There's not an inch of Jimin's body that did not ache the following morning.

His arms.

His spine.

His legs.

His damn head.

Shit, even his fucking cock ached like a bitch.

But that's something that didn't really terrify him so much when he woke up from his deep slumber.

No, that wasn't it.

It was the fact that when he woke up, his wrists were tied by fucking hand cuffs to the bedpost.

Naked.

Completely naked.

It didn't hit him instantly the current state of his nudity, or the bodies lying on the huge ass bed around him, but once his vision began to regain some of his sight - best believe he had a second where he lost his fucking mind.

Him.

Jeongguk.

Taehyung.

Woosung.

Taemin.

Minho.

Are on the same fucking bed.

And some more naked than others.

Jimin eyed slowly every single one of them, breathing in their skin and motionless bodies sprawled out either on or against each other in complete slumber.

Did they-

What -

Okay.... No, someone has to remember.

Yeah, someone has to know what the fuck happened because this is not FUCKING OKAY!

So, trying to maintain himself calm, Jimin nudged the first person that he knew would not freak out completely when they wake up to this scene.

With his foot, since his wrists are fucking tied, he nudges Woosung's bare abdomen by his feet - at least not entirely naked and with an underwear on. A small twitch nudges his eyebrows, but he didn't budge awake. So Jimin kicks his shoulder, harder this time, making a groan escape his lips.

With an eye roll, Jimin hisses, "Woosung!"

The man grunts under his breath, slapping Jimin's foot, "I'm tired dude."

"If you don't wake the fuck and untie me, the only tiredness you'll have is screaming while I shove my foot up your ass. Now get up!"

Woosung whines under his breath annoyedly, but then suddenly tenses up after hearing the words 'untie' and snaps his head up, eyes peeling open but immediately shuts it close by the brightness of the curtains igniting his face.

Just then Taehyung, beside Jimin, turns to his side and snuggles to his body and buries his face against his neck adoringly.

If only he knew what the fuck waits for him when he wakes up-

"Jimin."

Jimin snaps his head to Woosung, seeing him leaning up with the support of his elbow, looking over the bodies with eyes widen before settling it to Jimin - gawking immediately to his hands tied with the bedpost.

Quickly and carefully peeling himself off the bodies latched onto him, specifically Taemin, and moves to the other side of Jimin - respectfully not looking over his nudity - and unties his hands.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

Jimin takes in the question, trying hard to think of any moments of last night that could give a bit of clarity to what happened, but literally all he remembers is taking a hit of the hookah pipe and thinking he passed out asleep after that.

Guess..... Not...

"No," Jimin whispers, rubbing his wrists once they were released, "Do you - DUDE!"

Woosung jolts to Jimin's sudden shriek, placing a hand to his throat - where Jimin is pointing to - eyes widen, "What?!"

Jimin was at a loss of words, lips moving in hesitation, "Y-You have marks."

"Marks? Like hickey marks?"

"No," Jimin eases a hand over to his skin on his throat, wincing to when Woosung flinched to the touch, "It literally looks like someone was choking you to death - Do you remember what happened last night?!"

Woosung's eyes are wide in horror, sitting there for a moment with reluctant eyes before slowly shaking his head, "No....Not going to lie, before the ecstasy, I was high as fuck, so I don't remember shit the second I stepped into the club."

That's right, they took something.

Well, ecstasy.

Shit.

That sure Jimin remembers broad as daylight the powder drilling his nose.

"Are you in pain?"

"Yeah," Woosung on cue winces when he moves his arm, looking over the bodies on the bed, "Do you think we..... Did we-"

"I really don't want to think of the possibility that we did," Jimin immediately cuts him off, "Where are we by the way? Does this place look familiar?"

Woosung carefully looks around, sliding off the bed but when he stood up right but he had to place a hand on the bed by how his legs nearly gave out at that moment to the sharp pain on his spine.

Both of them with eyes widen glance at each other.

Please, for the love of whoever out there, let them not have fucked.

Jimin only face palms himself, knowing very well that the second everyone wakes up it's going to be a fucking mess -

"Jimin?"

