[|Out Of Control|NamGi|]

"Let me go."

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Namjoon's breathing is heavy, hands in his hair as he tries to calm himself down. His fangs are out on full display and eyes a dangerous red, muscles pulsing with adrenaline.

All the symptoms slowly fade away as he becomes calmer, taking a long deep breath.

Stupid Yoongi and his words...

Namjoon clenches his fists. If he hadn't escaped to the restroom he would have shown the entire school what he was. His friends would never trust or forgive him.

It's been half a year since he got turned, and it isn't easy to control yourself in a school. Especially not when you try to hold back against a bully.

Namjoon, being the smart kid, of course knew he was going to get picked on by some students. He wasn't a nerd. Just a bookworm.

Sadly, most of the students didn't get that difference. Namjoon indeed wasn't a nerd. Being intelligent had nothing to do with it. And even he was stupid sometimes.

That night, he was stupid.

He was stupid to let a vampire follow him. To let himself become a prey to the immortal. He was young, he was foolish, he made a dumb decision and paid the price for it.

Thankfully, the immortal hadn't left him to rot. He promised to help him, and so the two had a long way gone, and a long way to go.

Though Namjoon was a fast learner, he was slightly stubborn. Ever since his new life, Namjoon had been in puberty. Add five more kids to that and you have the new Namjoon.

Hoseok had a damn hard time calming Namjoon down after a killing spree or an anger outburst. It was like having a toddler.

Even though Namjoon now lived forever, he still wanted to finish school. But, with this new life, even that was going to be trouble.

Namjoon was pushed against lockers, books pushed out of his hands. He grumbles to himself and hisses quietly at the laughing girl, fangs almost sliding out.

"Are you okay?"

Namjoon looks up when he grabs his books, eyes landing on a boy with plump lips, crouching down to help him pick up his books.

"Yeah... I'm fine." Namjoon mumbles.

The boy hands him his books with a soft smile. "Sorry about her. She's a pain."

"I know." Namjoon growls. He snatches the books from his hands and pushes past him, head down as he walks to class.

The boy quickly walks after him. "I'm Jimin!"

"Hey." Namjoon says coldly.

Jimin frowns sadly, his hand resting on Namjoon's shoulder. "Are... you really okay?"

"I'm fine." Namjoon snarls.

"Stop lying." Jimin snaps at him. "I've seen you. I've watched you. Stop lying and tell me the truth."

Namjoon throws his head back in annoyance and scoffs, scowling at the boy who has now blocked his path.

"Who are you to watch me? Another one like Yoongi?"

"No." Jimin shakes his head. "I'm almost like you. Almost... an immortal." He whispers.

Namjoon's eyes snap to Jimin's own, confusion and some sort of anger hiding in them.

"Liar." Namjoon spits, pushing past him once again.

Jimin stays behind with a scoff, not even looking back at Namjoon when his voice growls out a command.

"Stop."

And Namjoon... stops. His body feels like stone, his feet glued to the ground as he turns his head to the innocently smiling boy, who slowly walks towards him.

The smile fades into a frown, and finally, Namjoon can see the golden-colored eyes.

"I'm a controller." Jimin whispers. "I control humans, physically. I also control turned vampires, and in some cases, other controllers."

Namjoon scowls at him. "Let me go." He growls.

"Why should I?" Jimin grins. "I can keep you here until your dead."

"But you wouldn't. Hoseok hyung would kill you and free me." Namjoon hisses.

Jimin shrugs. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. But, young blood, why don't you do anything to protect yourself from the bullies?"

Namjoon scoffs. "I'm still a young blood as you said. One mistake and I'll be out of control." He says lowly.

Jimin nods and sighs. "Namjoon hyung, you need to ask Hoseok how to control yourself better. If Yoongi hyung keeps picking on you, sooner or later, he'll be one returning to you with fangs."

"What does that mean?"

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out." Jimin chuckles. "You're free to go."

Namjoon hisses lightly at him before he rushes off to class, bell ringing just in time as he gets in his seat.

The entire lessons seems to flash before his eyes as he doesn't pay attention. He scribbles in his notebook, the bully next to him smacking his elbow.

"Do the work for me, nerd." Yoongi growls.

"Not feeling like doing it." Namjoon replies with a light hiss, continuing to draw things he thinks off. Most of them being Jimin's eyes and Yoongi's, seeing how different they were.

"What are you doing anyway?" Yoongi whispers annoyed, pushing Namjoon's arm out of the way. Yoongi's gaze turns into a confused frown. "What...?"

"Yoongi and Namjoon!"

The two boys look up at the teacher, gulping at the stern tone.

"Would you rather stay in detention?"

