WARNING: Swearing

🌻Teach me🌻

Seokjin's POV

I pushed my glasses further up my nose, continuing to finish the last bit of math homework. Another perfect A incoming! I growled of annoyance when I heard Jimin and Yoongi's voice from upstairs, coming down.

"So I just fucking punched him in the face!" Jimin exclaimed, mimicking an uppercut. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You punched Namjoon. That's the nerd from the best class." He chuckled.

Jimin frowned. "I'm badass, I punched someone with the teachers in sight. Yeah, I got expelled, so what?!" He snarled. "The fact that I'll let you do my homework." Yoongi replied.

I gripped my pencil tighter in my hand. "Nah, ask my smart nerdy stepbrother." Jimin spat, slamming his hand onto my shoulder. I flinched, taking a deep breath. "Respect your elder..." I said coldly.

Jimin laughed softly. "Right. Elder. You mean old." I turned my head towards him angrily. "No, it means mature. Maybe you should grow up too. You're 17! Get a girlfriend!" I snapped. Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I'm gay Jin. Are you against gay people now?" He asked smirking.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You're so harsh on your brother. Get a wine and deal with it." "He is not harsh on me!" I snapped. "And I'm not against gay people! I'm gay myself! Why would I--" "Come on grow a pair of balls Jin." Jimin laughed.

I took a deep breath. "First of all, you need to study your biology. Second, my testicles have dropped years ago. If you were smart you would have known that a male-" "I don't fucking care!" Jimin whined.

I snapped my head towards him. "Than why did you say that?" I gritted my teeth. "It's a joke Jin. My God!" He growled. "I swear I'll teach you to become a bad boy if you don't learn these things!" He snarled. I frowned. "I have to go to school tomorrow, unlike you. I'll be in my room, studying for my upcoming exams."

I grabbed my books and stood up, walking upstairs when I heard Jimin. "Right. Maybe I will teach you. I'll just wait until you beg. I bet you that Taehyung will want you like a nerd when he is love with that badass guy... What was his name?" He yelled. I send him a scowl. "Hoseok." "Right." Jimin rolled his eyes.

I stomped up the stairs as calmly as I could, hearing Yoongi and Jimin mess downstairs. I sighed. Taehyung... I had a crush on him for almost 4 years. He likes Hoseok though... the bad boy of the school.

Maybe Jimin is right. I sighed. "Jin! Do you have my headphones in there?" Jimin asked yelling. "Yeah. Come and get 'em... asshole..." I whispered. The door slammed open. "Jin! Did you just swear?!" I gulped. "N-no..."

Jimin gasped. "You swore! Yoongi he swore! He said asshole to me!" Yoongi raised his eyebrow, peeking his head in. "Wow. Jin, are you trying to seduce Jimin?" He teased. I frowned. "So what I called him the A-word? I... I thought about Taehyung..."

"So you want to call Taehyung an asshole?" Jimin asked. I shook my head. "It's just- I don't- ah... Fine. I'm jealous of Hoseok's impact on Taehyung. I really want to do the same." I stammered shyly. Jimin nodded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Don't you worry Jin! I'm gonna teach you the way to be a fucking badass!"

I gulped. "W-where do we start?" I asked softly. Jimin grabbed a pen and paper. "Write down all the swear words you know. We're going to teach you some bad words, you nerd." He said smirking.

I took the pen from him, tapping the cap onto my desk. What are all the words Jimin said? Fucking hell, asshole, bullshit... Such vulgar words... Am I really doing this?

Jimin and Yoongi read over my words. "You have a lot to learn. Swear to me. Come one. Call me a bitch." Yoongi said, crossing his arms. I widened my eyes. "What? Like... Right here and now?" I asked. Yoongi nodded. "Call me a bitch." He said again.

I gulped nervously. "Yoongi... I-I-" "Call. Me. A. Bitch." He growled. "Stop putting pressure on me!" I snapped. "I don't care! I need time! I need space! God fucking dammid!" I yelled, grabbing my hair. I panted slightly from my outburst.

Yoongi chuckled. "Not the word I was expecting to hear, but good enough. Anger seems to get the worst out of you. We just have to make you feel more confident then."

Jimin nodded, pulling Yoongi away. I took a deep breath. Confidence... confidence... Just practice the words. Keep mimicking stupid Jimin's words... Become that bad boy that Taehyung wants.

