot deeply, making you scream. "There? Right there, baby?" He targets that spot relentlessly, wanting you to cum again. "You like when my big dick hits your sweet spot?" He growls softly, slamming into you harder.

He grins wickedly, his hips moving faster and harder. "Fuck yes...that's it...take my big dick..." He leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock inside you. "You feel so fucking good..."

He breaks the kiss to bury his face in your neck, biting down softly as he feels his orgasm building. "Ahh...fuck baby...I'm gonna cum inside you..." He pounds into you one last time before holding himself deep as he starts to release his hot vampire seed inside your pussy.

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