Spoke too soon.

Rigidly Jimin turns his head to his boyfriend, who's laying on his back beside Taehyung, eyes wide open and looking over the scene before looking at Jimin.

And the panic in his eyes was anything but calm.

Immediately Jimin tried to reach over to Jeongguk to calm him down, but in the process of attempting to do that, Taehyung also fluttered his eyes open. Right as Minho in his sleep rolled to his side but ended up rolling off the bed, to which he dragged Taemin's leg - that was tangled with his - and slide half his body off the bed.

Well, what a way to wake everyone up.

Woosung was out of the room by the time that happened to figure out where they are, leaving Jimin to have to deal with - well - everything else.

"What the fu - Oh shit - Wait!"

Taehyung shoots up, but immediately squeaks with hands to his head as he eases back to the bed. A strong pinch forces to Jimin's head from his own headache at that same time, however he pushes it through to take Taehyung in his arms to his chest and rests his cheek to the crown of his head.

This headache is only going to get worse without a doubt.

Minho perked his head up from the ground, eyes swollen from sleep and hair a mess as he squints over the bodies slowly waking up from their sleep.

And he suddenly groans, "Did we fuck?"

Jeongguk evidently cringes to the words, sitting up but immediately yelping and laying back down.

Everyone snaps their eyes to him, seeing him whining with a hand rubbing the lower end of his spine.

"I feel like I just got beaten up," Jeongguk whimpers, rubbing his skin, "What happened? I don't remember anything and - Where are we? How did we get here? Wait, where's my phone?!"

Where the fuck are their phones?!

They all looked around, except for Taemin, who painfully sits up and rubs his arms- him being another one who's completely nude like Jimin and looks over the bruised marks over his wrists - as though he's been cuffed or squeezed tightly in restrain.

What the fuck....

"Okay, so before I freak out," Taehyung mutters with hands still to his eyes, letting them fall to glare over at them, "Can someone explain what the hell happened?!"

That's the thing, they are all thinking of that same question.

What the actual fuck happened last night?

They don't know.... They can't remember.

Anything.

A single detail.

"Okay let's not freak out," Jimin immediately chimes in, noticing how Jeongguk is starting to obviously panic to himself, "First let's find our phones and -"

"You mean these?"

Woosung is back into the room, holding a Ziplock bag

With all of their phones - smashed and destroyed.

You've got to be joking -

"Okay everyone, first let's state how we are feeling physically," Minho tried to calm the elevating intense atmosphere, "Anyone feeling pain from anywhere?"

They are all literally in pain from every inch of their bodies.

Even their dick and ass.

Not a good sign.

"Okay, who here has marks?"

Jimin, Taemin, Woosung raised their hand.

What the hell -

"I was tied to the bed when I woke up," Jimin informs, making Taemin furrow his eyebrows bewildered, "Not going to lie, I feel like I was physically beaten up and I would know how that feels like."

Jeongguk immediately began to panic again, but probably worse than before, "Oh shit, did we get ambushed? Did someone kidnap us and -"

"Bambi," Woosung mutters, face palming himself to ease his headache, "Please shut up."

"How the fuck do you expect me to be quiet when - Oh God, what if we had sex? Did I cheat?!"

"Buddy, we're literally right here too," Taehyung gruffles with a hand rubbing his temple, "If you're going down, so are we."

"Enough panicking," Taemin huffs, snapping his eyes to Woosung, "You came from outside, anything you know of our location?"

Woosung swings on a random shirt from the ground, that was Taehyung's from last night actually, and crosses his arm over his chest, "We are at a hotel connected to the club. Called the front desk and they said this guy named Ten checked us in. Assuming he got us here and the crew was at the club, they must've made sure to keep us safe - as their job."

"So they must know what happened," Minho concludes, the three diving deep into what feels a professional meeting - making the other three just awkwardly glance at one another.

Woosung shrugs, "Can't even call to make sure since our phones are busted."

"But knowing Kai, he will double check to make sure we are safe."

Jimin perks his head to the familiar name, but clearly the three bosses weren't focused on them.

