💝Thunder💝

Seokjin's POV

"Namjoon?" My little sister asked to her boyfriend. "Yes, noona?" Namjoon replied, smiling widely with loving dimples. "This is my older brother, Seokjin!" She said happily. Namjoon looked at me, bowing politely. "Pleased to meet you Seokjin hyung."

I bowed back at him. "Likewise Namjoon." Namjoon wrapped his arm around my little sister's waist. "Your sister is an amazing person Seokjin hyung."  I chuckled softly. "I know. It's interesting she went for someone younger than her. She usually likes men who are older and... tougher."

Namjoon scoffed softly. "I have a bit of muscle under the shirt, but I don't blame her." He chuckled. "Misook?" I asked. She looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah?" "Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked.

"Sure!" She hopped to the kitchen, me walking after her. "Why did you bring such a hot guy in the house?!" I whisper yelled. Misook pouted. "Why? He's my boyfriend."

Ouch...

I forgot about that one small very important detail. "Oh... right." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry. I'll leave you two to it." I said softly, rubbing my arm. Misook was about to say something when Namjoon peeked his head around the corner nervously.

"Hey... Seokjin hyung? I accidentally broke the TV remote..." He said nervously, biting his lip. I blinked a few times at him, bursting into laughter. "You... You're kidding, right?" I asked laughing.

Namjoon sadly shook his head, holding up the TV remote which had been broken in half. I stared with my mouth agape, sighing after. "Thank my own brain for buying one extra." Namjoon smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry hyung."

I shook my head, opening the drawer under all the cool K-Drama movies. "It's fine. Now that I know you're clumsy, I can be prepared for the next visit." I smiled. Misook laughed. "Oppa! What makes you think we'll visit you? Maybe you'll come to us." She smiled.

I chuckled. "Who knows? All I know is I'm not letting him closer to my kitchen. Before the stove catches fire." Namjoon chuckled shyly. "Sorry." "Don't worry about it." I smiled.

That is how it went every day. Sometimes I went visit them, other times they visited me. It always ended up worse than I hoped. That warm feeling in my tummy spreading all over my body when he smiled, spoke, or even moved.

The very small but very important detail is though: He is my sister's boyfriend.

It's been half a year. Half a year of torture and crying myself to sleep. Today we were going to the city, on my sister's request. Today was the day that I should get that giant weight off my shoulders.

I walked with my hands in the pockets of my jeans, my heart already beating faster with every step. My bike was safely parked for if I had to race away from embarrassment. You never know...

I hesitantly approached Namjoon, who already sat down on the bench. "Where is Misook?" I asked. Namjoon looked up at me. "She was going to get her purse or something so I had to wait here for you so you wouldn't get lost." He replied.

I couldn't laugh or joke. The weight on my heart was pushing on my lungs. What if he rejects? What if he tells my sister? What if we break the friendship that we have?

"Namjoon... I..." I sighed, taking a deep breath. Namjoon tilted his head. "You what?" "I like you Namjoon." I spilled, my body tense and ready for rejection. Namjoon stared at me for a bit before looking away.

"I'm going to imagine I never heard that."

Another ouch... I looked down at my shoes and nodded. "That's what I was expecting to hear... But-" "Oppa!" I turned my head immediately to my sister's voice. I could only beg and pray that he would keep his mouth shut.

I sat down while Misook let herself fall between us.  "It's so nice to see you two getting along! Especially since you have to go into the army next year oppa." Misook said pouting.

I looked down as Namjoon looked at me in shock. "Next year?!" He yelled. Misook nodded. "He is 27 already!"

(For if you don't know yet, in Korea you are already 1 at your birthday, so In Korea you are 1 year older at New Year as well. Which means that with a little math you get to find out your age as well. Short resume: Seokjin is 26 in the rest of the world, and 27 in Asia. Which means if he becomes 27 here, he becomes 28.
Asian men at the age of 28 must go into the army, meaning Yoongi has to go soon as well.

This was a long explanation.)

I nodded slightly. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around Misook's shoulder, causing Namjoon to do the same. He kept looking in front of him, listening to Misook's talking while he pulled my hand back slightly, intertwining them.

I widened my eyes slightly, looking at our intertwined hands. Namjoon bit his lip nervously. Did he reject or accept me?

