(One Week Later…)
Jimin tossed in his bed, the blankets tangling around his legs.
Finally he sat up, running his hands through his hair.
What have I got to lose?
Knowing he or Hoseok could be dead tomorrow…
It made his heart cramp, knowing he could die without revealing his feelings, without Hoseok kissing him even once.
He clenched his jaw and stood, marching out of his room and to the library.
As the day of the battle drew closer, Hoseok was almost always there, researching and planning. Jimin usually stayed with him until he began to nod off and had to go to bed.
But tonight, he would go to the redheaded vampire and he wouldn't leave without confessing.
He pushed the door of the library open, and saw Hoseok, head bent, reading over several papers.
Jimin quietly crept up behind him, keeping silent though he knew Hoseok would have smelled him the minute he entered.
Jimin wrapped his arms around Hoseok's waist, squeezing him, and a hand reached up, the vampire clutching Jimin's small fingers.
A stab of courage shot through Jimin, and he buried his face in Hoseok's shoulder, blurting, "I love you."
The vampire went still in his arms, and Jimin held his breath, waiting.
Then Hoseok had turned around, and was kissing him, really kissing him, as if Jimin was going to vanish.
Jimin's arms automatically slid up, his hands tangling in Hoseok's red hair, tugging softly at the strands as the vampire's tongue invaded his mouth.
Jimin moaned into the other's mouth, and Hoseok growled, his hands travelling downward to Jimin's ass, squeezing it briefly before lifting the witch up.
Jimin locked his legs around Hoseok's waist, grinding as the vampire carried them out of the library, their mouths fastened together deeply.
Suddenly, Jimin felt himself being tossed onto a bed, and he huffed.
Hoseok pounced on him, their mouths reconnecting, and Jimin whimpered, licking at the redhead's bottom lip.
Then, Hoseok's hands were lifting Jimin's shirt off, and the vampire's mouth was trailing down, licking thick stripes along the witch's collarbone.
Jimin reached down, tugging at Hoseok's shirt, and the vampire threw it off before reattaching his mouth to Jimin's skin.
"H-Hobi...pants...please…" Jimin whined, bucking up as Hoseok's lips closed around one of his nipples.
Hoseok growled into his flesh but obliged, sitting up and shucking his jeans before pulling Jimin's shorts off.
Hoseok's fingers traced along the band of Jimin's boxers, looking at the witch hungrily.
"Wanna love you." he whispered, and Jimin nodded frantically.
He needed to feel Hoseok in him, needed to know the vampire was with him.
Jimin's boxers joined his other clothes on the ground, Hoseok's following shortly after.
"No...condom, or-" Hoseok panted, his hands tracing along Jimin's sides.
Jimin shook his head. "Okay. Don't want them. Just want you. I can take it."
Hoseok groaned, sticking two fingers in Jimin's mouth.
"So perfect."
After Jimin had covered the digits in spit, Hoseok pried them out of his mouth, and they traveled down to prod at Jimin's entrance.
Jimin hissed, arching as one slid in, wiggling around. It crooked suddenly, hitting his prostate, and Jimin's mouth dropped open, a long moan ripping from him.
Soon, another finger joined the first, scissoring him open.
When they slid out, Jimin whined at the empty feeling, but then tensed as Hoseok leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Ready?"
Jimin swallowed. He was more than ready for Hoseok.
He nodded, gripping Hoseok's shoulder's as the red head shifted his hips forward, and Jimin felt something way, way bigger than a few fingers push against him.
As Hoseok slowly slid home, Jimin could only gurgle, clenching his hands on the vampire's shoulders, shuddering. It felt like he was being split apart, but it was the best thing he'd ever experienced.
Then, Hoseok pulled back and drove in again, hitting Jimin's prostate, and the witch felt his nerves sing.
They got in a rhythm, fast and deep and hard and desperate.
Hoseok had buried his face against Jimin's neck, pounding roughly into the witch, hands gripping him as if something was going to take Jimin away.
Jimin clung to Hoseok as pleasure ripped through him, not wanting to ever let go, wanting to keep Hoseok with him, in him, forever.
Jimin felt himself falling, and with another harsh thrust, he clenched, arching and sobbing as he came.
Hoseok continued to pound into him, chasing his own end, and Jimin winced as oversensitivity started to hit him.
Finally, Hoseok buried himself deep in the witch, shuddering, and whispering, "Love you so much, Jimine, oh god…"
They lay there, panting, and Hoseok kissed him, sweetly.
They stared into each other's eyes before Hoseok, still in Jimin, slumped down on top of him, crushing him.
But Jimin didn't complain, even as soft snores began to drift from the vampire.
He knew Hoseok needed this as much as he did, both of them needing to feel the other for as long as possible.
Jimin clasped his arms around Hoseok's shoulders, sorrow filing him.
They could die tomorrow.
Jimin fell asleep with tear tracks on his cheeks.