Minho nods back to this, dragging himself to his feet but flinches and just crashes to the bed, groaning to the sheets, "I'm going to fucking end myself."

It was silent for a moment, right before Jeongguk quietly whispers, "What if we all fucked?"

No one responded back for a while before Woosung shrugs, "I honestly wouldn't be surprised if it happened."

"Wouldn't be surprised?" Taehyung exclaims, easing away from Jimin's arms, "Out of all people, you and I are the last pair in this room who gets along!"

Woosung eyed him for a moment before humming with a sarcastic smile "I don't know, I found your feistiness a bit hot."

Taehyung was just about to grab the vase by the nightstand and swing it at him, but Jeongguk latches onto him with a glare to Woosung.

Jimin just glances between Woosung and Jeongguk, shaking his head.

They're so fucking alike that it's creepy.

With heavy sigh, he sits up, "Can you three give me, Jeongguk and Taehyung some time alone for a bit? See how you guys can talk to Ten and see what happened."

There are clearly things the three of them need to talk about alone, especially with what happened last night. So they need this chat, before they lose their fucking mines.

The three mafia bosses cautiously look over to them and wordlessly agreed. Taemin ended up taking a robe from the bathroom and wraps it over his bare body while Minho took Jeongguk's jacket and swung it over his body, the three leaving the room with the door closed shut.

And Jeongguk didn't waste time to face them, the horror still filling his eyes, "Guys..... What if we did all fuck? I'm..... I'm not a cheater. I'm loyal. I'm a loyal person I promise -"

"Bun, we know that," Taehyung assured him calmly, placing a hand on his bare shoulder, "We stuck by each other's side for four years, don't think we'll separate over a misunderstanding. Besides, we were all part of it, so we're equally at fault."

That didn't seem to have made Jeongguk calm down, but it did ease him a little bit to say the least.

Not enough.

"So," Jimin whispers, glancing at them, "Let say we did end up doing it.... What does that say about our relationship?"

The other two remained silent, sinking in over Jimin's words.

Perhaps a bit too deeply.

So Jimin leans back against the headrest of the bed, "I'm just going to set things clear right now that from my head, I don't have any serious romantic or sexual attractions for them. Whatever happened last night is not a liability to our conscious state. My only focus and care is this relationship."

Taehyung chuckles drily under his breath, "You sure are while dancing with Taemin the way you did last night-"

"Oh don't even start with me," Jimin cuts in, eyes narrowing venomously, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it when he was pounding against your fucking dick."

"Did you enjoy Minho gripping your neck as he grinded your ass against the wall?"

"Maybe I did."

"Then perhaps I enjoyed Taemin making me a submissive bitch."

"Okay guys stop," Jeongguk mutters, laying down on the bed with a frown, "So... Now what?"

Their hands subconsciously found each other's in the midst of this conversation, gently holding and rubbing against each other in ease.

And it helped feel as though they're still connected.

Even if they are upset.

"Well, I hope you both know that I don't want this relationship to end," Taehyung mutters under his breath, "We don't know for sure of anything that happened yet, but I want for us to remain strong for whatever the outcome may be."

Jeongguk's fingers lazily interlaces his fingers with either Jimin and Taehyung, closing his eyes to the soft touch, "What are we going to do about the bosses?"

"Easy, we just avoid them and -"

"Stop trying to act tough Taehyung," Jimin huffs monotonously, "We all know deep down it's easier said than done."

Taehyung was going to retort a snarky remark back but fell silent, knowing himself he can't argue against that.

And he lowly whispers, "We will never be able to detach ourselves from them, right?"

"I don't think we can," Jimin says back, laying his chin on his knees when he brought them to his chest, "Even if we wanted to, we'll find our way right back to them, and them to us too."

Jeongguk remained silent for a moment, suddenly sitting up slowly, plopping on his elbows against the bed, "In that case, we all should sit down for a meeting and make rules."

Taehyung snorts to this, "Talk about being diplomatic."

"No, I'm being serious," Jeongguk is now sitting in front of either of them, "If we can't stay away from them, we have to set some boundaries with all of us together. We are in a relationship, and we should be protecting it instead of risking all of us ending up in another fucking orgy!"