I hesitantly stood up. "I'm sorry Misook, I just thought about work, and they asked me for today. I'm sorry, I have to leave." I said quickly. Namjoon frowned sadly, for a moment he seemed to regret his decision and words. Just a moment.

Misook pouted childishly. "Couldn't you have remembered earlier?" She whined. I chuckled and shrugged. "Sorry, I really am, but money won't come to me itself." Namjoon nodded slowly. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as if he was thinking deeply.

"I'll see you two later. Have a great time together." I waved them goodbye, walking to my bike. I put my hand in my pocket, when it wasn't there anymore. My key was gone!

I bit my lip, panicking slightly. I looked around on the floor, seeing it nowhere. I walked my way back, checking every stone tile on the way, but I couldn't find it. I guess it was stolen. The way home was too far to walk home.

Thank god Namjoon and Misook were still there. I was about to step forward to them when I picked a line of their conversation.

"Why not though? He will survive the army training and the upcoming wars. You won't have to lose him in any way!" Namjoon complained.

I heard Misook scoff. "And is this because you like him or because you actually care for his well-being?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Seokjin oppa can take care of himself, and if he dies during a war than he will die with honor."

I gulped. I don't want to die yet. Misook didn't seem to care... Namjoon growled. "Come on! You know just as well as me that we want him to stay. Why can't you just agree?!" He snapped. "I'm tired of this fake relationship that we have to put up for your brother just because you think he's worried! Just because I turned you by accident gives you no right to drag me everywhere like I'm your servant!"

Turned her? I blinked cluelessly at them, my mouth agape ready to say some broken words when both of them noticed me next to the bench. "O-oh! Seokjin hyung... How long have you been standing there?" Namjoon asked nervously.

"Turned her? Fake relationship? If I die in the war I'll die with honor?" I balded my hands to fists. Misook gulped nervously. "O-oppa..." "I came back to ask if one of you two had seen my keys anywhere, but considering that I'm not important to you I'll just take my leave then." I spat, immediately turning my back to them.

"Hyung, wait!" Namjoon called out. I ignored him, continuing to walk. "Hyung!" He yelled again. I growled. "What?!" I snapped. Namjoon panted, catching up with me. "Please... Let me explain..." He said in between pants. I scoffed. "What is there to explain? I'm walking home, no matter if it will take an hour." I spat.

Namjoon sighed and rolled his eyes. "There is a lot to explain. Misook's out on a hunt, so we can talk. I have a car, so I'll take you home." He said lowly, taking my hand in his. I pulled it away immediately. "First you reject me, then you say that you can take me home and explain a fake relationship, why should I even go? Plus, I have to go to work." I complained.

Namjoon shook his head. "You have no work today, if you had a phone call from work it would be in the calendar before we even arrived. The rejection was an emotional conflict, so please listen and come with me or walk home in the storm." He said growling.

I sighed. "Fine. Just because I don't want my clothes to get wet." I growled, walking after him. How does he expect me to accept him after he rejected me and 'turned' my sister, who apparently doesn't care if I die?

Namjoon let me into the passenger's seat while he took place behind the wheel. With his clumsiness I wonder if I should even let him ride. A silent ride, that's how we spend the hour.

The rain trickled down from the windows as the radio silently played in the background. It was very comforting... relaxing. We got out, when suddenly the sound of thunder rung loudly in my ear. I yelped, jumping at Namjoon's side. I unknowingly cuddled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

It was fast. Namjoon gently stroked my hair, taking me inside. Another thunder roared through my ears, causing me to only hide myself further in Namjoon's chest.

He let me rest on the couch, while I clamped myself to his jacket. "Stay..." I whimpered. Namjoon smiled slightly. "I wasn't planning on leaving." He said softly. He sat down beside me, laying my head on his lap. He sighed. "You're too sweet... I don't want to lose you. Misook doesn't seem to understand this." He growled.

"Misook and I pretended to date so you weren't worrying about her. She is too possessive for me. I made her the way she is now and as an apology I worked out in a lie to help her with you." Namjoon explained. "I don't like girls anyway. I rejected you because I thought it was what Misook wanted. I'm older than her and I hate calling her noona."

Namjoon sighed. "I felt my heart run a marathon when I saw you. When I heard you talk it only became worse, and the more I saw you and got to know you, the more I began to love you. If you would say that you like me again, I would reply with a kiss on your sweet lips." He paused, smiling slightly. "I accidentally turned your sister half a year ago, I wished it was you."