Yoongi came back inside again, slapping the back of Jimin's head. "Stupid fucking moron." He snarled. Jimin stuck his tongue out at him when I saw a slight flash of silver. Tongue piercing? Since when?

I was about to ask when Jimin pulled my closet doors open. "Why do you have so much pink?!" He yelled. "Jesus! It's blinding me!" He yelled dramatically. "I rolled my eyes. And ignored his bitching." Yoongi stared at me. "Did you just narrate yourself, and said bitching?" He asked. I nodded, widening my eyes when I realized what had slipped past my lips.

"This is more like it!" Jimin exclaimed, pulling a dark jacket from the top of my closet. The clothes I never wore. AKA, the clothes that Jungkook bought me before Namjoon started to tutor me.

He quickly pulled a white t-shirt from my closet which was slightly cut, if wearing nothing underneath, revealing part of my chest. "Put this on and let's see what we can make of you." He ordered. I raised my eyebrow. "Why?"

Jimin gave me an are you fucking with me-look, and pulled a pink sweater from my closet which had a cute pencil case printed on it, with cute blushy cheeks and big round eyes. "Because I am never seeing you wear this shit ever again." He growled, throwing it in the trash can. Which he completely missed.

"That is no... trash." I said softly. "I like it. Namjoon got it for me when we were together." I said, pouting and crossing my arms. "Seriously? Ah... fuck dude." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You like Tae now, right? Then fuck all this shitty stuff, and go for the bold!" Jimin exclaimed.

I sighed. "I'm not getting rid of it." I growled. "Fight me bitch." He snarled. "I'm not a bitch and definitely not yours!" I snapped. "Oh! Burn!" Yoongi laughed. I snapped my head towards him. "Fuck off." I snarled.

I snatched the clothes from Jimin and walked into the bathroom, sighing before dressing myself in the unusual style. The jacket did feel comfortable, but as I said, the shirt underneath showed my chest...

I hesitantly walked back to my room, covering the visible parts. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pulled my hands away. "Come on, we're all men we know what a fucking chest looks like." He said lowly.

Jimin eyed me up and down, smiling happily. "Nice!" He yelled. "Just, mess up your hair a bit and we're cool. It's too neat." Jimin gagged. I frowned. "I like my hair." I defended. "It's fluffy."

"Yeah, I know, but if you take another look in the mirror you will see what I mean. Put those bangs out of your eyes, spike it up a bit maybe." Jimin whined, pulling at my hair and rushing his hand through it. He could barely reach me. "There. Much better." He said proudly.

I whined softly, shaking my head. "No! It doesn't feel right." "That's the whole point." Yoongi said lowly. "We aren't right. We're bad." Jimin said after, grabbing a small chain clip-on thing, and clipped it to my jacket. "There. Bad boy. Now we need to work on your swearing, seduction, talking, and walk. Also, throw that homework away, we have some stuff to do."

I shook my head. "I'm not throwing my homework-" "Do you want Taehyung to love you or not?!" Jimin snapped. "Fucking- I can't even! Come on. You're at legal age to buy alcohol and I want some."

I widened my eyes. "What?! No! I'm not buying you alcohol, you're underage!" I yelled. "And I'm going to fucking force you to if you don't." Jimin hissed lowly. He held his phone up, smirking. "I have blackmail. You better do as I say."

I gulped nervously, nodding weakly. "Okay..." Yoongi chuckled. "Too obedient. It started good, denial. Don't let blackmail get to your smart brain." He said lowly. I sighed. "Do I have to start drinking too?" I asked.

Yoongi shrugged. "If you want to. At least try it to look cool. We won't let you get an addiction or something." He said coldly. Jimin nodded. "I like it, so I'm gonna get fucking wasted."

I sighed, walking with them. I don't like this... But it's all for Taehyung. Yoongi and Jimin led me to the store, nudging their heads for me to go in and buy... alcohol...

"What do I need to get?" I asked softly. "Some beer or wine. One of the two or both." Jimin shrugged. I gulped, walking inside. I could feel their eyes burning into my back as I got a simple crate of beer. The smell only was disgusting to me.

I walked back outside after showing my ID and paying for the disgusting liquid, which came in 12. Which means 4... for each of us. Or 6 for those two idiots.

"Again, why can't we?! Taehyung would probably like him more, and this would go a whole lot easier!" Yoongi spat. "Because I don't want Taehyung to have him!" Jimin snarled. "What now? Are you in love with your stepbrother? Create the drama, Jimin." Yoongi growled.