"Another? Okay we don't know for sure-"

"Let us think the worst case scenario so when the truth is out, we won't be either too disappoint or be fucking happy!"

Jimin tried not to smirk to Jeongguk's snap, rubbing his knuckles to ease him down, "Okay, relax baby," He whispers calmly, "You guys are making it sound like we're in a dysfunctional poly six relationship."

"Well that's how it fucking feels like!" Jeongguk huffs, running his free hand through his hair, glaring to the ceiling, "I trust you guys, I trust them too since they tried to keep us safe and risking their own lives for it, but I don't trust all of us together."

They can't deny that.

They all have far too deep layers between the six of them, and some habits just die hard.

Without proper restrictions, they are only going to fall in a constant and repeated cycle together.

And their relationship would only drown along with it.

Guess you can say they care enough about one another to do what it takes to stay and protect this relationship.

So with that being said, they came to a consensus.

Dressing up in whatever random clothing they can find from the floor, theyexit the bedroom to the living room.

And their entire body stopped mid step.

This living room.

A once nice, beautiful, perhaps even clean living room - now is completely trashed.

Pillow feathers scattered everywhere.

Wine stains on the rug.

Shit ton of whips and hand cuffs -

Where the fuck did that even come from?!

"We got a bit of information about last night."

Slowly they look up from gazing at the mess, seeing Woosung walking over a flipped coffee table with a tablet in hand.

He looks at the three of them, a strain smile on his lips, "And you guys are not going to like this."

Woosung flips the tablet, showing them what seemed to be a street camera.

Showing a recording.

Immediately Taehyung wanted to be buried to the ends of this Earth.

Six bodies are spotted running down the street, howling and screaming, while it also shows familiar glimpses of faces chasing after them.

Woosung's Little Suicide squad, along with faces they have not seen before.

But one face is clear, and that's Yeonjun chasing after a Jimin while yelling out with his whole chest.

"Don't run away from me Jimin! I'm a master at playing Tag!"

In this same clip Woosung is seemed tackled down by one of the girls in the run after him, hands to his neck to keep him secured on the ground. But at that moment Taehyung tackled her off him and dragged Woosung away while the boss was laughing the whole time.

In this same clip is seen Jimin finally getting kicked to the ground by Hongjoong, yelling at him to stay away from his boyfriend, before cuffing his wrists to keep him still.

To which resulted with Jeongguk carrying Jimin away as his rescue.

How the hell did the cops were not called after them?!

The three gave different disbelief reactions while Woosung turned the tablet around, "Felix stopped by briefly and said they checked us here because we were too unstable to go farther away. He took the phones - saying Ten destroyed them because it was essential since we were doing..... Risky things - to hopefully fix it at the empire and gave me this in return - which is a mix of street and lobby cameras to show a bit of what happened."

Jimin subconsciously rubs his wrists, "Well that explains why I was cuffed."

"But doesn't explain why you were naked," Jeongguk pipes in, looking at Woosung with arms crossed, "What happened when we got here?"

Woosung was already on it as he taps on the tablet and whirl it around, making Jimin cringe fiercely.

On the screen is shown how they got fucking dragged or carried and tied up while getting here in the lobby, hollering stupid shit and just acting so fucking uncontrollable.

They looked like damn wild animals.

"From there they left us here and monitored us for three hours before we fell asleep, and then they left," Woosung informed, putting the tablet on the couch, right beside a contemplated Taemin, "Somewhere between that hour to now, something must've happened because according to them, we had clothes on and were not in the bedroom."

Jeongguk grunts to this information while Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, trying so fucking hard to remember any of this shit but only comes to a blank mind.

This only further infuriated his fucking mind and he glared at Woosung, "This is your fucking fault! If only you hadn't given us whatever the fuck was that shit this wouldn't have happened?"

Woosung flickers his eyes calmly to Taehyung, staring at him carefully before taking a bold step forward. Jeongguk recognizes those set of eyes and immediately goes to hold him back.