I looked up at him. "What o you mean turned? You keep saying it like I know what you mean." I pouted. Namjoon looked down at me, a shaky breath slipping past his lips. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. It's like a horse that can talk."

"I know a horse who can talk." I said pouting, crossing my arms. "Really?" Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow childishly. I nodded. "My friend, Hoseok. He is as wild as one and as fun as one." Namjoon burst into laughter. "You are something Seokjin."

He took a deep breath. "I can show you, but if I do, I probably won't see you as a friend anymore. I'll see you as a prey. A meal for my fangs to nibble on like a simple cookie." He said softly. I tilted my head. "Fangs?" I asked. Namjoon nodded. "I'm a vampire Seokjin, and it hurts to tell you that."

I gulped slightly. "So... my little sister is one as well?" I asked. Namjoon nodded again. "I'm so sorry, but she seems to be more possessive than I thought she would be." He chuckled slightly. "Show me." I said lowly. Namjoon stared at me as if I had lost my mind.

"I'm going to try and kill you Seokjin, I might even try to claim you!" He exclaimed in worry. I shrugged. "I fell in love with you, and the real you is who I want to see." I said, crossing my arms. Namjoon his breathing hitched slightly, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "I'll understand if you'll hate me after this." He whispered.

I gulped, watching with my own eyes as his skin began to get paler by the second, his eyes filling up with a bloodthirsty red and fangs showing themselves to me as he licked his lips. "I never picked up your scent this way. It smells good." He hissed lowly.

"Joonie..." "That's hyung to you, Seokjin." He chuckled. I sat up, yelping when a sudden flash of lightning struck through the curtains and the sound of thunder colliding not even a second later. I didn't care if he was a vampire, I needed someone warm and comforting.

Misook is still outside... Oh my god... "Misook is still outside!" I yelled suddenly. "Hey, relax baby, Misook is fine. We're vampires and basically undead. We won't get hit by the thunder, in fact, we love how it rules the sky." Namjoon whispered, stroking my hair.

I looked down. "Tell me how it rules the sky..." Namjoon chuckled, a bit more friendly than the other dark smiles or chuckled that I got ever since he showed me him. "Of course baby." I blushed slightly at the nickname, feeling my face heat up.

"Thunder and lightning are like a man and his wife. They dance in the sky, expressing their love through the raindrops of the past, the light of the future, and the loud crashing of conflicts. Eventually, they will all be together again, as sunshine will break through the dark clouds. The dance they perform in the sky is more beautiful than anything once you see the stars with it. The light twinkles showing the many mistakes they've been through just to be here in that moment. One star, is one mistake. One mistake, is one victory. They rule the sky, to show their journey. The path of life. Nature shows this, and it will show us more."

I smiled slightly at Namjoon's story. It made the thunder slightly less scary.

"The loud noise that you are afraid of are the man and wife fighting. Conflicts, in every word a meaning, in every fight a goal. But they always make up again. There is nothing to fear when a power outage or fire gets caused by this. It is nature's way of saying: I'm here. Listen to me, and learn." Namjoon said smiling.

I sat up, hugging my own knees. "The husband and wife seem so angry right now. I wish I was there to solve it." I said pouting. Namjoon chuckled and kissed my lips gently, biting my bottom lip with his fangs, causing me to yelp and pull away. "Ouch..." I whined.

Namjoon chuckled and smiled. "Sorry, it's a habit." I laughed softly. Namjoon sighed and stood up, moving the curtains slightly open. "At nights like these, vampires dance. We celebrate something. It doesn't matter what. Life, a partner, a good hunt. We love to dance in the rain, to let the past drip from our skin to the ground like we let it slip past and move on." Namjoon said smiling.

I looked outside with him. "Why don't we then? I want to dance." I said softly. "Do you want to? In the thunder?" Namjoon asked, taking my hand in his. I nodded. "As long as you stay with me." I replied. Namjoon smiled. "Always."

Namjoon was about to step outside when I stopped him. "Don't you need a jacket?" He chuckled and shook his head. "We don't get sick. Neither will you." He said smiling, pulling me outside in the pouring rain.

I pushed my own body against his, shivering slightly at the cold. My clothes were already soaked and my hair was covering my eyes almost. Namjoon smiled, wrapping his arms around me. "Focus on me, okay?" He said softly.

