The casino buzzed with the peppy tracks of pop music, overhead lights flashing blue and purple, as busy cocktail servers and croupiers hogged the event floor.

A stage was set up at a small raised platform at the front side of the huge basement, a band playing some melody associated with the person of honour at the event.

Yoongi coughed briefly and looked over at his husband who was busy trying to click some selfies in the dim lights.

"Can't believe you were the one who asked me to not try and separate the kids." He said putting up a straight face in the selfie.

Hoseok simply chuckled and slapped his husband on the arm.

"It's not what you think it is Yoon," he told him, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips, "There's a whole vibe going on with these four dudes. I can feel it. We're just playing our parts!"

Yoongi furrowed his brows at the vague statement his secret husband made. Playing their part? In what?

"Yah Hobi what does that mea--"

Yoongi stopped mid sentence, catching the wink his husband sent from across the table they were at. It was the signal, the maknaes had arrived.

The two got up from their chairs and walked away in opposite directions, mingling into the crowd.

Yoongi moved to the centre of the casino, right where the pop star was trying his luck with some poker, a host of bodyguards and rich fans of the same, acting as good camouflage.

He observed the two young boys, also dressed in pretty printed suits, talk about happily although the sidekick looked particular gloomy that evening. Yoongi narrowed his gaze at Jimin, finding his dressing sense dimmer than usual, hair disheveled. He didn't participate much in the conversation his friends were having and suddenly Yoongi found himself wanting to know what was wrong.

But this wasn't the right time. He was on a mission his husband planned out. Yes, his husband. He was married now and it was no time to worry about an ex.

The silver head checked his watch. It was about 10 minutes since the three had arrived. It was time to begin.

He quickly dialed Seokjin's number and hung up after a few rings before quickly slipping to the very back of the hall, hiding himself in the dark.

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(A/n: please pay attention to the times mentioned, because some things are going on simultaneously. Thankyou).

7:15pm

"And guess what i did? Yah Jiminah, wanna tell him?" Taehyung nudged the said boy, eyes crinkled in pure hilarity as he narrated a funny childhood story to his younger boyfriend.

Jungkook smiled and looked at the other expectantly, quickly pouting when the orange head shook his head.

"Thanks I'll pass." Jimin let out warily, taking another swig of his drink and looking far off.

Taehyung sighed as well, smile dissipating at his friend's moodswings.

"What's wrong with him?" Jungkook mouthed at the older, looking concerned, " he looked okay until yesterday."

Taehyung shrugged but before he could ask what was bothering him for the 10th time since yesterday, Jimin was already getting onto his feet.

"I'll be back from the washroom." He informed and stormed off before they could let out another word.

"He's being weird," the blonde commented looking after his retreating back, "wonder what's gotten into him?"

A sudden vibration went off from his pocket and he realised his phone had been ringing for a while now.

"Hel- Hello Appa?" Taehyung spoke, trying to raise his voice above the loud music playing in the casino, "Are you okay? I can't hear you!"

A static buzzed from the other end of the line and Taehyung listened carefully before hanging up.

"Kookie, Appa called... Says he has something important to talk about. Uh, can you wait here for me? Find Jimin and stay with him, I'll be back in ten minutes alright babe?"

Jungkook nodded smilingly, his boyfriend coming up to kiss his forehead before the latter left him alone and walked out the front door they had come from.

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7:40pm

Yoongi's phone blinked with a new message, the name flashing "Rich man Kim".

Richman Kim:
7:24pm

Send in the bait.

You:
7:25pm

He's your son Mr. Kim!
Shan't we give him more respect than a fish?

Richman Kim:
7:25pm

Stop fooling around prick.
Where's your boyfriend at?

You:
7:26pm

Doing his job CEO. Peace out man.

Yoongi snickered before quickly pressing a call to someone, letting it ring for a few seconds before hanging up. He slouched back in his chair, eying the doe eyed muscular boy sitting alone at the bar with a pout. He was about to start feeling bad at what they were going to do to him but then he recalled his husband's words.

We're just playing our parts.

"Well then Jungkookie, let's play."

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7:45pm

"Exc-excuse me?"

Jungkook whipped his head from his drink, eyes splaying wide as they fell on a girl doubling over at the bar countertop beside him.

She was holding her stomach, eyes shut tight as she mumbled incoherent curses under her breath. She looked in pain.

"Madam, are-are you okay?" Jungkook tried the little English he had learnt back at school, eyes growing wider in concern as he took in the girl's weakened form.

"No," she quipped holding her belly, "it hurts. Please help!"

Jungkook panicked. He was never put into a situation like this. Where someone was writhing in pain and he was supposed to do something to save them. The first thing that struck his mind was to look for a staff worker.

"Please... Uhm wait, I'll get help." He assured her, turning to leave when she held onto his hand, stopping him.

"No, no staff. Just help me. The washrooms here are too crowded, I need to use one right now!" She suddenly cried out loud, scaring the clueless younger.

