The moment they stepped into Vegas, it was different.

The air had changed into one with a lighter undertone, the concrete under their shoes no longer grey nor were the sounds any familiar to Seokjin, yet the feeling could be described as nothing but - exquisite.

As the four vacationers (more like men on a mission) stood outside the LAS Airport waiting for their pre ordered cab, a long double storeyed tourist bus wheeled along in front of them. On the top roofless storey stood a petite woman dressed in a furry white bikini and rabbit ears, matching microphone in hand as she advertised her workplace, which was probably a high end hotel cum casino. Her squeaky voice blared from the speaker as she bend over the top to address the newly arrived visitors.

"Hello and welcome to literal heaven in the desert my lovely guests! Why, such pretty faces! looks like the city is going to gain some shine when the night really settles here in Vegas huh? Why wait then? Hop on ladies and especially the gentlemen... And psst, don't worry about being gentle tonight, afterall what happens in Vegas , stays in VEGAS!"

The newly arrived visitors hollered in joy, some even hopping onto the pre-booked bus while the rest stood back, accepting pamphlets and flying kisses from bikini clad girls, whilst indiscreetly checking them out.

"Hah... Is that a saying here?"

Seokjin raised a brow and looked over at Namjoon, who looked a tad bit relaxed himself. The 14 hour flight was exhausting but the vegas vibe did lift their spirits instantly.

"Which one?" Namjoon asked back, side eying his handsome company.

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?"

Namjoon shrugged at the question, hands slipping into his pockets.

"Let's find out."
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"Welcome to Cape Oasis Sir!" The neatly dressed receptionist chirped from being a long golden counter, flashing a red lipped smile at them.

"Booking under the name Mr. Kim." Namjoon spoke casually, placing an ID card on the counter.

"Yes Sir," The lady confirmed, manicured nails clicking on the keyboard, " there's a reservation for two suites?"

"Shit!" Namjoon suddenly cursed, making Seokjin look at him in worry.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to book those two a room!" The younger said, pointing at Yoongi and Hoseok who were busy taking selfies against the huge artificial fountain at the middle of the hotel lobby.

"But she said there are two suites?" Jin asked again, confused.

"Yeah well, one was for me and the other one for you!"

Jin let out a small oh before going back at staring at his shoes. He was feeling slightly awkward being in such an extravagant place, moreover he was dressed too plain even unlike his nephew and his boyfriend who were sporting Hawaiian Tee shirts. They didn't match the surroundings but were still blending in but him? He surely looked like someone shoved a stick up his ass.

"Are there any extra rooms here around ma'am? I have additional guests." Namjoon tried but sighed when he was reminded that the hotel took only pre-booked customers much like everywhere in Vegas.

"But since you booked two delux suites, you can share one with another person without extra charges," she informed making the other hum in acknowledgement.

Namjoon turned to look at the fidgety older and furrowed his brows, noticing something was off.

"What do you think hyung?"

"Huh? About what?"

"Will you share a room with me?"

Seokjin remained silent for a few seconds, contemplating the offer. He didn't mind sharing a room with Namjoon of course. They were both guys and good friends and all. But why was he feeling shy all of a sudden for no reason?

"Well?" The other prodded gently, waiting for an answer.

"Uh... Can't we just check out some other hotel-- whoa."

The blonde half shrieked, stumbling back as a forced suddenly pressed on his head pushing him down behind the counter.

"Namjoon what--"

"Shh," the other shushed him, chest and faces only inches away as he held him close, "quiet."

Seokjin looked up at him with wide eyes, heart suddenly accelerating in its cage. He couldn't move, he tried but just couldn't. It was like time stopped the moment he was held by this man ,his soft hair almost touching his face, tickling it, the familiar expensive cologne filling all his senses.

He choked, realising something but was quick to push it aside.

"What's wrong?" The older managed to whisper, prying himself off of the other who was also quick to let go.

"Look there," Namjoon said pointing near the exit and Seokjin gasped.