His hand led me further back, eventually to a place where no one knew where, a few minutes of walking behind my house. I yelped again when the thunder crashed loudly. Namjoon shushed me smiling. "Focus on me. And me only." He whispered. His red eyes stared into mine as his hands wrapped around my waist.

I nodded slowly, letting my arms rest around his neck. Namjoon pecked my lips, smiling as he led. As if it was imprinted in my mind, my body moved with him. His eyes were full of magic at that moment. No worries, no thirst, no lies. This was him.

Dancing in the rain, soaked from the wet tears falling from the sky, a smile on his face as he felt the cold wind breeze through his clothes.
He was the one without a jacket, not me.

He seemed fine- no. He seemed perfect. He had no worries. At that moment, everything around me disappeared. The sound of loud crashing thunder was barely hear-able as my eyes connected with Namjoon's.

It was him and me.

Namjoon pulled me closer to him, placing his lips on mine again. "I love you, Seokjin." He whispered, caressing my cheek. A smile pulled at the corners of my lips. "I love you too Namjoon."

"Will you forgive me?" He asked softly. "For what?" I asked. "I... I want to claim you. I want to turn you. To make you mine and to show everyone that you are." Namjoon said softly, laying his head in the crook of my neck. I simply nodded. "Do it..."

Namjoon smiled. "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded again. "Yes. I love you Namjoon. I want nothing more than to be yours." Namjoon smiled widely, hesitantly tilting my head to the side. The rain tickled my skin as it dripped down.

I felt Namjoon caress it lightly with his fangs, before gently pushing them in. I bit my lip harshly to contain my screams, when Namjoon held my hands tightly. "It's okay..." He mumbled. "Let it out."

A scream escaped my lips shortly after, the pain being harsh at the most vulnerable time. The rain pricked in the wound as I felt Namjoon drink my blood, letting me tightly squeeze his hands.

After a few short minutes of unbearable pain, Namjoon pulled his fangs out of my skin, rubbing the wound gently. It stung really bad. I bit my lip, tears rolling down from my cheeks, camouflaged with the rain.

Namjoon bit into his wrist until blood trickled down from the delicate pale skin. "Let me claim you..." He whispered. I nodded, smiling happily. Namjoon wiped some of the falling blood on his fingers, holding it in front of my lips. "Drink it, please." He said softly.

I licked the blood off it without hesitation, causing Namjoon to smile wider than I've ever seen him do. "Bite into my hand if it hurts too much, I understand the pain." He said softly, pulling me into a hug.

I gasped, holding my breath when I felt my body hurt tremendously. The hot and cold burned on my skin as it felt like my veins had stopped pumping blood in my body. I felt weak, no energy left in my body when it went back up in a strange form of adrenaline and thirst, which hung at my throat.

My gums stung heavily as I shut my eyes tightly of the sudden sting. It was as if my eyes weren't hydrated for minutes and I had to close them, but I couldn't. That's how bad the sting was. I yelled in pain, clawing at Namjoon's back. "It hurts! It hurts so much!" I cried.

Namjoon shushed me calmly, rocking my body back and forth slightly. "It's okay. You're beautiful." He whispered. I felt my teeth stretch out painfully into sharp murderous fangs, which ached to sink into someone's skin. I hissed softly, slowly loosening my grip on his shirt.

Namjoon smiled. "You're beautiful, and I love you." I smiled. "I love you too. But I feel like I'm starving." I whined. Namjoon chuckled and tilted his head. "Bite in then." I sniffed slightly, his blood smelled so good...

I leaned mt head to the side slightly and bit into his skin, causing Namjoon to groan of surprise. His blood tasted so good... It was sweet, and yet bitter. I was the perfect kind of warmth together with the magical taste that caused it to tingle on my tongue.

Namjoon held my waist tightly, smiling widely. I continued to drink the tasty substance until the sting in my throat disappeared, the bloodthirst going away with it. I stared into Namjoon's eyes as he stared back into mine.

I placed my lips on his, biting into his bottom lip gently. "I love you..." I whispered softly. Namjoon tightened his grip on my waist. "I love you too, Kim Seokjin. I love you so much..."

The End

Too bad! But it's too sweet, it's too sweet, it's too sweet! It's too evil.

I got the wings cap with the two rings and I'm so happy!