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The movie continued to play out for another hour or so and the boys resumed their positions around Hoseok's room.

It was only when the portrayed couple on the screen began to kiss in a closed-off space lit with warm candlelight that Jungkook sighed loudly.

"How many goddamn sex scenes are in this fucking movie?" The boy grumbled, poking at the corner of his eye to scrub at the onslaught of incoming sleep in it.

"Oh my god, do you have a fucking censor on that mouth of yours?" Yoongi muttered more to himself than anyone in particular, picking his fingernails as he looked down at his lap, Jungkook sending a harsh glare his way.

Hoseok frowned up at the cobweb of dust collecting on the rough spot of his ceiling as he thought for a moment, "Well, considering that this is a movie with the genre of romance, possibly quite a lot."

Jimin threw his head back against the foot of the couch on the floor as he let out a series of thunderously loud laughs, "Oh, come on, we all know that this is your alternative route for pornography."

"What can I say? I'm a guy that's into porn of the soft type," Hoseok raised his arms up in a sign of defeat, Jimin and Taehyung cackling at his response. "Besides, I don't get a virus on my computer that way, either."

"That interesting, hyung, because I'm completely the opposite when it comes to my preference. I love a rough fuck when I see one," Jungkook shook his head in disagreement, crossing his legs as he leaned most of his weight on an arm of the piece of furniture.

Seokjin's shoulders slumped a little at the statement and he licked his lips before turning to face the other boy, "Thank you, Jungkook, that's a statistic I never wanted to know about."

Jungkook continued on with his dialogue despite his hyung's fruitless efforts, "I especially love it when it starts to look like a jackhammer getting busy at a construction site, now that shit's good."

All of the other men's mouths gaped in surprise, and Yoongi managed to swallow the pool of saliva that he was currently sputtering on.

"Yeah, I don't know, that's a bit too exciting for my liking, I guess I just love the intimacy of slow sex." Hoseok shrugged, holding back the snicker that was building in his chest.

"I understand you completely, hyung, but that always gets my dick to dancing," Jungkook nodded with a slight chuckle, reaching over to grope Hoseok's shoulder gently.

Jimin smirked suddenly, locking eyes with Jin as he leaned towards the two men snuggling on the couch, "Hey, speaking of dancing, does Namjoon know that I dance like I make love?"

"If only you could dance with a broken leg," Seokjin smiled a little too hard down at the younger, tightening the hold on his boyfriend as he uttered these words.

"I don't have a broken leg," Jimin creased his brows together as he glanced over at him with heavy suspicion.

Jin smiled even brighter and his eyes glowed with a bit of rage in them, "You will if you keep talking like that, so I suggest that you quit it."

Namjoon had begun to nod off, eyes half-lidded and drowsy as Jimin perked up from his seat next to Yoongi and started to crawl over to his feet.

The older man raised his head a bit in his pre-slumber when he felt a hand tickle up his thigh, hearing the quiet growl that Jin emitted next to his ear as Jimin continued his ministrations.

"Damn, if eyes could kill," Yoongi laughed slightly, head perched atop his palm as he gazed at Seokjin glowering at Jimin on the carpet.

Jimin giggled and squeezed the muscle of Namjoon's calf, "Well, Jinnie hyung said that I should quit talking, so I did."

"Jimin-ah, stop it," Namjoon whimpered with the way Jimin nestled his nose in the cleft of his inner knee and bit his lip as he winked up at him.

Yoongi tugged Jimin away from the couple by the hand and shoved him so he faced the television, "I'm afraid that Jin is a man that sticks true to his promises, so just calm down."

"Oh, I am, son of a bitch," Seokjin breathed, his boyfriend's hips stuttering in the slightest once his palm had escaped to clutch his inner thigh.

Hoseok snapped his fingers to get everyone's attention and clicked his tongue, "Now, there's no need for any harsh words."

"Really? The fucker just winked at my boy, is that just meaningless to you?" The eldest man accused, scrunching his face up in a scowl.

Hoseok gave a small nod, his fringe falling to the side as he did so, "I mean, yeah, he does that to everybody."

