OMG please continue the Yoonseok drabble from #19 with Vamp Hobi. Maybe this time Hobi tried to flirt with Yoongi but for the first time failed in flirting? lol
There’s literally no way Jung Hoseok can fail at flirting and that goes triple as a vampire tbh. BUUUUUUUUT I WANNA WRITE MORE WITH THESE TWO SO LET’S DO IT! (This is a followup to this drabble, in case you missed it.)
“So did you ask him?”
Yoongi sighs. He’s enjoyed almost three weeks without the vampire, and now, rather than waiting to walk Yoongi home, Hoseok plants himself down on a barstool, leaned in, hands clasped around a sweating glass of rum. As far as Yoongi’s aware, alcohol has next to no effect on vampires. He wonders if it’s just a comfort thing.
“Ask who?” Yoongi asks in his best disinterested tone. He grabs a towel from behind the bar and starts to wipe up a spill a few seats down. “And ask what, for that matter?”
“Your friend. With the strawberries,” Hoseok says. “And you know what.”
Yoongi hums. Of course he knows what Hoseok is talking about. But god knows he doesn’t want to engage this jackass. Because no, no he didn’t ask Taehyung. He doesn’t want to know. He’s aware of the implications of being marked and he 400% does not have time to deal with everything that that entails. Feelings are too goddamn complicated and he’d rather just continue to exist in a space where he doesn’t know it’s happened. He kind of hates Hoseok a little for even reminding him, not to mention for telling him in the first place.
“Just FYI, you’re shit at shielding your thoughts,” Hoseok says before a one-sided cheers, then a couple of gulps of his drink. “For instance, you’re a liar.”
“You don’t hate me.” Hoseok’s smile is a bit off, crooked more to one side than the other, a hint of his fangs showing, and it’s a giant neon DANGER! sign flashing. But apparently, Yoongi has never been very good at seeing signs. “In fact, right now, just beneath those thoughts of your friend - you’ll have to deal with that one day, by the way - are the deeper, base thoughts of me ripping your clothes off, pinning you to your bed, wrapping my hand around your co–”
“Okay, you can leave at any time,” Yoongi says. His cheeks burn and his trend of lying continues as he tells himself it’s not because of Hoseok. “I’ll get your tab.”
“I want you.”
“…Okay? That sounds like a you problem.”
“I want you, and I can’t, technically, have you,” Hoseok says, “with your friend’s scent all over you. Unless I want to run the risk of running afoul of the authorities.”
“You don’t strike me as a rule follower,” Yoongi mutters. He slides a printed receipt closer to Hoseok, then rolls a pen toward him.
“Mm, not usually,” Hoseok says. “But I like living.”
“You’re not alive.”
“You know what I mean.” He signs the receipt and finishes off his glass. “So. What that means is you need to come to me. You need to get your friend to let you go.”
“I don’t hear an upside for me in any of this,” Yoongi says.
Hoseok’s laugh makes Yoongi practically vibrate. “You get that fantasy of yours turned into reality,” he says. “Very filthy, by the way. 10 out of 10, would fantasize again.”