Jungkook had no idea what to do. He was here for only a couple of days and didn't know the way around the hotel yet. There could be washrooms in the lobby, but the hotel was too huge and he didn't think he'd be able to find one himself. Even Taehyung had been gone for more than 20 minutes now. Maybe he should ask around...

"Just be quick please," the girl whimpered now holding onto his sleeve , tears running down her cheeks. Jungkook gulped and shook his head.

"Come on, I'll take you to my room. It's at the first floor."

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7:45pm

"Appa! Can you just please get to the point already?" Taehyung huffed impatiently, fingers raking through blonde hair. His father had said he wanted to talk about something important but all he was going on about  since the last half an hour was how to make cinnamon apple pie?

Yes, Taehyung had requested to learn that new tough recipe back home but didn't think his father would chose this time as best to teach him? Over the phone? And wasn't this an international call? It costs a fortune itself!

"And then you add the roasted apples on the top, not before that okay? Because then it's gets all pudgy--"

"Dad!"

"What?"

"I left Jungkook in the middle of a party I brought him to! Couldn't we have discussed this later?"

"Ah come on Taehyungah, you know the best time to learn/teach a recipe is while making it! And I make this pie only three times a year because it takes so much trouble getting all the ingredients. Anyway it's not like Jungkook is going to leave with someone else right? Hahahaha ouch--"

Seokjin almost dropped his phone at the rough nudge he got on his ribs. He regained his composure and smiled sheepishly at Namjoon who glared at him silently.

"Dad. I'm out now. The recipe is almost done anyway right? Just shove the damn pie into the oven and bam! Okay great, I'll definitely bake some for you when I get back. Gotta go for now ba-bye!" Taehyung sing songed from the other side of the line before it went blank.

"No! Wait Taehyung I have this amazing recipe on persimmons-- hello? Hello!" Seokjin eyed the blank screen of his phone before dropping it in his pocket with a sigh.

"Apple pie. Really?" Namjoon pressed his palm on his lips, trying really hard to suppress the laugh but failing eventually.

Seokjin blushed a beet red and hid his face behind his palms.

"I don't know okay? I panicked! Hobi just asked me to keep him busy and I didn't know what else to talk about!"

Namjoon laughed some more before holding the older's arms and removing them from his face.

"Nevertheless, you did a good job. Jungkook has taken her to their room."

Seokjin nodded and dropped his hands, the chilly breeze swaying his blonde locks on the seemingly deserted terrace.
He turned on his feet to look out at the vast expanse of the desert lit up with several bright lights of blues, purples and neons, changing the entire meaning of its landscape. His gaze turned solemn and the younger noticed.

"Joon, I think we're going overboard this time," he said softly, leaning on the parapet to look down at the vehicles whizzing past the bustling streets, " I can't help but think it would have consequences."

Namjoon sucked in some air and leaned his back on the parapet as well.

"Everything we do has some consequence hyung, positive or negative. But that won't stop a father from caring for his children. I can't have Jungkook go through any sort of humiliation I went through. There are already rumours going on around the industry now, what kind of a dad would I be if I did nothing to secure my son's future?"

The blonde suddenly chuckled, shaking his head. Namjoon raised a brow at the expression the older held. It was something vague... Almost contemplative.

"But it's not a rumour Namjoon," Seokjin spoke up after a while, turning his gaze to look directly into his furrowed, confused eyes.

"It's the truth. Your son is into boys, he's atleast bisexual if not gay. Sure, for now you can try and separate him from Taehyung, but can you really separate him from his own self?"

His words floated in the desert air, forming an odd rhythmless reverb before sinking and hitting Namjoon like a truck.

He stood there, flabbergasted as if someone dropped the truth on him like a tonne of bricks. Namjoon didn't even know why it shocked him this much, because he thought he'd known it for a while now. Jungkook liked boys. It was an open secret.

Then why did it seem like it was only now he realised what that meant? His son was gay.

Jungkook was gay.

And there was absolutely nothing he could do to change that. No matter what he did, no matter how many plans he set up to spoil his relationship with men, he couldn't change Jungkook's sexuality.
He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't.

He couldn't protect his own child against the power hungry hyenas in the industry, the ruthless critics who wouldn't let go off a chance to pull them down from the position they deserved, Jungkook deserved. 

He had worked so hard for all this--

Suddenly Namjoon couldn't breathe anymore. It was like the Vegas air was suffocating him, filling his lungs and blocking them out.

"Hy-hyung--" he stumbled forward losing his balance. Seokjin rushed to hold him steady, one hand going around his waist.

"Oh no Joon!"

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A/n: There's a lot happening in the story right now,maybe even difficult to catch up with. I know and I'm sorry :( this story is plot bound and I as a writer don't like veering away from the main idea. Ofcourse There's romance but it's intervened into the plot, just like reality.

The night in Vegas isn't over yet. Stay tuned to find out what was the result of the last "trap" the dads have setup and what will become of the new realization Namjoon had just now?