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Twenty Six

“Come on, Yoonbin.” Taehyung said quietly, picking up the small child and carrying him in his arms.

He walked out of the room and down to the living room, where everyone seemed to be congregated. Namjoon was typing away on a computer, while Jimin and Yoongi talked quietly to each other. Hoseok was loading a gun, counting each bullet meticulously and searching the sleek, black weapon for any scratches.

When Taehyung walked in, his eyes landed on Jin, sitting in a corner and reading a book. The male blushed and turned his gaze to Jimin, sighing.

“Jiminie.” He called. Jimin immediately broke away from Yoongi, who growled lowly in possessiveness. Jungkook chuckled.

“Can I talk to you for a second, Min?” He asked. Yoongi grumbled something under his breath, but nodded, getting up and following Jungkook out of the room.

Hoseok looked up from loading the gun, narrowing his eyes after the pair had left and stood, walking out without saying a word to anyone.

“Who’s that?” Jin asked.

“My son.” Taehyung replied curtly, still not really able to meet Jin’s eyes.

“You’re straight!?” Jin said incredulously.

“No.” Taehyung muttered. Yoonbin turned to Taehyung and gave him a questioning look. Tae raised one hand and signed to him that Jin was a friend of his. Yoonbin nodded, turning and smiling at Jin, waving, before moving his small hands quickly.

Jin turned to Taehyung, questioning.

“He wants to know if you’ll play with him.” Taehyung said. He set his son down, who made a beeline for the other man. Jin smiled down at him, turning to Taehyung once more.

“Is he deaf?”

“Yeah. He can read your lips, and he knows that most people don’t know sign language, so he’ll usually communicate with looks and gestures, so you should be fine. If you need something, just ask me.” Jin nodded and Yoonbin practically dragged him away.

Taehyung then turned to Jimin and sat on the couch beside him.

“I think Jungkook wants to have an orgy.” Taehyung whispered. Jimin's eyes widened, his jaw slacking a bit.

“What!?”

Taehyung giggled. “Pretty sure that’s why he dragged Yoongi away.”

“Holy shit! Does this mean I get to fuck you—“

“Excuse the fuck you, I think not—“

“Like hell, I’ll fucking show you—“

“You’re like...the ultimate bottom, we’ve established this.”

“Bitch things change—“

“Remember what happened last time?”

“Yeah, you were slammed against the wall like a bitc—”

“Jungkook interrupted! I would’ve had you falling to your knees and begging for it, bitch.”

“I think the fuck not!”

“Please!” Taehyung scoffed. “Like you’d ever be able to top me.”

“Fuck, let’s go find out then!” Jimin yelled, grabbing Taehyung and dragging him off. Namjoon took a deep breath.

“I’m still here, you know.” He muttered to the empty room.

-

“So you want to have an orgy.” Hoseok said flatly.

“I mean...come on, you can’t deny how hot it was, with them just kissing. What happens if they actually fuck?”

“But you’re comfortable with that?”

“Why? You jealous all of a sudden? I’d let you fuck Taehyung if you want.”

Hoseok and Yoongi looked at each other, communicating with a quick glance.

“Once.” Hoseok said. “But only to find out who’s more dominant. I know that Jimin and Taehyung have fucked before, and it’s apparent that Taehyung tops between them, but Jimin seems just as determined to assert dominance.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered, closing his eyes. “Imagine Jimin fucking Taehyung and fucking into Jimin at the same time.”

“Pretty sure Taehyung is gonna top.” Hoseok said. “Judging from past experiences.”

“You don’t know that.” Yoongi argued. Hoseok smirked.

“Why don’t we make a bet, then? If Taehyung tops, you let Jimin fuck you. Jimin tops...and I’ll let you try something you’ve always wanted to on me...besides topping.” Hoseok whispered. Yoongi shivered in excitement.

“You’ve got yourself a fucking deal.” Yoongi nodded.

“Good, let’s go tell them.” The three went back into the living room.

But only Namjoon was there. The man looked up from his computer and sighed, rolling his eyes. “Horny fucks went into Jeon’s playroom.” He offered.

They quickly made their way, there. Jungkook opened the door, and the three stopped cold, eyes wide.

“Fuck…”

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