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Jin thought Gi-Chul was a stupid bastard for acting so cocky around him.

The way he looked at Namjoon like he was worth more than him, how he tilted his head to the side and smiled slightly with his every quote, how he kicked the pavement with his shoes as in the essence he could be doing something better with his time.

Everything he did and said made Seokjin's face red with immeasurable fury.

"How could you be my worst fucking nightmare?" Gi-Chul chortled at the cold expression the other man was giving him, "You look like you couldn't harm a fly."

Jin smiled coarsely, "Looks can be deceiving."

"How so?" the younger challenged as he arched an eyebrow.

"What I'd do to you would have your mother sprawled out on the floor crying." Seokjin chuckled as his bold demeanor seemed to wash away into something of panic, "It would be a shame if she had to see you locked up in a hospital room with a full body cast holding yourself together."

Gi-Chul choked on his own spit at the threat, "Y-You wouldn't do that, that's a crime."

"Actually, I would if I had to, and I'm not afraid to go to jail," Jin grinned, eyes narrowing into slits between his eyelashes.

Gi-Chul shook off his fright with a shudder, "You're not enough of a man to perform that deed."

Seokjin blinked quickly in an attempt to clear some of his confusion, "Oh really? And what makes you think you're capable of pulling it off?"

The boy's back was soon flush with the nearest wall as Jin glowered down at him, shirt collar between his fingers.

"When I woke up this morning, I thought it was going to be a lovely day: birds were chirping, the sun was shining, I jerked Namjoon off in the shower, I was having a pretty damn good day, and then here I stand because you had to fuck it all up and get inserted as the top spot on my shit list," Jin huffed in exasperation, "I'm pissed if you can't already tell."

"Okay, and how am I supposed to help with that?" Gi-Chul suggested dismissively as he rolled his eyes.

The other male gasped at his rude behavior, "How you could help yourself is to stay away from Namjoon and don't get on my bad side, because I won't be able to control myself if you do."

Gi-Chul sighed through a tight jaw, "Whatever, motherfucker."

Jin hummed and smirked, "I think it's about time you got a taste of your own medicine."

"Medicine is for losers," Gi-Chul shook his head with a bout of laughter.

"Says something about you, huh?" Jin affronted as he backed up a bit from the wall.

Before Gi-Chul could insult him further, a blunt fist had surged into his upper right cheek, the skin beneath his lashes starting to swell and flush with blood.

"That's for giving my boyfriend a black eye, you prick," Jin fumed at him as his body sank to the floor.

"Son of a bitch, you'll pay for that," Gi-Chul groaned and cradled his face.

Seokjin's vision became blurry with tears of anger as he turned to Namjoon, "Honey, is this the boy that called you ugly?"

Namjoon fights back a small sob and nods, "Yes, hyung."

"Oh good, the fun is just starting," Seokjin grimaced as he picked up the crouching body only to plant his knuckles into his cheek again.

Gi-Chul tried to attack back at the other, but he felt weak from the blows and it took most of the strength he still had to lift his arm and shrug off the blood drooling at his mouth.

"How's it feel to be beaten at your own game, punk?" Jin laughed mockingly and kicked the stomach of the laying form.

Gi-Chul could only gasp through the pain he was experiencing, his friends cowering in a corner to watch the scene play out.

Jin wasn't pleased with his answer and once again delivered a firm kick to his abdomen, "Pathetic asshole."

The man below him just whined and fought to stay conscious as he tried to shield himself with his forearms.

Seokjin switched his stare to the two other boys in the room, "Get him out of my fucking face before I do something that would send me straight to hell."

"Y-Yes, sir," one of them responded and gathered up Gi-Chul in his embrace, trekking away from Jin with the other friend as quickly as possible.

The room was quiet after that, and Jin turned to Namjoon with a blank expression, "That felt better than I thought it would."

"H-Hyung, why would you do this for me?" Namjoon asked, voice low.

The older smiled brightly at this and ran up to place a kiss on his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and finally his neck before hugging him close to him.

"Baby, you're so beautiful and you deserve to be protected," Jin breathed into his mouth, warm hands squeezing his waist.

Namjoon couldn't believe his ears, "Protected? Oh, hyung, thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, I'm just doing what's right," the oldest remarked, fingertips digging themselves into Namjoon's soft hair.

Namjoon blushed as Seokjin murmured sweet things in his ear, head resting on his broad shoulder.

"Let's go home and let me show you how much I love you," Jin said as he held up his fingers and pressed them to his lips.

"Hyung, why do you make me feel so special?" the youngest smiled giddily and chuckled.

Jin bit his lip with his eyes crinkling at the corners, "Well, you are special to me, so I don't see what the big deal is?"

"When you say stuff like that, it just makes me feel good," Namjoon grinned and held his reddening face.

Jin removed his hands and pecked each of his cheeks, "You're so adorable, and I'm glad I make you feel good."

Namjoon closed his eyes and savored the feeling of Jin's body against his, the oldest humming a song into his neck.

When they went up to Namjoon's bedroom after the ride to his house, Seokjin nearly threw himself at Namjoon in a fit of raging passion that he couldn't contain.

Their bodies clashed into the bed, Seokjin quickly crawling on top of his tense frame.

"Sweet boy, you're so pretty for me," the oldest groaned against his lips, rutting his hips into Namjoon's.

The younger boy pushed him away slightly, "Hyung, calm down, what's gotten into you?"

"You, you cute little thing," Jin rasped, creeping a hand under the other man's shirt to palm across his chest and tummy.

Namjoon felt his knees weaken at the combination of his hyung's soft tone and tender actions, "Hyung, please."

"What, my baby boy?" Seokjin growled, lulling with the addicting friction of their hips.

"S-Stop, Jin hyung," the boy's voice quivered, finding it in himself to push Jin back and sit up.

Jin frowned and immediately stilled, "What's wrong, Joonie? Did you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not that," Namjoon huffed, looking down at his lap.

"Then, what is it?" Seokjin rubbed soothingly at his shoulder, "You can tell me."

Namjoon took a deep breath and swallowed, "How do you still find me attractive right now?"

Jin's brows furrowed in confusion, "What, sweetheart?"

"I have a black eye, my clothes are wrinkled, I smell like dirty tube socks and anticipation, how can you still want my legs wrapped around your waist?" the youngest male shrugged, looking up at him.

The older boy went from a state of silence to a state of amusement, "Baby, I always find you attractive, whether you think you're gross or not."

"I'll never understand how you could make love to a person covered in utter filth," Namjoon giggled, tilting his head cutely.

"You think you're filthy?" Jin questioned, face lighting up in excitement.

The younger nodded eagerly in response, not exactly sure where this conversation was going.

"Well, I think the only way to fix that is to clean you up, dirty boy," Seokjin smirked, squeezing his thigh.

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Hey sweeties!

One of these chapters is just going to be pure smut where I can satisfy all of my writing needs lol

But seriously, I hope you guys have a great day/night because you are sweet like sugar.

Love you~