"I got it..." I said softly. Jimin yelped quietly. "Don't scare me like that!" He growled. "I'm sorry princess." I rolled my eyes at him. "What now? I got the alcohol. But I don't want broken bottles and murder on the carpet like last time!" I snapped. Jimin frowned. "Don't call me princess, unlike you, I'm a man!" He said pouting.

"Right. That surely makes a cat smarter." Yoongi tilted his head. "What kind of phrase is that?" He asked. I shook my head. "Doesn't matter. Let's just go before someone I know recognizes me and starts to mess around the school with stupid rumors." I spat.

I pulled Jimin with me, while Yoongi walked behind us with crossed arms. "Hey! Jin hyung!" I tensed up, not even daring to turn around. "You're finally wearing that jacket I bought you! It looks good on you!" Jungkook exclaimed, almost slipping.

I bit my lip, looking away from him. "Jin hyung?" Yoongi asked. "Who even calls him hyung nowadays?" I snapped my head towards him. "Everyone who is younger than me except you two fuckers." I spat.

Jungkook chuckled. "Wow, hyung said fuckers. What are you trying to do?" He asked amused, looking at Jimin and Yoongi. "We are trying to get him to look more like us so he can-" "So that Taehyung will fall in love with him and not some other bad bitch." Yoongi cut Jimin off.

Jungkook nodded. "Well, good luck hyung. I'll see you around!" He waved happily as he split his way with us. I rolled my eyes and went back home with the other two, who immediately reached for a bottle when we got inside.

Jimin drowned the bottle in a few seconds, almost smashing it on the ground when I gripped his wrist and gave him an angry scowl. He gulped and smiled. "Come on Jin, try one." He said happily, opening a bottle and handing it to me. I frowned slightly, before taking a sip.

The liquid burned in my throat. The taste was peculiar, but not all that bad... I took another sip. And then another, and another... So on.

I was light-headed, my sight slightly blurry, but my mind still at it's right place after... 3 or 4 bottles. Turns out Yoongi drinks a lot, without losing his moral compass. Jimin was completely wasted, dancing on the kitchen table like a god damn fairy.

This was the night...

I woke up on the couch, a huge headache pounding in my brain. "Good morning sunshine." Jimin chuckled. I yelled when I saw a smiling Jimin right in my face. "Come on. Get up, you're late." He said smiling.

I widened my eyes. "Late?! No, no, no!" "Relax. Tae will like this new side. Trust me." Jimin chuckled. "Where is Yoongi? What happened?" I asked, getting up carefully, almost falling over. "He went home. Fuck some gals if you know what I mean." Jimin winked.

"Sexual intercourse?" I asked tiredly. "No, just sex, or fucking, as we phrase it." He shrugged. "No backpack, no stuff, no homework. Remember, act cool, savage, and rude." Jimin said quickly before throwing a pill at me. "That will help clear your hangover. Now go. Take your sweet fucking time."

Jimin waved as I left, confusion and the pill remaining. I gulped it down my throat and began to walk. I was already late... What's the point? I chuckled to myself. I didn't even shower yet, brush my teeth. Everyone will smell the liquor on me. Do you think Taehyung will think I'm cooler this way?

The big building came in sight as I pushed through the doors to my classroom. The fucking headache never left. I slammed the door open, causing everyone to gasp from the sudden bang.

The teacher was about to complain before she saw me. "Kim Seokjin! What gives you the right to be two hours late and slam the door of my classroom?!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes at her. "Whatever. Let me live woman." I snarled, moving to my place.

Namjoon stared at me with wide eyes as I slumped in the chair next to him. "Dude! What happened? You reek of alcohol!" He whisper yelled. "So? I have a huge hangover, don't go all surprised on me now." I spat. "Is this because of Hoseok? What did he say?" Namjoon asked.

"He said nothing. I... I wanted this myself." I said lowly. Namjoon widened his eyes, avoiding eye contact with me for the rest of the class. I sped out of the classroom when the bell rung, my eyes looking for Taehyung.

I gritted my teeth when I saw him talk to the one and only asshole. Hoseok. I stomped towards them, pulling Hoseok back. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked coldly. "Talking to my friend." Hoseok snarled. He pulled himself out of my grip, both of them widening their eyes when they saw me.

"Jin hyung!" "Drop the formality Tae." I said coldly. "My god..." He stared at me, making me feel a little accomplished. "The fuck happened to you?" Hoseok asked. "What you missed in your life. Beauty, youth, and a life." I spat.

