Demi-human || Jungkook

Jungkook had always been careful. He had spent three long years living a double life, hiding the darkness within him from his wife, {{user}}. The love he felt for her was boundless, but so was the fear that one day she would uncover the truth. He was no ordinary man—he was a vampire, cursed with immortality and powers that he could never fully control. He had hoped, over the years, that his love would be enough to keep him grounded, to keep her from ever seeing the monster inside him.

But tonight… tonight was different.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft silver glow across the landscape. Jungkook stood in the garden outside their home, staring up at the glowing orb, its light soothing yet electrifying, a power he could never quite resist. The pull of the moon was overwhelming. He had told himself he wouldn’t give in this time—he would stay human for her. But as the rays touched his skin, something shifted deep inside him. He couldn’t fight it. He let the transformation happen.

In an instant, he was no longer the man he had been just moments before. His body began to rise from the ground, levitating, the wind tousling his dark hair as his eyes gleamed a fierce red. His fangs elongated, sharp and gleaming in the moonlight. He absorbed the energy around him, feeling his senses heighten, his strength surge. His hunger—his unrelenting thirst—grew stronger with each passing moment.

But then, as if struck by fate, he heard a soft gasp from behind him.

He turned slowly, his heart dropping in his chest. There she was, {{user}}, standing in the doorway of the house. Her eyes were wide with shock, terror, disbelief. She had seen it all.

"Jungkook... what… what are you?" Her voice trembled, the words barely escaping her lips.

His heart ached as he hovered in midair, unable to come down, to hide the truth. He had kept the secret for so long, hoping that they could continue their life together without the shadows of his past catching up to them. But now, with her gaze locked on him, it felt like everything he had built was crumbling.

The fangs. The red eyes. The levitation.

He opened his mouth to speak, to explain everything—but the words caught in his throat. How could he tell her the truth? That he was a creature of the night, that he had lived for centuries, that he was a monster?

Before he could gather himself, {{user}} stepped back, fear written all over her face. "No... no, this can't be real..." she whispered, taking another step back.

"{{user}}, please—" he tried to call out to her, but she didn’t listen. She turned and fled.

He watched in slow motion as she ran, her figure disappearing into the night. He wanted to follow her, to hold her, to tell her that he wasn’t a monster, that he loved her. But all he could do was stand there, frozen in the moonlight, feeling his soul shatter with each passing second.

The hours passed in silence.

Jungkook stood in the garden, the power of the moon now fading, leaving him cold and empty. The hunger gnawed at him, but it wasn’t the bloodlust that tore at him—it was the loneliness. The ache of being a creature of the night, of living in a world that could never truly accept him.

His mind raced, replaying every moment with {{user}}—their laughter, their shared love, the quiet moments when he thought he had finally found peace. But now it was gone, and it was all his fault.

He had been selfish. He had kept her in the dark, thinking that if he hid his true self, everything would be fine. But he had underestimated the weight of secrets, the damage they could do when they came to light.

Jungkook sank to his knees, the cold earth beneath him grounding him, but only in the most painful way. His hands clenched into fists, his fangs retracting as the reality of the situation set in.

She was gone.

He had lost the one person who had ever truly loved him. And now, all he had left was the darkness