It was Jungkook, clad in beach shorts and buying something that looked like banana milk from the hotel pantry.

His back was turned towards them and he appeared nonchalant so it was safe to assume he hadn't noticed them yet.

"That's why we can't leave this hotel," Namjoon whispered still eying his son's movements, "it's where they are staying. We have to be careful."

Seokjin nodded in understanding. They were here to keep an eye on their children and find ways to break them up again. Ofcourse they couldn't leave this place. There was no second option.

"Okay then, let's get out of here before they catch us wandering around," Seokjin whispered back and was about to stand up before he was pulled back down.

"Now what?" He whisper-snapped, feeling his cheeks burn for an unknown reason. Thankfully the other was too preoccupied to notice it.

"Your son..." Namjoon trailed off, eyes widening in his sockets as if he saw an alien. Seokjin followed his gaze and stilled at what he saw.

Jungkook, the popular ripped playboy of the school, was nestled in the arms of a dainty but manly looking blonde, enjoying getting back hugged like a blushing bride.

Taehyung only chuckled, placing a small kiss on the side of his neck which made Jungkook press his back more against the others chest.

The funny thing was that they were dressed as usual. Jungkook in all black and Taehyung in all sorts of colours. The scene was rather perplexing, especially for the father who was so sure about his son's preferences until a few seconds ago.

"I... Don't understand this?" Namjoon let out confused, making Seokjin giggle girlishly.

"See,I told you. You don't know my Taehyung." He said faking pride but internally squealing at how cute they looked together. Seokjin could already imagine how Jungkook would look dressed in all white.

"Pfft, my bad I expected better from Jungkook." Namjoon scoffed, finally standing up when he saw the couple walk out the exit. Seokjin followed shortly, a small frown settled on his lips.

"What do you mean 'expected better'?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes before walking upto their luggage and wheeling it over to the elevator.

"I didn't expect Jungkook to be a bottom , is all." He said dryly making Seokjin scoff defensively.

"Why would you say that? What's the problem with bottoming? It's just a preference isn't it?" The two entered a capsule elevator which was currently empty but for the two and Seokjin turned to slightly glare at his company.

"No I mean, " Namjoon started, trying to find the correct words to phrase his sentence without sounding like an ass, " I mean I'm sure Jungkook is straight and all this is just a phase in his life. He likes girls and I've seen how he likes to control them... Make them dance on his fingertips. I didn't expect him to become a puppet himself, chasing after some guy for attention."

Whoops. Not sounding like an ass, huh?

Seokjin remained silent but you could tell he was pissed at what he heard. Suddenly the power in the hotel went to standby and the elevator came to a sudden halt startling the both of them.

"Hyung, the power is off." Namjoon said looking around the small space for an emergency button. There was none.

"I can see that," Seokjin spat, still quite pissed and now even more irritated that they were stuck because he just wanted to sleep after the long exhausting flight. Namjoon noticed the sudden change in his demeanor and couldn't help but gulp slightly.

"Hyung... Are you upset with me?"

A few seconds passed and he got no answer making him feel anxious.

"Hyung say something... Did I say something wrong? Inappropriate? I'm sorr-" Namjoon stopped abruptly when a huge palm pressed itself on his mouth, a set of firey eyes glaring into his own.

"Do you hate all bottoms?" The blonde's voice came out different. Unlike the usual high pitched tone he used. This was huskier, sounding somewhat... insecure?

Namjoon furrowed his brows and thought about his question. Did he hate all bottoms? No... Not really. He wasn't homophobic or anything. He was only disappointed his son didn't turn out to be what he expected. It didn't have anything to do with other men who liked to bottom.

The taller simply shook his head in negative, unable to speak with the palm still pressed against his mouth. He saw Seokjin relax as he removed his palm before turning back to face the metal door.

"Good," he said lowly.

"Wh-why would you ask that?" Namjoon wasn't sure he'd receive an answer but was shocked when he did, right when the lights came back and the doors dinged open.

"Because I wouldn't mind being one."

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