They shake their heads.

"Well, too bad. You know my rules and you overstepped them."

Namjoon's upper lip twitches, feeling the familiar sting in his fangs that are slowly starting to grow. His dark brown eyes glow slightly with a dim red, falling over his eyes in frustration.

He doesn't protest. He keeps his mouth shut and bows his head down, ripping the page from his notebook, forgetting the note on the back...

Yoongi leans back in his seat when the day is over, pen untouched and old teacher asleep on his desk.

Namjoon is already pissed. He feels betrayed and he doesn't know why. The note he crumbled up is hiding on top of the paper trash.

Getting detention is bad. He already texted Hoseok, who warned him. But as usual, Namjoon wasn't ready yet.

There were two people with him. The old teacher, who's blood smelled rotten to him.

And Yoongi, who's blood smelled like the sweetest of candy, making his mouth water and his emerging fangs ache.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as an uncontrollable hiss slips past his lips, causing the rude boy next to him to drown and smack him upside the head, only making Namjoon even angrier.

He stands up from his seat, chair falling back and running towards the window, bumping past the paper trash, making it fall over, and jumps through the window.

Yoongi's eyes widen and he yells Namjoon's name, but when he looks down from the fourth floor broken window, there is nothing to be seen.

No Namjoon, no blood, nobody. Just the glass that fell down with it.

The teacher is still sound asleep, and Yoongi stuffs the crumbled dirty trash paper onto his desk when he notices Namjoon's drawings.

He quickly snatches it from the pile and stuffs it in his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and escaping the classroom, going outside.

He sees it with his own eyes. The glass is there on the ground, but there is no blood, no Namjoon.

As if he disappeared...

Namjoon ran home immediately after he landed, speeding past Hoseok to grab one of the rabbits for feeding, fangs sinking into the soft fur.

"How was detention?" Hoseok asks him, petting the soft fur of their dog. Well, hybrid dog.

This world was full of creatures.

"It sucked. The teacher slept and Yoongi kept blowing into my ear, whining and scolding me." Namjoon snaps. "I jumped out of the window and ran home."

"But isn't that four floors high?"

Namjoon nods.

"What if someone saw you?!" Hoseok yells.

"Yoongi did. He won't be concerned. Hates my guts." Namjoon hisses.

Hoseok sighs when Jungkook pouts, the husky hybrid's tail softly swaying back and forth.

"I know it's rough, Namjoon-"

"No you don't!" Namjoon yells. "Yoongi is someone who doesn't deserve to live! I wish I could just rip his heart out!" He hisses loudly, bloodied fangs bared in frustration.

"Why doesn't he deserve to live?" Hoseok asks.

"Because he doesn't care for anyone but himself."

Back home, Yoongi's eyes are wide with terror, the back of the paper being scribbled on with handwriting that clearly wasn't Namjoon's.

The information had Yoongi shiver in either excitement or fear...

In a clumsy hurry, Yoongi picks up his phone with shaking hands and calls the first person he thinks of.

"Yeah?"

"H-hyung..."

"Hm?"

"I... I just... Vampires are real..." Yoongi stumbles over his words.

"Funny joke." Seokjin growls. "They've been extinct for centuries."

"I'm not kidding!" Yoongi panics. "The... The boy I like... he's one..."

"Stop whining like a little bitch and say what you want to say!"

"Kim Namjoon is a fucking vampire and Jung Hoseok is still alive!" Yoongi screams.

There is a deep silence, but for Yoongi's quick ragged breathing, nothing else is heard.

"What did you just say?" Seokjin asks lowly. His voice is deep and filled with rising anger.

"J-Jung Hoseok... he's alive..."

Yoongi flinches when he hears something shatter on the other line, Seokjin's angry screaming roaring through his ears.

"The little bitch!" Seokjin yells. "He faked his death..."

Yoongi whimpers a soft yes.

"And you said your crush is one as well?" Seokjin growls.

"Y-yes, hyung..."

"Perfect." Seokjin says with a smirk. "Get him to turn you. We'll take the revenge I've longed for..."

Yoongi's eyes widen in fear. "R-revenge?!"

"Oh, Yoongi." Seokjin laughs darkly. "Didn't you realize that after all these years, I am a vampire as well? Hoseok, the bully I told you about, is the vampire that pulled my fangs. So let's get him back."

Yoongi doesn't know what happened, but when Seokjin vaguely calls out the name Taehyung, he feels a surge of pain and anger run through his veins.

It doesn't stop. His grip tightens around his phone, gritting his teeth when the rage burns into his blood, head thrown back in pain as he drops his phone with a loud scream.