"My fault?" Woosung repeats, calmly, "Just like it was your fault having your dick grind against Taemin's ass all night?"

"I was fucking drunk-"

"And I was high," Woosung ventures, smiling, "I was so high but I remember so perfectly how you smiled at me as though I gave you the world the second I handed you that spoon-"

Taehyung for a second was about to lunge at him but Jimin held him back this time, just as Taemin stood up from the couch - still in his closed robe - glaring at the two of them.

"We were not in the proper state of mind to have made solid decision. We were intoxicated, so whatever happened between that time is no one's blame," Taemin huffs, arms crossed over his chest, "Look, I typically don't give a shit about what happened. You guys might be since you three are in a relationship, but if you're going to panic about it, I'm out."

And with that he walks away to the kitchen, making Jimin pull his face in confusion, following his gaze after him, "What do you mean you don't give a shit?! Did you not see the videos!"

Taemin calmly takes a water bottle from the fridge, drinking it down before looking to Jimin, shrugging, "I did, but to be real fair, I don't regret it. First time in a long time where I had fun, felt so fucking alive while being on the job. Whether it ended up with us fucking or not, or whatever. Now I will have to move along, do what I gotta do in this same routine. But that's just me, like I said, panic all you want but no one is going to make me regret what happened."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in, but suddenly Minho hums from his position looking out the window, "Well, can't disagree with you there. I don't think any of us will remember that night anytime soon, so - Fuck this headache is going to kill me!"

Jeongguk quietly ponders over what they said, and to some aspect they are right.

They are most likely not going to remember what the hell happened, but at that moment they had fun and for once they weren't surrounded with that worry of constantly being hunted down or the risk of danger.

The six of them for once were getting along.

Even if it was through the drive of drugs.

But that doesn't change Jeongguk's worry to what actually happened between them last night.

Might end up talking to a fucking hypnotist to see if they can unlock his memory or something.

"Me, Jimin and Jeongguk were talking," Taehyung suddenly announces, all eyes on him now, "And we want to have a formal meeting the six of us together."

Woosung snorts to this, "A formal meeting? Thought we were already having one on Monday," His fingers suddenly rubs the silk texture of Taehyung's shirt over his shoulders, unbuttoned down the middle to reveal his tattoos, "Your shirt is nice by the way."

Taehyung stares at him for a good moment and grabs a random fucking lamp before hauling it to his direction, but Woosung was quick enough to duck - the lamp slamming to the wall to pieces.

Jimin shoots to his feet from the couch, "Taehyung! What the fuck-"

"HE PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!"

Woosung is suddenly striding towards him and grabs Taehyung by the collar of his shirt, eyes raging against his, "I'm getting so FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR DAMN ATTITUDE! YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I'M NOT SMACKING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU TO PUT YOU IN YOUR DAMN PLACE!"

Minho and Jeongguk is immediately dragging them apart, desperately trying to calm them down, meanwhile Jimin and Taemin remain sitting back on the couch with Jimin looking is looking over the bruises on Taemin's wrist - calmly pressing a ice bag over them that Taemin brought from the kitchen while asking if it hurts, only resulting with Taemin to smile softly at him and raise a free hand to caress over his mess of hair.

"THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME!"

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROBLEM! YOU PISS ME OFF!"

"JEONGGUK I SWEAR YOU BETTER HOLD YOUR BITCH BACK BEFORE I ACTUALLY KILL HIM!"

Minho hauls Woosung over his shoulder while Jeongguk drags a screeching Taehyung back, trying with every bone in his body to lunge at the mafia boss.

Taemin and Jimin look over the scene momentarily, sighing before Jimin spoke, "I wouldn't be surprised if they end up fucking one of these days by that sexual tension."

"And wouldn't that upset you?"

Jimin eyed them for a moment, slowly looking at Taemin, "It should.... But... It doesn't," Jimin whisper, realizing what he is saying before looking at Taemin, "Should I be concerned?"

Taemin blinks at him, slowly nodding back in disbelief.

Well..... Shit.

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A/N:

Oop-

Well.....

Any thoughts to what may have actually happened that night?

I PURPLE YOU! <33