Taehyung burst into laughter, while Hoseok turned red from anger. "You look good." He said lowly. "I'd date you." "I would date me too." I said grinning. "But if you don't mind. Tae, there is a school dance coming up you know?" I asked. He nodded vigorously, his hand intertwined.

"Wanna go with me?" I asked. Taehyung jumped up and down. "Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" He yelled. Hoseok growled, walking away when I wrapped my arm around his waist. "You made your friend jealous." I chuckled. "He's a friend. Plus, you're way hotter than him." Taehyung giggled.

I ended up skipping school with Taehyung. He was so cute. Until Hoseok disturbed us. "Why don't you wanna go with me?" He asked growling. Taehyung crossed his arms. "We're just friends Hobi." "But I need you!" Hoseok snapped.

I balded my hands to fists. "Stay. The fuck away. From my boyfriend!" I yelled, punching him straight in his face. Taehyung grabbed my arm as Hoseok winced in pain, reaching for his bleeding nose. "Come on Jin, let's go home." He said softly. I nodded, bringing Taehyung to his home, and dragged myself to my own.

The moment I stepped inside, I noticed Jimin sitting on someone's lap on our couch. I coughed, causing the both of them to look at me. Jimin smiled and waved. "Hey Jin. How was school?" He asked. "Fine. I got Taehyung for the dance, what are you and Jungkook doing on my couch?" I asked coldly.

Jimin raised his eyebrow. "We're making out." He said simply. I shrugged. "Continue as if I'm not here." Jimin shook his head. "You got Taehyung for the dance?" I nodded. "He's my boyfriend. On the first day I already got him. I should thank your small ass." I chuckled.

Jimin pouted. "All thanks to me!" He yelled. "Why didn't you ask me?" He asked. "You wouldn't even go." "Let me finish!" Jimin whined. "Why didn't you ask me to be your wingman?" He asked. "Because, I don't want you to be." I replied.

"Oh, I also punched Hoseok in the face." I said quickly. Jungkook widened his eyes. "Seriously?! You're turning him into a badass!" He laughed. "I already am, unlike you." I chuckled. "Burn!" Jimin laughed.

Every day it kind of went like this. We drunk, passed out, woke up the next day, Jimin gave me a pill, I skipped class, hung out with Taehyung, and went back home to talk and drink. Repeat.

Weeks had passed, Jimin and I became a lot closer. But that was usually when we were both completely wasted like last week. When we... kissed.

I remember drinking so much that I couldn't even stand up straight. Jimin fell onto my lap an just laughed. He leaned on my shoulder and lumped his body down to connect our chests. That was when he pressed his lips on mine.

From what I heard from Yoongi, I kissed back...

The night from the dance had come, and Jimin was even all dressed up for it. He helped me pick a cute, yet badass suit, and chose one for himself too. Turns out he wasn't going to miss all the drama. Yoongi wasn't going, full moon bullshit.

P.JM 🌻

"Why the fuck are you going?!" Yoongi snapped. "It's a god damn full moon, and that means, a lot of uncontrollable thirst!" He yelled. "I know. But I have to go. I don't want to leave Jin behind." I said softly.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You fucking love him, don't you?" He spat. "You are in love with your own fucking stepbrother Jimin!" He snarled. I hissed at him. "I've been feeding him these pills with my venom, he'll do fine."

"You what?" Yoongi scoffed as if he didn't hear me. "You fed him your venom?!" He yelled, hissing loudly. "One bit of vampire blood and he'll be done for Jimin! And since vampires can't detect each other anymore, like we used to, we won't even know who's blood it was! Jin will become a fucking bloodsucking monster!"

"You call me a monster? After all that you did to me, you call me the monster?" I scoffed. "Fuck off Yoongi. I'm going, and that's final."

K.SJ 🎍

I heard the door slam loudly from upstairs. I looked at a pissed off Jimin coming down the stairs. "Who took your bitch tonight?" I asked. "Yoongi fucking pissed me off." Jimin snarled. "Let's just go."

I shrugged, walking outside with him. We went in silence for a few minutes. "What would you say if I loved you?" Jimin asked suddenly. "You and me?" I asked. Jimin nodded. "Probably nothing. We kissed already so that is not a no. You have good lips that's for sure." I chuckled.

A soft blush crept up onto Jimin's pale cheeks. "Plus, you're hot. I don't see why I wouldn't date you." I shrugged. Jimin nodded softly. "M'kay." The next few minutes were silent, until we pushed the school doors open.