His eyes glow up in an icy blue, hair swirling from his black color into a dark blonde, heart pumping faster and faster until electric shocks begins to eradicate off his body, growing bigger with every heartbeat.

The electric shocks pulse off Yoongi's body with a last scream, hitting everything around him as the lights flicker and the power shuts down, house black with the sunset through his windows.

Yoongi pants as the glowing shocks die down, the only light, being his eyes and the sun.

"Yoongi..."

With shaking hands, Yoongi picks up the phone.

"Hyung."

"How do you feel?"

"I... I feel... powerful." Yoongi voice is shaky, filled with uncertainty and fear as he looks around. He's lucky his parents are out of town.

"Perfect."

Yoongi can hear the phone being moved, landing in someone else's hands.

"My name is Taehyung." A deep voice says. "I've turned you into a controller. Immune to a vampire's tricks."

Yoongi stays quiet, lifting his hand slightly. His skin is paler, almost brighter as shocks pulse off his fingertips.

"Than why did electricity-"

"It happens. My ability is pain, that makes my power swiftness." Taehyung cuts him off. "Your ability is sense manipulation. When feeling a certain emotion, your body will send out shocks of electricity. Like lightning."

Yoongi sighs. "And how will this go with school?"

"Just be you. It'll adapt to you."

Yoongi nods and hums. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now, try to keep clear of anger. It activates our power the most."

Yoongi nods and mumbles an okay, before hanging up and staring at the note.

If Seokjin wanted revenge, and... this thing he is now exists, then what else is hidden in this world?

The next day, Yoongi's new hair attracts a lot of unwanted attention, even from Namjoon.

The younger huffs in annoyance when the bully approaches him and pins him to the lockers.

"What do you want-"

"When were you going to tell me that you were a vampire?" Yoongi whispers angrily, hands heating up.

Namjoon yelps out in sudden pain when his wrists burn, noticing the small electric pulses coming from his fingertips.

His eyes are wide with fear. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi pulls him away with him into the private teacher's restroom, locking the door and growling at him.

Electric pulses erupt from his body, making the young blood's eyes widen in fear.

"I read the note." Yoongi growls. "Not only are you a vampire, but also is Jung Hoseok alive and healthy."

Namjoon yelps when Yoongi slams his hand next to his head at the wall.

Since when did Yoongi look taller...?

Yoongi suddenly towers over Namjoon, the younger shrinking in fear, eyes flashing red as his fangs bite into his lip.

"I-I... I-"

"You what?" Yoongi snaps. "You're sorry?" He laughs. "That isn't what you are."

Namjoon trembles and shakes, bloodthirst rising in him when Yoongi's cold lips press against his ear.

"You're a bloodsucker."

With a heavy body, Namjoon nods. Tears well up in his eyes, hugging himself as Yoongi's lips move down to his neck.

"You want to be here. Where I am standing, fangs ready to bite into your prey." He growls. "Destroying the tender delicate human skin."

Yoongi gently sets his teeth in Namjoon's skin, first softly, then biting down harder and harder until Namjoon gasps out in pain.

"So. When were you going to show me what you truly are?"

Namjoon looks up at him, eyes red and fangs ready to attack, yet holding back when Yoongi laughs pathetically and moves away.

"Of course. Secrets, secrets, secrets." He chants. "It's all this world is, isn't it?" He scowls bitterly.

Namjoon sniffles, tears slowly leaking from his eyes over to his puffy cheeks.

"H-how... I threw it a-away..." He sobs.

"You knocked the trash can over. I picked up your drawings to take a closer look and hoping to find homework on the back, but instead found a note, written by your one and only caretaker after you killed your parents. A bit cliche, isn't it?" Yoongi growls.

Namjoon looks down. "I was thirsty..."

"Of course you were!" Yoongi snarls. "And give me one reason why I should not end you right now." He threatens.

Namjoon feels closed off, claustrophobic... It's as if his breath is caught in his throat. His breathing gets heavier, tears building up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

"Please... stop..." He begs.

Yoongi scoffs. "And why should I?" He growls.

"Why do you hurt me?!" Namjoon cries.

Yoongi's eyes soften, confusion written on his face. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon takes a few deep breaths, the closed feeling fading. "Why... why do you hurt me?"

"Hurt...?"

"You bully me!" Namjoon sniffles.

"Bully?!" Yoongi yells. "But Seokjin hyung said this was the way to get to someone you like!"

"Clearly he was wrong- wait..." Namjoon looks up at him. "Someone you like...?"

Yoongi looks away from him with a sigh. "Yeah..."

Namjoon gulps nervously. "You... you like me?"

Yoongi nods, avoiding eye contact with the vampire, who slowly stands up. "I... I do."