"I'm not sure that I should completely trust you on that, you do the same to him and even more sometimes," Seokjin licked his teeth, a cold stare set on the male mentioned.

Jungkook widened his eyes and smiled as he sat up a little straighter in his chair, "I have the solution, they're both desperate whores."

"That couldn't be any more fucking obvious, Jungkook," Taehyung chuckled at the younger, wincing when Jimin pinched the side of his bicep.

"I think that you're forgetting to include yourself on that list, babe," Jimin supplied with a raised brow, Taehyung flicking his tongue out at him to tease.

Seokjin cleared his throat and swallowed before he spoke, "What do you propose on doing about it then, Jungkook?"

"Don't leave your man alone with them, and you should be fine," Jungkook chuckled at the elder boy, kicking the air when Hoseok began to run his fingers along the columns of his feet.

Jimin hummed solemnly, pouting with a jutted lip before smiling wickedly, "That's a shame, we've been alone with him before and that was so much fun when we were like that."

Hoseok nodded as he smirked, blinking in Jimin's direction before meeting Jin's cold eyes, "We truly indulged ourselves that time. Neither of us knew that Namjoon would be so flexible all tied up in rope."

That truly did it for Jin when Hoseok said that. Because after he finished speaking, Seokjin launched himself off of the couch, and Namjoon had to use all of his strength to keep him grounded and not scratching out the eyes belonging to Hoseok and Jimin.

"Oh, you little shit!" Jin growled at the boys huddling on the floor, straining against the hold of his boyfriend as he tried to keep him held him down on the couch.

Eventually Yoongi had to get up from the floor and help Namjoon since the younger was slightly terrified if his grip went loose and Jin would be allowed to rain hell upon his friends.

"They were just joking you, they never did that to me," Namjoon smiled at Seokjin, squeezing his hand to let him know that he was there for him.

Jin nodded, his breathing a bit more steady now that Namjoon was hugging him close to his chest, "I know, they're just assholes."

Jimin genuinely smiled at this and stepped forward, "We're lovable assholes, though."

Seokjin couldn't help but laugh at this and turned his head to look at the boy, "At least you try to be lovable."

"We're sorry, really, we were just trying to get under your skin like we always do," Hoseok nodded, hands going upwards to cradle his face with an indented brow.

"It's alright, Hoseok, I should have expected that from you two," Jin smiled at the both, letting Namjoon release the iron grip on his shoulders.

"As I was saying, though, Hoseok can be rough in sex," Taehyung changed the mood from heavy to that of a lighter one with the giddy tone of his voice.

Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he ran a hand through his dark locks, "Well, yes, but doesn't everyone get rougher when they're chasing after an orgasm?"

"I know what you mean, honey, I always seem to lose mine," Jungkook smiled as he nudged Hoseok in the ribs while he stood up to get a drink.

Hoseok happened to have a mini fridge in the corner of his bedroom, and Jungkook was in search of something to quench his thirst from their in-depth conversation.

After fishing out a bottle of soda, Jungkook stood up and cracked open the container on the edge of the windowsill beside the refrigerator.

As he did this, he flicked his eyes from the windowsill to the grass extending from Hoseok's window.

What he saw shocked him beyond belief, and he choked a little on the beverage gliding down his throat.

He saw something on the grass that looked very human-like, which was abnormal in the state that it was in at the moment.

"Hey, Hoseok," Jungkook called over to the older man seated on the recliner next to his bed with a bit of a tremor to his voice.

Hoseok frowned at Jungkook's tone and quirked an eyebrow, "Yeah, Kook?"

"Th-There's a man on your front l-lawn," Jungkook stuttered, drink shaking a bit his hands.

"Oh, it's probably one of the neighbors walking his dog," Hoseok grinned at him before turning his attention back to the movie on the television screen.

Jungkook gulped and shook his head furiously at the sentence, "N-No, it looks like h-he's dead."

"Jungkook, if you're doing this to tease me-"

"I'm not teasing, there's a fucking man on your lawn, and he might be dead, hyung," Jungkook bit his lip as a worried gasp left his lips.

Hoseok set his feet on the ground and got up from the recliner with a grunt, "Don't worry, let me check it out."

