Seokjin politely declined the drunk man's offer, unfortunately the man wouldn't take no for an answer. He ended up getting dragged into the crowded dance floor where thousands of human beings were dancing. The smell of flesh invaded Seokjin's nose.

"Move your body, handsome!!" Joowon was cheering, grabbing Seokjin by the waist.

"Let go of me!" The vampire became aggressive towards him and pushed him so hard, he fell over a couch.

Seokjin knew what he did was wrong, but before regret could enter his mind, adrenaline took him over. The man he pushed was bleeding slightly. The scent of his blood was filling up in the vampire's lungs.

He stormed out of the club immediately, feeling his vision get blurry.

"He's crazy!" Namjoon overheard people talking about a man who had gotten aggressive with someone in the club while he was drying his hands. He got out of the restroom and looked at the crowd of people swarming around Joowon.

"What happened?" He asked. Joowon groaned in response.

"Seokjin." The way he replied worried Namjoon.

"What happened to him? Where is he!" Joowon wouldn't reply, still shocked about what had just occurred, so Namjoon ran out of the club and found Seokjin in a dark alley with something in his mouth.

"Seokjin! Thank God I found you, what did Joowon do to you! Seokjin?" He touched the heated man's shoulder as the other dropped the thing he had in his mouth, growling.

Seokjin was eating a live animal. Blood was dripping out of his mouth. As soon as he came down from his temptation and realized what was in his mouth, the man began
throwing up.

Namjoon himself was gagging at the sight of the dead animal, but he had to attend to Seokjin before asking him anything.

"I can only consume food for less than two days, or else I become very weak and my body
can reject it as food is a poison to me. I'm terribly sorry." Seokjin's body tipped over.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Well... It doesn't matter. I'm glad I know now. Hold onto me, I'll help you get to the car."

The thought of seeing Joowon made Seokjin feel guilty.

"What about your brother?"

"He's not coming along with us. I won't let him near you ever again, I promise." The doctor unlocked his car, opening the door for Seokjin.

"It wasn't his fault. It was mine. I was tempted by so many human beings in the club. I must go back to apologize." Seokjin turned around and got inside of the club. Everyone immediately left the club, or hid behind the bar.

"Sir, I deeply regret the amount of pain I caused you." He helped Joowon get up. Joowon wiped the blood off of his lips.

"It's okay." He was now sobered up, and thought that everything was mainly his own fault.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing to you, my dear. I shouldn't have treated you that
way. Where are my manners? Please forgive me." Seokjin forgave the man, only because he pitied him.

"Hey poser, let's get you out of here." Namjoon joked, wrapping his arm around Joowon and Seokjin's shoulders.

"What did you call me? And why are you separating me from this cutie?"

"Watch your mouth when referring to Seokjin." Namjoon warned.

"Why? Is it going somewhere? Pfft, I doubt that a mouth can just disappear!" He laughs.

"It might not disappear, but it'll turn purple if you don't behave yourself." Joowon didn't pay attention and just faked that he was fainting.

"Joowon." Seokjin helped him up.

"I don't feel too good."

"Neither does Seokjin, but do you hear him complaining?" Namjoon said, walking away.

Seokjin didn't leave Joowon, even though he was already in the backseat of the car.

"Dr. Kim, I'm going to stay guarding Joowon. It's the least I can do after all the trouble I caused him." This took the doctor by surprise.

He allowed Seokjin to do so, but he adjusted his mirror to get a better view of what they were doing in the back of his car. He didn't want to run the risk of Joowon blabbering something inappropriate to the man.

Moments later, everything was silent. Just when things couldn't get any worse, Namjoon saw Joowon kept on touching Seokjin's face, even though the man kept on trying to keep Joowon's hands away from his face. He doesn't like anybody to touch his face.

"What are you doing?" Joowon slurred.

"I'm guarding you, sir. Please remain seated." Seokjin said, without interest.

"You're my guardian angel for the night?" Namjoon listened closer.

"I'm the opposite of what an angel is, Joowon." This made the other man grin, rubbing his hands against his together, in a devious matter.

"So you're going to be my little devil for the night, aren't you?" He seductively spoke, increasing his brother's jealousy.

Namjoon gripped onto the steering wheel, feeling his temperature begin to rise.

"Keep your comments to yourself, Joowon."

For a while Joowon was calm and didn't even say a single word. Namjoon was proud of himself for scolding him.

He was now driving in peace. To him, his brother had already fallen fast asleep from the amount of alcohol he had previously consumed from both the event and the club, so he wouldn't be bothering him or Seokjin anymore.

It was 12:00 A.M. now, so it was darker than when they first left the apartment. Traffic wasn't as heavy like other times when Namjoon is driving, clearing the path for him to get Joowon home faster and get him away from Seokjin.

After the deadly silence within the car, a voice echoed from the backseat.

"Sir, I asked you nicely before." Even though Seokjin's voice was low, Namjoon still heard it.

"What's going on now?" He turned on the light inside of his car and caught Joowon unbuttoning Seokjin's suit, halfway.

"One last time. I'm going to tell you this one last time, and you better hear me! Keep your hands to yourself!" Joowon apologized, retreating from Seokjin. Seokjin was relived and the doctor was more than pissed off. He was getting closer to Joowon's house.

"What about my car? I think it misses me." Joowon asked.

"You can claim your car tomorrow when you aren't drunk." Namjoon slowed down when he was finally near his brother's house.

"We're here." The doctor got out of his car and immediately opened the door for Joowon.

"One last thing before I go." He innocently spoke.

"Alright, just make it quick." The doctor crossed his arms, staring at his brother.

He suddenly ubfolded them and in a matter of seconds then he dragged Joowon out of the car, pushing him aside.

The cause of it? Joowon attempted to kiss Seokjin.

He didn't even turn around to see if his brother had gotten inside of his home safely, he backed away from the driveway and drove off.

~a few minutes later~

"Dr. Kim." Seokjin tried getting the man's attention, but Namjoon was lost in his own anger.

"Dr. Kim..." When the older man spoke up, Namjoon heard him.

"What is it?" Although he was trying his best to answer nicely, he just couldn't.

"I feel discomfort." He just hummed in response to Seokjin.

"It's okay, Joowon won't bother you ever again, my love. Why don't you sit over here next to me?" Namjoon reached out to hold his hand, but the vampire's hands were occupied.

He was breathing heavily.

"It's not that type of discomfort, sir." Hearing that nickname made Namjoon completely ignore the rest of Seokjin sentence.

"That's right. I'm the only one you should be calling sir, not Joowon." He stopped at another red light, getting the chance to pay attention to Seokjin.

He saw him squeezing his eyes tightly.

"Are you alright?" Namjoon turned the light of the car back on, disturbing Seokjin's eyesight.

The man had his hands folded in between his legs.

"Do you need to use the restroom?" The light changed to green, distracting Namjoon from what the man was doing.

He found it strange that he wasn't responding to him anymore.

Namjoon didn't think much of it, he just focused on driving back home safely.

It was almost two o' clock in the morning by the time they arrived to the apartment. Namjoon got out of his car and Seokjin followed behind him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Namjoon kissed Seokjin's head while grabbing him by the waist. The man was walking slow with a slight limp.

His breathing had slowed down as well, as if he wasn't breathing at all. His eyes were darker, and there was a dark sinister grin marked across his face.

Namjoon felt him grip onto his shirt, violently.

"Namjoon, I need you."