Namjoon can't help but smile slightly. "No one... has ever admitted they liked me before..." He mumbles.

"And... what do you think of it?" Yoongi asks softly. "Because currently I'm shaking on my ego."

Namjoon giggles softly. "It's flattering." He replies.

Yoongi stays quiet, heart raising. "Would you - even though I understood it wrong - want to try a relationship with me?" His voice is shaky, nervous.

Namjoon looks down at his nervous figure, smiling when their fingers graze against each other.

"You bullied me... But for my own sake and that of Hoseok's, I'm willing to give it a try."

Yoongi's face lights up happily, looking up at Namjoon, who smiles. It was a quick action. A hug, it shouldn't mean that much, but for Namjoon, it was a big step.

Skinship was a thing he had tried to avoid, and with Yoongi within fang's reach, his mind blacked out, fangs aching, his hands gripping Yoongi's arms roughly and sinking his fangs into his skin.

Yoongi's eyes snap wide open, a loud scream erupting from his throat when he feels Namjoon sucking at his skin, blood pulling away from his veins.

Electric pulses from his body hit Namjoon's skin, attempts of his own body to protect himself, but Namjoon's body seems immune to the pain at the state he's in.

With every simple suck, Yoongi feels his energy fade, the electric shocks dying down, as well as Yoongi's eyes.

The pain lessens, and slowly, Yoongi tilts his head further for Namjoon to have more space to bite.

Yoongi's electric pulsing energy is gone, leaving the boy human, until Namjoon pulls his fangs out roughly and immediately sinks them into his wrist, cutting it open.

Yoongi gasps when Namjoon forces his wrist against his lips, the blood spilling to his chin.

"Lick it up." Namjoon hisses. "You can't be mine, if I'll be left alone. I'll live when you're in your grave."

"Y-you're... turning me?"

"Yeah." Namjoon growls. "My first boyfriend should also be my last."

Yoongi wraps his lips around Namjoon's wound, sucking at it. He wants to be together with Namjoon. Even if that means to never die, he will live with the boy he loves.

The windows break, and Hoseok looks up from his book with surprise and a raised eyebrow with a sigh when he sees who stands in front of him.

"I thought you gave up on finding me. Why did you come back?"

"You fucking know why!" Seokjin yells. "You ran! You fucking ran from me and you left me! For what?!"

Hoseok sighs deeply. "I had a problem."

"And was that me?!" Seokjin yells. "Was our marriage too hard for you to keep...?"

Hoseok looks up at him. "Of course not. I still love you."

"Than why did you leave?" Seokjin sniffles, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I fixed what hurt us... No one will hurt us anymore. Seokjin, I've done bad things in the past, you know that, and I fixed them. I sat out my time in jail and went back a free man, but when I came back home, you were gone..." Hoseok says sadly. I tried to find you, but I couldn't... So I went wild. I raged in heartbreak and turned a child. From that day on, I took care of him as if he was my own."

Seokjin frowns. "I really thought you were tired of me. I... I wanted to start over. A human life, I thought. But it never happened. No matter how many times I pulled my fangs, no matter how much blood I spilled... I couldn't forget about you."

"Baby..." Hoseok whispers sweetly. "I love you. I always will. Things just went bad for us for a while. But... we can leave it behind."

Seokjin nods. "Yes... We can."

Hoseok stands up and takes Seokjin's hands in his own, kissing his plump lips sweetly. "I really love you."

"And I love you too-"

"What the fuck do you mean?!" Namjoon voice laughs through the hall, door slamming closed.

"What I said, he really thought that hitting someone was showing them their love!"

Seokjin frowns at the voice and crosses his arms.

The two chattering boys look up at him, and Yoongi gulps when he sees the angry red eyes.

"I-I..."

"No, no. Go on. What else did I teach you about punishments?"

"Punishments?!"

"Yes. Punishments. Because that is what I was talking about. You were so busy with that crush of yours that you switched it into love." Seokjin scolds.

Yoongi looks at Namjoon for help, biting his lip with his newly grown fangs.

"H-he was just distracted, sir!" Namjoon says quickly.

"I know. Showing love is not hitting them or ignoring them. Loving someone is willing to go through fire for them. To give up your own life." Seokjin growls.

Yoongi looks down. "I... I gave up my human life for him."

"Than that's love." Hoseok chuckles. "Now go on, Seokjin and I have some things to discuss."

Namjoon quickly takes Yoongi's hand and leads him to the back yard, helping him to feed on the rabbits, their hybrid puppy watching them with a soft pout.

With a smile, he curls up and goes to sleep soundly, knowing that his owners were all going to be just fine.

[|\THE END/|]