Jungkook nodded nervously with Hoseok's hand pressed against his upper back as the boy looked out of the window to see for himself.

And Jungkook was right, there was a man dressed in an expensive business suit face-down in the dirt.

Hoseok gasped sharply and a hand came up to cover his mouth, "Th-That's my dad."

After he spoke these three strained words, Hoseok dashed out of his bedroom and down the hallway, shouting for his mom in the living room.

"Mom! Mom! Dad's outside!" Hoseok yelled, tearing open the door to the entrance before the woman mentioned tripped into his line of sight.

"Hoseok, what's going on? You're scaring me," his mother worried, turning her head to look out of the door when her son held out a trembling finger toward it.

She shrieked and ran outside and onto the lawn, bounding up to her husband that was splayed out across it.

Thankfully, he wasn't dead, but he was coughing up the soil that had managed to wriggle its way inside his mouth when he fell on the grass.

The other boys were hot on Hoseok's heels when he left the room, and they all had a share of weight when tugging the man back onto his feet.

Hoseok's mother wiped her husband's chin of the mud that was splattered on it and thumbed his cheek fondly, "Honey, are you okay?"

The man groaned and straightened out the jacket of his suit before replying to her, "I just tripped on that edge of grass when I was looking in the mailbox and I fell before I could catch myself."

"Is there anything that hurts on you?" Hoseok asked his father, plucking off the strands of grass that were along the front of his body.

"My arm hurts a little, but I'll be fine," his dad grinned meekly as he held Hoseok's shoulder in confirmation.

"Okay, let Jungkook and I help you inside, yeah?" Hoseok smiled at the man before nodding at Jungkook once he had wrapped an arm around the half of his torso.

His father looked between the two and shook his head, "But my leg isn't hurting."

"I don't care, let me be a good son and be quiet," Hoseok advised, pulling his dad inside with the help of Jungkook despite the other man's countless refusals.

When his mother was satisfied with how her partner's legs were propped up on the ottoman and he was comfortable, she smiled warmly at him, "Now, I'm going to make you some tea, you need to relax."

Her husband nodded and sighed, clutching a pillow to his chest, "I had such a horrible time at work today, Jesus Christ."

"What happened? And how is Mr. Park and his new office next to you?" She questioned, reaching up into a cupboard to retrieve a mug to fill the beverage in.

He grunted in displease as he took off his wristwatch and laid his head back against the cushion of the loveseat, "Mr. Park is the reason why I had such a shitty day."

"Oh, I forgot that you worked at the firm with my father," Jimin chuckled before sitting next to man on the couch.

"I wish I didn't, to be honest." The man groaned as he rubbed at his forehead, "Jimin, I'm sorry to say this, but your father is a bit of an asshole."

Jimin laughed heartily and patted his shoulder, "Sir, it's fine, everyone I know thinks that about him, especially me."

"What did he do to you?" He asked, clearly amused in his state of distraught.

"He's not the nicest to me, especially when it comes to me and relationships," Jimin nodded, smoothing his hands over the rough fabric of his jeans.

Hoseok's father licked his lips and nodded as well, "You dated a girl he didn't like?"

"No, I dated a boy he didn't like. He didn't particularly care for any of the guys I dated, though."

"You're gay?" he asked in disbelief, brows creasing together in confusion.

Hoseok hummed a yes to this question, "Don't you remember? We're all kinda gay. I'm dating Taehyung, too."

"Oh..."

"You must have fallen pretty hard, sir," Jungkook frowned as he glanced him up and down.

"Who are you again?" The father queried when he was posed with this statement.

"Jungkook, I'm a coworker and friend of Namjoon's boyfriend," the boy smiled, pointing over to his superior.

Jin raised his hand a little and chuckled, "I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's boyfriend."

"Do you remember me?" Taehyung grinned at the man on the couch widely.

He nodded and hummed a little, "I remember the coin store slut."

"That does wonders for my self-esteem, sir," Taehyung pouted as he looked down at his shoes.

"You guys can all catch up at the table, dinner's ready," Hoseok's mother chuckled as she came in the room.

Namjoon smiled at his boyfriend before lacing their fingers together, "Yeah, we can stay for that, Mrs. Jung."

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