a/n are there even thunderstorms in korea???? ty to all the subscribers and @the two ppl who commented...i hope u find 20 dollars on the ground tmrw 

Sehun couldn't help but tease Jongin. Sometimes he made it too easy. And that was especially true right  now when Jongin was practically jumping out of his skin everytime there was a clap of thunder. He was hunched on the floor, near tears, his bottom lip trembling a little. He clutched one of Chanyeol's numerous plushies tightly to his chest. He was even wearing one of Chanyeol's hoodies, the too-long sleeves swallowing up his hands. 

"Poor Jonginnie. Chanyeol hyung is not here to let you sit in his lap," he said, mimicing the tone of baby talk. "And no Kyungsoo hyung to sing you a song and make you forget about the loud scary thunder either."

" you, Oh Sehun," Jongin said through gritted teeth, although the effect was not as strong as he might had hoped for considering the fact that he was currently sitting on the living room floor, hugging his knees to his chest.

Sehun might have gone too far. No one was home. He was bored. And Jongin was really fun to tease. But he might have gone to far, he conceded, when Jongin finally shook off his paralyzing fear long enough to run into one of the bedrooms and slam the door shut. Feeling a little bad now, Sehun got up from the couch. He knocked on the door lightly before trying the door knob and finding that in his haste, Jongin had forgot to lock the door. He felt even more bad when he witnessed the pitiful sight within. Jongin was curled up on the bed and even under a blanket and several pillows, Sehun noticed that he was still visibly shaking, perhaps even harder than before. 

"Jongin," he called out softly, approaching the bed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things even if it was only a joke." 

"Go away," was the muffled response. 

Sighing, Sehun burrowed underneath the fortress of pillows and blankets to put his arms around Jongin. The other boy was awkwardly stiff in his arms, but he soon gave in and relaxed one he realized that Sehun wasn't going anywhere. After a while, Sehun decided that he was glad that the hyungs were not home. Jongin was so warm and soft and perfect lying in his arms, his tearstained face pressed against the crook of Sehun's neck, breathing deep breaths to calm himself down. Sehun couldn't help but kiss Jongin. It was a thousand times more irresistable than teasing him had been.  In the dark underneath the blankets, he kissed Jongin. It was the lightest brushing of lips, almost accidental. Except for he deepened it, tasting and taking all without a sound of protest from the other. This was the most natural thing he had ever done like it was meant to be. 

Sehun was glad that the hyungs wre not home yet. That Chanyeol wasn't here to make stupid jokes and do dumb gags to make Jongin laugh until he couldn't breathe and that Kyungsoo wasn't there to rub Jongin's neck and whisper comforting words in his ear. Instead, Sehun was the one comforting Jongin, making him forget about the thunder, wth gentle kisses and bruising grips. 

Later, when the other members came home, they found the two maknaes fast asleep, lets tangled together, and lips still touching. 

- the next morning -

"I still can't believe you cried last night," Sehun remarked, before taking a sip of orange juice. 

Jongin glared at him over his toast. " you, Oh Sehun."