章 14: CHAPTER 12
The doctor discharges Seokjin two weeks later. The boys went from the hotel, to the hospital, to the hotel again. They made turns because they didn't want to let Seokjin alone during the visit hours. On the other hand, thanks to some files Bang PD sent him, Yoongi could access to their enemies data base. They call themselves The Black Eagles.
"Losers only choose loser names." Seokjin comments. "Let me kill the one that shot me. This one's on me."
He sits on his bed, while Hoseok unpacks his things. Seokjin still can't put a lot of pressure in his left arm.
"I could track their location in Seoul. I'm trying to get inside their private base to locate the gang without being noticed."
Seokjin hums. "Could they track you back if they notice you?"
Yoongi scoffs. "Nobody could ever get inside the Bangtan Boys database for a reason. It only would mean more work for me, because they would try to get rid of me. . . Though I can always get inside again." He mutters more to himself, than to anyone else. "Though stay low will make us a favour in the future, they won't see us coming."
"Mm-hmm, makes sense. How's Taehyung doing? I asked Jimin twice, but he started crying both times. Does he actually broke up with us? He didn't come even once."
"Who broke up with who?" Jungkook enters the room, an apple in his hand.
"Seokjin decided to cut the hookups with a girl. They went on and on for a year. She'll cry her heart out when she finds out." Yoongi winks at Seokjin, smirking.
Only his boyfriends notice the playfulness in his voice.
"Yeah, Joon told me you also have your own love lives. I thought it was a lie, since I've never seen a single hickey in your necks, nor you talk about your girlies." He grins, biting the apple.
"Kiddo, first things first. You call him 'Joon', really?" He judges him, raising an eyebrow. "Second, we never saw your girlies either."
"Old man, Namjoon just gets too long for me. Second, why would you? We're not friends."
"Well kid, same."
* * *
At night, Yoongi finds where The Black Eagles stay. If they put the same attention to their brains as they put in their shooting, they could be leveled as 'too dumb to be good enough' to Yoongi.
"What make us different is that we know the rule of 'no phones in the area'." He laughs. "What a dumbasses. They took us off guard the first time, but ain't gonna happen again."
"Where are those bastards?" Namjoon asks.
"In a hotel not too far away from the one we stayed. They decided to stay close to the crime scene. Dumbasses indeed."
"Did the hotel close its doors after the incident?" Jungkook asks, curiosity sparkling in his big doe eyes.
"Yeah, took them long enough. The moment they couldn't hide anymore what they were trying to protect. Namjoon, should we kill the owners as well?"
"Hey, that's on me!" Hoseok replies fast. "Let me think about the death I'll gift them. Mmm, should it be slow and painful or a shot in their heads? Maybe in their hearts, it hurts more! Yeah! Definitely in their hearts."
Jungkook looks at him up and down. "How can you talk about this as if you were a kid excited to get their favourite candy?"
Hoseok scoffs. "Isn't it obvious? I'm the best shooter for a reason. Shooting people and watching them bleed to death is my favourite candy."
Yoongi smiles and Jungkook scrunches his nose. "I've never met someone like you before. Thank God all your senses keep balanced, if not I would think you're fucking psycho."
"What? Everyone has their kinks."
"Killing people is one of your kinks? I hope it isn't a sexual one, that would be gross." He can't be serious. If I thought Jimin could actually be scary, I don't want to imagine Hoseok. He dresses like an angelical unicorn, but he's ready to stab you with his corn the moment you turn your back at him.
"Guys, can we go back on track?" Namjoon brings their attention to the main topic. "Let me think of a plan. We'll reunite tomorrow morning, I'll let you know the details. Taehyung needs to know the news, I'm going to tell him."
"He's on the balcony." Jimin mutters, his eyes still red. "If the meeting's over, I'm gonna hide under the sheets."
No matter what Jimin does, Taehyung doesn't let his best friend get near him. He just wants his Tae Bear back and snuggle in one of the expensive sofas.
Yoongi follows him, too afraid to let the petite boy grieving alone. They can't let Jimin with his thoughts, not when he tried to kill himself the last time they did.
* * *
"How many times I told you it doesn't do you any good?" Namjoon says, calmly.
He rests his arms on the metal fence, standing next to Taehyung.
"If I die, it won't be because of this." Taehyung inhales and holds the smoke for a few seconds.
"Give me one." Namjoon offers the palm of his hands.
"But you don't smoke."
"Why do you care? I thought you eneded us. Come on, give me one."
Namjoon smiles, already knowing Taehyung's far away from actually breaking up with them. In the past years, Namjoon discovered the best way to bring back their Taehyungie is messing around with the tiger that blurs his mind.
Taehyung takes the last inhale and throws it away. He hopes the air stops the cigarette burning, though he shrugs to himself when he notices he doesn't even care. Nothing seemed to matter anymore these days.
He holds Namjoon's cigarette between his lips and lightens it. Namjoon thanks him, before taking it to his own lips. He does it smoothly and Taehyung blinks for a few seconds.
"How do you know how to do it?"
"Funny how you forget every time, Tiger. This isn't our first time smoking together, and it won't be the last."
Taehyung frowns. "Don't call me that."
Namjoon grins, showing his dimples. "But I like it, it fits you."
Taehyung studies him for a moment. "What do you want? I don't believe you came here to smoke with me."
"I'll think about our new plan. Yoongi found were those bastards are staying. You know, the ones that shot your Seokjinnie. You were worried for him, you even cried. Why don't you go greet him? It will make him happy."
