章 4: CHAPTER 2
The next day, Seokjin walks in the living room with Bang PD, followed by the newbie. The boys study him for a minute, too busy to say their greetings. He had his right arm full of tattoos and black long hair, matching his silver lip piercing. Based of his choice of clothes, his favourite colour is definitely black.
Bang PD claps his hands together, announcing he's about to speak. "Introduce yourself, kid."
JK keeps his poker face. "Jeon Jungkook."
Namjoon glances at his boyfriends. Some of them still stare at their new roommate, while others keep their gaze down.
Yoongi lets out a loud yawn.
Namjoon fights the urge to roll his eyes and gets closer to Jungkook. "I'm Kim Namjoon, but you probably know me better as RM. I'm the leader of this team. Welcome, Jungkook."
Namjoon offers his hand and the new boy takes his moments to look at him, from head to slippers. The leader is about to lower his hand, but much to his surprise, the black hair boy ends up shaking it, not hiding his smirk.
Namjoon turns around to face his boyfriends: they all keep the same resting face, looking around the room, as if they were the ones seeing the flat for the first time.
Namjoon knows adapting themselves to JK—and JK to them—won't be easy. He didn't expect a big reaction from the boys, but right now he wishes they could be more opened minded and welcoming. At least today. At least while Bang PD watches them.
"Work can't wait for me any longer, kids." Bang PD shakes his hands. "Oh, I almost forgot! Jin, check the mail I sent you."
Seokjin frowns, crossing his arms against his chest. "What about our week off?"
Bang PD chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just take a look, you'll thank me on Monday."
"Sure." He fakes a smile, hiding his fists behind his back.
Bang PD has everything it takes to ruin Seokjin's day. He almost believes his boss does it on purpose. Nevertheless, he keeps telling himself every time that he's just being paranoid.
"JK, behave. We'll meet next week, boys."
Bang PD disappears behind the main door.
"I'm Seokjin." He doesn't spare a glance to the new member, as he lets himself fall on the sofa. Jungkook nods. "Why he always do this to me? Does he hate me? Is he jealous or something?"
"Of course he is. You're great, hyungie." Jimin pats on Seokjin's head. He avoids caressing his hair, even if his body tells him is the right thing to do. He could always play with Seokjin's hair later, when the new boy let them alone.
Much to Jungkook's surprise, the blond boy's voice didn't have a bit of sarcasm. So they actually are a lovely-doby family, disgusting.
"Take a seat." Namjoon addresses to Jungkook, pointing the single white-cream armchair.
The black hair male throws his bag carelessly on the floor and sits down. He takes his time to study the boys better, and his eyes stop on Jimin. He shifts uncomfortably and Jungkook smirks again, using his tongue to play with his bottom lip's piercing.
"Newbie," Yoongi almost yells, catching his attention. "Just call me Suga."
Namjoon sends him a warning look, but Yoongi only stares at him.
All the boys introduce themselves—without Jungkook muttering a single word. Seokjin's the first one to address his attention to him again. "By the way, did you eat breakfast? I can cook you something. Usually Suga and I prepare the meals."
Jungkook snorts, standing up. "No, thanks. I can cook my own meals. I don't need a daddy to take care of me, so don't get in my business."
The elder doesn't even blink, studying the new boy. "Don't you ever dare to call me that again. We have just met, don't ruin it."
Jungkook smirk doesn't leave his face, making Seokjin's blood boil. Before he can take that smirk away from him, Namjoon stands between them. "Hey, he only wants to help. If you say another offensive comment to one of the boys—"
"What? Will you fire me, leader?" Jungkook mocks, tilting his head. "I'm not here to make friends, so don't even try it."
Namjoon clenches his jaw. "You won't get any reaction from me, nor the boys. We don't want to fight with you. We don't want more trouble. We belong to the same team now, you probably know what that means, right? You're our family and we're yours."
Namjoon's lips are in a fine line, staring at Jungkook's soul. No one messes with one of his boys, less this brat that nobody knows where he comes from.
"If you don't like us, stay low. We'll do the same. Something tell me the feelings are mutual. We didn't ask you to come here neither, so keep your disgusting comments to yourself." Yoongi carelessly states.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. "Don't you have anything better to do than lecture me? I'm not afraid of you, I could end each one of you right here, right now. So, smoke."
He sits down again, keeping his eyes glued to the window. He can break their bones if he wants to, but he's smart enough to know it won't be a good move. His mind replays his conversation with Bang PD. He's self aware is this or. . . He shakes his head. It's not worth worrying about something it may not even happen.
Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok made their way upstairs, not wanting to hear Jungkook's comments anymore. Namjoon followed Seokjin into Jungkook's new room, as they still had to prepare it for him. Even if they didn't want to, they had to welcome Jungkook the way he didn't even deserve.
Meanwhile, Yoongi keeps his ass on the sofa.
"Do you think you're better than us, kid?"
"Maybe." He leans his body forward, keeping his elbows on his thighs. His smirk disappears, his eyes becoming slightly darker. "I'm not a kid. Be careful Suga, or you may wake up with all your fingers broken tomorrow."
Yoongi nods to himself. "Mm-hmm, but six against one doesn't sound fair for me." Yoongi fakes a pout and stands up, heading to the stairs. "Oh, here's the first rule kid." He lowers his head, near Jungkook's ear. "Stay away from Jimin."
Yoongi's deep voice sends shivers down Jungkook's spine, but he keeps his face unbothered. Even if he can hurt them, they're the best team in the best mafia company in South Korea. They must do something right. Still, it's not reason enough for JK to be scared. As if. What a bunch of idiots.
