Ch. 3
Hoseok hurried along the hallway of the house, following the scent of warm coffee and oranges. Jungkook had come back to the house a while ago with a human in tow, and Hoseok had spent the better part of an hour trying to block out the slapping and moaning noises. But he had finally thrown in the towel, abandoned his book and ran to find Jimin. The coven's witch was in the library, and he looked up, startled, as Hoseok burst through the large double doors.
"What's wrong?" Jimin exclaimed, jumping up. "Are we under attack? Are there pitchforks?"
Hoseok knew his words were not entirely a joke. Jimin had been around as long as he had, since about the Industrial Revolution, and when they had joined the coven, at the same time, there had been several attacks by angry townspeople.
"No, Jimine, nothing like that. Jungkook and his new human pet are fornicating right next door to my room." He groaned, walking over and sitting, dropping his head on the pile of books.
"Careful! My notes!" Jimin yelped, lifting Hoseok's head and rescuing the pages. He let Hoseok's head drop back onto the table, and Hoseok glared at him.
"Ow!" he whined.
Jimin giggled, and Hoseok took a moment to admire how cute the witch was, with his blue eyes scrunched up, and one small hand rubbing at his pink hair.
"Sowy Hobi. Is the big bad vampire hurt?" he cooed, pinching Hoseok's cheeks.
Hoseok groaned. "Too hungry, Jimin. I haven't eaten since…the day before yesterday." At Jimin's scandalized look, Hoseok smiled. "I know, but I've been busy with…um…"
Jimin rolled his eyes, sitting on the table next to Hoseok. "Oh please. I know you don't like feeding, but you must eat. Here." Jimin held out his arm, right under Hoseok's nose. The delicious blood scent pounded through Hoseok's senses and he felt his mouth open on instinct, his fangs elongating. But he jerked back, covering his mouth to hide his canines.
"Jimin, no. You know why I almost never feed off humans. I lose control too easily, I'm not like Namjoon or Jungkook." He pleaded, standing.
Jimin grabbed his arm. "You won't lose control. I won't let you. I do have magic you know." He said softly, looking up at Hoseok.
Hoseok swallowed as Jimin raised his arm again, his soft wrist pressing against Hoseok's lips. Hoseok gulped, pressing a brief kiss to Jimin's wrist before taking it, his hands overlapping on Jimin's small arm. He opened his mouth and sunk his fangs into the delicate blue vein. Instantly, his mouth filled with a delicious taste, indescribable, but run through with coffee and citrus. Hoseok groaned, sucking harder as his hunger finally rumbled down.
"Hoseok." The soft voice almost went unnoticed in Hoseok's mind, the taste eclipsing all rational thoughts.
"Hobi. Stop." The voice was firmer this time, and Hoseok remembered where he was. Losing control on a random person was bad enough, but he would not hurt Jimin! He yanked away, his fangs dripping blood onto the carpet. The two panted, staring at each other, and Hoseok felt a burn of lust in his stomach as he saw Jimin's flushed face and the slight tent in his pants. He generally forgot that blood taking, done right, was basically foreplay. He moved to Jimin's side as the pinkette swayed on his feet. Hoseok helped him into a chair, trying to ignore the way a bead of sweat was trickling slowly down Jimin's neck.
"See? I told you that you wouldn't lose control."
