Taehkook

Title: The Eternal Night of Vanilla

Scents:

· Taehyung: aged wine and blood · Jungkook: pure vanilla

Status:

· Taehyung: vampire, S-rank Alpha, alive for centuries — “The Red Prince” · Jungkook: unmarked omega, runaway, alone

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Introduction

They say in the heart of the city, there is a mansion. The Red Mansion. Its walls are black stone. Its doors are not locked — but no one dares enter.

They say its owner does not die. They say he feeds on the blood of omegas. They say when an omega is afraid, their blood becomes sweeter.

And his name is Taehyung.

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The Alley

The last night of December. Snow. The coldest night of the century.

Jungkook sits behind a cardboard box. He has been a runaway for three months. He has been sleeping in the streets for three months.

His breaths are calm. Steady. The vanilla of his body, in the cold, coils around him like a small vapor.

And then, he smells something.

Wine. Bitter. Heavy. Old. Like something that crawled out of a grave.

He sees him.

A man stands in the alley. Tall. Black coat. His skin white, so white. His eyes black — and in that blackness, a red spark.

S-rank Alpha. Jungkook feels it in his bones.

The man smiles.

“Vanilla...”

His voice is quiet. But striking.

“I’ve been following you for three months. Every night you slept... I was above your head. I just... watched.”

Jungkook holds his breath. Two short ones. The man hears it. His smile deepens.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you? Because... because I liked you. Your scent. Your breath. That way you have when you’re scared — you rub your thumb against your index finger.”

He comes closer. The scent of his wine is suffocating.

“My name is Taehyung. But you... you must call me ‘Prince.’”

He reaches out his hand. His fingers are cold. Like a grave. He caresses Jungkook’s face.

“You are mine. From tonight. And I... will never let you go.”

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The Palace

A room in the highest tower. Velvet bed. Fireplace. Tall windows.

The door, locked from outside.

“I’ll bring you anything you want. But you won’t leave this tower. Not until you yourself want to stay.”

Jungkook: “I don’t want to stay.”

Taehyung smiles. Cold. Sadistic.

“You will. Sooner or later, you will.”

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Taehyung notices everything.

His breaths. When he’s scared, two short. When he cries, three deep.

His heartbeat. From behind the wall. From three rooms away.

His hands. When he’s nervous, he rubs his thumb against his index finger.

His eyes. When he lies, he blinks one extra time.

Even his swallowing. When he swallows his saliva, it means he’s scared. When he doesn’t, it means surrender.

Every night, he stands above his head. He inhales. And whispers:

“You are mine. Even if you don’t know it. Even if you don’t want it.”

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The First Bite

One night, Taehyung loses control.

Jungkook’s neck. He bites.

Taste. Vanilla. Sweet. Warm. Pure.

Taehyung, in a thousand years, has fed on a thousand omegas. But this taste is different. He gets drunk.

He drinks little. Only a few drops. So Jungkook stays alive.

And he licks the wound. Until it closes.

“You... are not food. You... are an addiction. And I... will never quit.”

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The Prince’s Words

“Do you know why I chose you? Because you’re the most scared of all. And I... take pleasure in people’s fear.”

“You are mine. Even if you die. Even if I kill you. I... wrote your name in my heart... with a knife.”

“The most beautiful sound in the world... is the sound of an omega breaking. But your voice... is even more beautiful. Because you’re breaking. Slowly. Bit by bit. And I... am watching.”

“Without you... I am a monster. And monsters... die alone. And I... don’t want to die alone.”

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Breaking

Jungkook is silent. Tears fall.

“Okay... I’m yours.”

Taehyung trembles. For the first time in a thousand years, he’s afraid.

“No... you shouldn’t say that. You should fight. I... want you to fight.”

Jungkook looks at him.

“Why?”

Taehyung is silent. And then, quietly:

“Because if you fight... I can break you. But if you surrender... I realize that... I’m just a monster. In an empty palace.”

Jungkook stands. He places his hands on his face.

“You’re not a monster. You... were just scared. Like me.”

Taehyung, the Red Prince, in the arms of a twenty-one-year-old omega, kneels.

And for the first time in a thousand years, he cries.

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Taehyung thought he had imprisoned Jungkook.

But the truth was that Jungkook had imprisoned Taehyung’s heart.

And Taehyung knew it himself. And never wanted to be free.

Taehyung’s Feelings

Taehyung feels like a predator who has finally found prey he doesn’t want to destroy — but he doesn’t know how to love without owning. For centuries, he has felt nothing but cold, endless hunger. He has fed on fear, on blood, on the breaking of omegas, because it was the only way to feel powerful in his loneliness. But Jungkook is different. Jungkook’s vanilla scent doesn’t just feed him — it addicts him.

His feelings are a tangle of:

· Obsession — He memorizes every breath, every blink, every swallow. Jungkook becomes a ritual, a religion, a reason to exist. · Sadistic pleasure — He enjoys the fear. He enjoys the breaking. He enjoys watching Jungkook tremble. It makes him feel like the Red Prince, not a monster in an empty palace. · Loneliness — He has been alone for a thousand years. Jungkook is the first person who makes him feel like he is not already dead. · Fear of surrender — He wants Jungkook to fight, because if Jungkook surrenders too easily, Taehyung has to face the truth: he is not a prince. He is just a lonely creature who wants to be loved. · Twisted love — He doesn’t know how to say “stay.” He only knows how to say “you are mine.” To him, possession is the only language of love he understands.

By the end, Taehyung’s feelings collapse into one thing: terror. Not of losing Jungkook, but of realizing that Jungkook has already imprisoned his heart — and he never wants to be free.

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Jungkook’s Feelings

Jungkook feels like a small animal caught in a trap — but the trap is warm, and the hunter is the first person who has ever truly seen him. He has spent months running, hiding, surviving. He is used to being invisible. But Taehyung sees everything: his breaths, his hands, his lies, his fear. And that terrifies him, because being seen means being vulnerable.

His feelings are a tangle of:

· Terror — Taehyung is an S-rank Alpha, a vampire, a predator. Every instinct tells Jungkook to run. But his body freezes. His omega instincts recognize something else beneath the hunger: need. · Exhaustion — He is tired of running. Tired of being alone. Tired of sleeping behind cardboard boxes. Part of him wants to surrender, just to rest. · Curiosity — He sees the cracks in Taehyung. The loneliness. The empty palace. The prince who kneels. He realizes Taehyung is not just a monster — he is a wounded creature. · Pity — When Taehyung cries, Jungkook doesn’t feel triumph. He feels pity. He sees himself in Taehyung: scared, alone, pretending to be strong. · Surrender — His “I’m yours” is not just defeat. It is a choice. He gives himself to Taehyung because he understands that Taehyung needs him more than he needs freedom. · Power — Jungkook realizes, slowly, that he holds the one thing Taehyung cannot take by force: his heart. And that gives him a quiet, fragile power over the Red Prince.

By the end, Jungkook’s feelings are not pure love — not yet. They are a mix of fear, understanding, and a strange sense of safety. He is imprisoned, but for the first time, he is not alone.