When Jungkook's completely alone in the living room, he heads to the kitchen. He opens different cabinets, not minding to put the food in its place after taking a look. He grabs a new pack of biscuits and comes back to the living room.
Wide eyes watch how Jungkook lets a lot of small crumbs paint the white cream sofa. He throws the pack on the floor once it's completely empty. He lays down, his arms beneath his head, ready to take a nap. Taehyung runs to his room, locking the door behind him.
"Nasty boy! He just ate a whole box of my favourite biscuits, on the sofa, and didn't even have the kindness to clean it! Ah, and he threw the box away!" His face becomes completely hot, moving his hands up and down in disbelief.
"At least he recycles." Hoseok shrugs, offering him a small smile.
"He threw it away on the floor." Taehyung shakes his head. "Seokjin will kill him."
* * *
Seokjin didn't kill Jungkook. He had read and made the boy memorise their rules, while the younger rolled his eyes, sighing every now and then. JK didn't come out of his new room until dinner time.
He keeps his head low, playing with his food and taking small bites every so often. He only raises it when Namjoon speaks up, the others too busy eating to even start a conversation.
"Jin, where are you going?"
"To my office. I want to read Bang PD's email before eating dinner. I know myself too much to know I won't do it if I stay. I'll come back later."
Seokjin walks to his own office, a few doors away from the kitchen. He has a few emails, but only opens the one from Bang PD, not really paying attention at the other ones until Monday. He rests his head on the table, groaning. They definitely can't have more than two free days in a row.
A serial killer in Hawaii killed more than ten people in less than a week, all of the victims stayed at the same hotel. Seokjin promises himself he'll contact the owners tomorrow, hoping the hotel closed its doors for a few weeks, or at least until they catch the murders. Bang PD believes the criminal belongs to one of the organizations sending death threats to the Bangtan Boys, though Seokjin swears the whole gang acted in the murders. A single person couldn't have killed ten people in less than a week, one by one, without people noticing anything out of the ordinary, in the hotel.
* * *
Hoseok's hand finds Taehyung's under the table. He softly intertwines their fingers, as they wait for dessert. Yoongi fills six bowls with icecream. He gives his least favourite to JK.
Hoseok's soft fingers caress Taehyung's honey skin so gently, it tickles Taehyung. He giggles and bites his lower lip, earning a weird look from Jungkook and a warning stare from Namjoon.
They can't risk it.
It isn't worth it.
Jungkook plays with the sweet ball melting in his mouth, eyeing the brunette boy in front of him from head to chest. Can't he stop giggling so disgustingly? The fuck is wrong with him?
"Suga Mushy, I want more icecream." Hoseok complains.
Yoongi reminds him he hasn't taken the first bite yet, while Jungkook chokes on his own. Hoseok offers him a glass of water, but he completely ignores him, turning his body to a side. It takes him a good ten seconds to recover.
"Suga Mushy? You all can't be serious, only if people could hear you they would stop being so afraid of you. Unbelievable how you dared to call me kid." He shoves a big piece of icecream in his mouth. "Maybe I just opened the path to my own death joining you." He scoffs and whispers to himself, "As if I had a choice, anyway."
Namjoon opens his mouth, but Hosoek speaks first. "I can also find a nickname for you."
Jungkook wrinkled his nose. "Didn't you listen to me? I'll pass. Besides, have you seen yourselves—"
The door of the kitchen slumps shut, cutting him mid sentence.
"Yeah, every day in the mirror." Seokjin finds an empty seat between Jungkook and Namjoon. The leader frowns at the state of his boyfriend. What he wants to say to Jungkook slips away as smoke, as his brain fulls itself with questions for Jin. "Changing the topic, guess where our next trip will be."
"Maldivas!?" Jimin's eyes almost pop out. "I don't even remember the last time we went on vacation all together—all together as a team."
Seokjin sighs. "We won't go on vacation, Jimin. Hawaii's our next destination. A group of freaks decided to spend their free time killing innocent people in one of the most luxurious hotels. How can anyone be this stupid? They're dead men the moment we step our feet there. Also, guess who Bang PD picked to help me with his case? Dora. Why Dora? Out of every person in this planet. Why Dora?"
"Who's Dora?" Jungkook asks, playing with the melted icecream in his blue ocean bowl. When the room stays silent for too long, he looks up, all eyes on him. "What? I don't care about you, I'm just a curious person."
He actually doesn't care, but Dora can't be worse than the Suga Mushy conversation. A shiver runs down his spine, Hoseok's voice echoing in his mind. I would rather spend my days with those psychos in Hawaii.
"She's Namjoon's e—enemy. Namjoon's enemies are our enemies. While Namjoon's friends are our friends. . . Ugh, whatever." Seokjins face gets in contact with the cold marble.
An uncomfortable silence floats in the air, while Jungkooks keep hitting his spoon against the bowl, as he tries to eat the remains. The boys promised they would try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but neither of them knows how much will it last with Jungkook living among them.
It only takes a word, an action, to literally show their true selves to Jungkook. Even if the boy hasn't been around the whole day, doesn't mean he's blind. To the Bangtan boys—even with his stupid and useless comments—looks smarter than he shows.
Hoseok breaks the ice, asking a very genuine question. "Hey, if we get to stay in that hotel, can we at least use the pool? We must enjoy our time at last. "
They stare at him as if he went mad. "What? Guys, it's almost summer! We need to get this Vork done."
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, the words slowly leaving his mouth. "Vork?"
"Vacation and Work!"
Everyone in the kitchen loudly eye-judges Hoseok's idea.
Everyone less Yoongi.
Yoongi smiles.
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