"Whatever. I'm off."
He makes his way inside and Namjoon observes the night view, the ocean not too far away from here. He enjoys how his body relaxes for the first time in weeks with every inhale he takes, enjoying it as it lasts.
* * *
"Why do we have to order dinner? Can't we go downstairs?" Jungkook complaints, following Hoseok to their shared living room.
This hotel offers different suites for the VIP section. They chose the biggest one, where all could stay together. Even if they have to suppress their love because they can't stay away from Jungkook—and the bedrooms aren't soundproofed.
If Hoseok could be honest with him, he would just tell him he wants some dick, he doesn't remember the last time he had one, and all because of him and their fucked up company.
"Let's order pizza. We need to celebrate we're all together." Hoseok smiles to himself, looking over the different types.
"You love them so much, don't you?"
"Huh?" Hoseok raises his head to look at Jungkook. The younger sits too close to his personal liking, but he doesn't move. "What do you mean?"
"There's no one else in this world that matters more to you than these boys, right?"
Hoseok nods. "They're like my. . . brothers?" Ew, please, no. Don't make me say that word never again.
"You would do everything it takes to find them, if one day they disappeared, right?"
Hoseok frowns and moves away. "Are you planning to kidnap them?"
Jungkook shakes his head. "I just want to know someone's opinion about this topic. So, would you?"
"Of course I would. I would never stop searching until I found them. Alive or dead. They mean home to me, I would be so lost without them."
"That's what I wanted to hear. So, can you order a chicken pizza for me?"
Hoseok hums. "Let it be two."
* * *
Jimin soft pants fill the room. One of Yoongi's hands keeps his mouth sealed, while the other keeps stroking his hard cock.
"You're such a good boy, bae."
Jimin lets out another silent moan, shuffled for the elder male.
"I'm so proud of you. JK won't catch us because you're being the best boy."
Jimin nods eagerly at his words. His hand grabs the sheets under him, feeling his orgasm getting closer.
"You're doing great, baby. That's it, let it all out for me."
Yoongi replaces his hand with his mouth. Jimin can't help but let out a pitch low moan when he cums. The black hair boy milks him out, while he swallows all the sticky release.
Jimin closes his eyes, trying to recover his breath.
"Are you feeling better, bae?" Yoongi caresses his hair and his cheeks.
Jimin nods. "I—I needed it. Thank you, bae."
He turns his head to kiss his lips. Jimin opens his mouth and Yoongi slips his tongue in. Jimin can slightly taste himself, and he moans.
"Let's take a shower together before dinner, hmm? I also need your help. Can you be a good boy for me?"
Jimin nods. "But Jungkook—"
"He won't catch us. We can always tell him we did it to shower faster."
"But we've two bathrooms, Yoongs."
"Fuck bae, can you just suck my dick in the shower. Please?" Yoongi begs, pouting.
Jimin laughs for the first time in two weeks. "Whatever you want, bae. I love you."
Yoongi clicks his tongue. "But I love you more."
* * *
Seokjin can't hold himself but laugh at Hoseok's frown along with the pout, while he bites on his slice of pizza. The food he swallows goes in the wrong direction and he coughs, still laughing.
"There." Jungkook pats his back. "What are you even laughing at?"
"Oh, nothing. You would never understand." Seokjin places his own piece down and removes the tears from his eyes.
"Okay. . ." Jungkook says, not slightly sure of what's going on.
"Someone feels betrayed." Taehyung mutters, emotionless.
"No one asked for your opinion, Taehyung." Hoseok reminds him, still mad at him for what he said. He'll stay mad until his lovely Taehyungie comes back.
"Whatever. Keep going without me. I'm done."
He stops on his heels when Jimin calls him.
"Please, stay with us. We can talk about whatever you want and make each other company. Taehyung, we. . . we don't fight during missions. Have you forgotten that, too?" He asks, weakly.
Namjoon takes his eyes off him. His own heart feels heavy at Jimin's broken state. If Jungkook wasn't around, he would hold him between his arms, and stroke his hair until he fell asleep. He can't stand a lot of things, one of them is his Mini getting his heart broken.
Taehyung doesn't even turn around and starts walking away to his room.
"Disgusting brat." Jungkook matters to himself.
He throws his slice of pizza on the box and stands up. "V, he asked you a fucking question. At least answer him, instead of walking away like a fucking brat."
That does make him turn around.
"Excuse me?"
"Why don't you stop acting like a fucking spoiled brat towards your fucking best friends? They're trying so hard to get to you, but you keep pushing them away. For what? Me? Do you really believe I'm the problem? Wake up, dickhead. You're your own problem. Instead of messing around with them and hurting their feelings, try to listen to them. Maybe they can get some sense into you, it's obvious the lack of oxygen in your brain is burning out the only neurons you've left."
He sits back on the sofa. All eyes on him.
"Damn, that was hot!" Hoseok blurs out.
Meanwhile, the only thing that blurs out of Taehyung's eyes are tears. He kneels down, hugging himself.
Jungkook scoffs, ruffling his hair. "Don't tell me he actually has a personality disorder?"
"We guessed you would find out on your own." Namjoon explains.
He holds Taehyung in his arms, the younger embracing his legs on his waist. "No one never could bring our Taehyung faster than you did, Jungkook. Congrats—and I mean it."
He smiles before bringing Taehyung to his room. Seokjin points with his hand for Jimin to follow them. The blond boy doesn't think it twice, before he runs away.
Jungkook let his slice of pizza get cold.
At least he could have thanked him.
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