I smirked when I saw Taehyung in a cute blazer with golden details. It made his eyes stand out. Taehyung smiled widely when he saw me. "Baby!" He yelled happily, jumping into my arms. Literally. I had to catch him.

I let out a small huff and chuckled. "You look pretty babe." I smiled. Taehyung pressed his lips on mine happily, and I kissed back quickly. "Come on Jimin. I'll leave you behind." I chuckled. Jimin frowned in frustration, moving his body after us.

After two hours, Jimin finally had enough. He pulled Taehyung away from my grip and yelled right in his face. "Don't touch my man!" He yelled loudly. Taehyung widened his eyes as I tilted my head. "What the fuck do you mean, your man?" I asked.

Jimin hissed lowly. "I had enough of you treating him like the one and only! I'm your one and only Jin! Me!" He yelled. "Why won't you love me?" He sniffled. I frowned slightly. "Jimin, you're my stepbrother." I said lowly. "It would be weird."

"You said on the way here that you don't see a reason not to date me. You didn't even mention Taehyung! I have been jealous, so, so jealous of him. He got to kiss you, and feel you, and do things with you that you won't even tell me!" Jimin yelled. "I want that too Jin... I want to touch you and kiss you and say I love you."

I sighed. My heart ached at the sight of this bad boy going all soft. "Jimin, I have a boyfriend." "Fuck your boyfriend!" Jimin yelled. "Me, Jin. I'm here too..." Taehyung frowned. "He is my boyfriend! What don't you understand about that he doesn't want you!" He snapped.

I chuckled. "I never said I didn't want him. If we were never together Jimin was certainly my second choice." Jimin frowned. "There is no second place for me." He hissed lowly.

He peeled at his skin, scratching it until it bled. He took a drop of blood, forcing it into my mouth. I pulled out immediately. "What the fuck?!" "You're mine Jin. I'll make you see that..." He said softly, before running outside.

I shivered of the weird taste in my mouth. "I'm going to talk to him and maybe talk some sense into him." I spat lowly, following him. Taehyung nodded, telling me to be careful and that he might be insane.

"Park-fucking-Jimin!" I yelled. Jimin turned around to me in panic. "Jin... You should go back inside." He said annoyed. "Not until you explain me what the actual fuck happened!" I hissed. The unknown noise that just escaped my lips scared both Jimin and me.

"Jimin..." I growled. "What did you do?" I asked lowly. I widened my eyes, seeing him stare at me with blood-red eyes, sharp fangs, and a bloodthirsty expression. "I made you a vampire Jin, just like me." He hissed. He forcefully tilted my head. "Now that there is still human blood in your body, I'm gonna take it." He growled, sinking his fangs into my skin.

I groaned, Jimin covering my mouth from the screams. My body felt cold as hisses and growls kept spilling from my lips. A boiling thirst roamed in my throat as my teeth painfully stretched to fangs, which were aching to sink into something.

Jimin stopped, realizing no more human blood remained in my body and just the vampire DNA was left. "You're mine. Got it?" He growled, pulling my hair roughly. I hissed lowly. "I'm no property."

Jimin hissed lowly. "I'm still thirsty after a meal. Perhaps your boyfriend will do nicely." He said smirking. "Touch him with one fucking finger-" I sniffed, the delicious scent of pure human blood filling the air. I hummed lowly, turning around to meet the eyes of Taehyung.

He stared at us with fear, his heart beating so loudly. Jimin griped my throat, pulling me against his chest. "Doesn't he smell good?" He asked with a chuckle. I nodded. "Get him then." He chuckled.

I hissed loudly, sprinting towards him when Jimin let me go, sinking my fangs into his perfect skin. Taehyung screamed in pain as I felt his heartbeat slow down, until his screams died with his body.

I could smell other humans coming closer when Jimin pulled me away. "Come on. Let's hunt." He smirked. I nodded eagerly. "Please..." I growled.

Jimin pressed his lips on mine, cupping my cheeks. I forgot for a moment how it felt. His plump smooth soft lips grazing against mine as his body was pressed against my chest. I kissed back, wanting to feel more of him.

Jimin growled lowly. "Such a hot bad boy." I shook my head. "A hot vampire, babe." I growled lowly, smashing my lips against his again. Jimin was slightly taken aback, before kissing back. The night was far from over...

The End

Cliche. But cute.