Hello, darlings!

As I have said in the part before this one, there is supposed to be quite the drama going down in the next few chapters, although it might not surprise some of you :)

Anyways, enjoy!

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A couple of minutes passed by and Namjoon found himself departing from the complex of Hoseok's bedroom a blushing mess, his boyfriend swiftly slapping his pajama-clothed ass with a sly smirk resting easy on his plump lips.

The younger man chose to ignore his suggestive actions with a quiet whine leaving his coarse throat and trekked with heavy feet to the bathroom where the rest of the suspecting boys remained.

He could feel the amusement in his friends' gazes cloud around him like a thick fog before a storm, shrugging it off as he combed his fingers through his messy bedhead in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, "Good morning, you guys."

"Morning to you too, Namjoonie, have a good rest last night?" Taehyung questioned, smirk evident in his tone as he ruffled a towel against his dampened locks of hair.

"Yeah, I did, thanks for asking," the older man grinned widely as his dimples shown clear in the fluorescent light, crouch down and reaching into a cabinet to pull out a large bottle of mouthwash and a disposable cup from its holder.

Jimin gestured towards a stack of toothbrushes bound tightly together by a rubber band next to the counter, "Want something to brush that pretty mouth with?"

Namjoon scoffed at the knowing glint in the other boy's eye before he drizzled some of the minty liquid into the plastic container he collected, "Not really, my mouth feels pretty clean as it is."

"I bet it does, Namjoonie, I bet it fucking does," Hoseok snickered, pinching his friend's shoulder as said male groaned and emptied the contents of the cup into the expanse of his mouth.

Namjoon gargled the fluid a little bit when it hit the back of his throat, the other boys humming gently almost as if they were praising him for performing such a deed as that.

"Yeah, wash that shit back, sweetie," Jimin grunted next to Namjoon's perked right ear, drawing random shapes into his tense lower back near his bottom.

Hoseok hummed in agreement to Jimin's utterance, a smile gracing his slightly pink lips, "Oh, Joonie, you must look even better with something else deep in that mouth."

That statement alone made Namjoon sputter on the mouthwash invading his gag reflex, hunching over to spit the remaining amount of the little that he had accidentally swallowed into the sink below and choke with a gasp.

"Son of a bitch, Hoseok hyung, what the hell was that for?" Namjoon finally managed to exclaim in the suddenly silent room, wiping his spit-slick lips with the back of his wrist.

Jungkook frowned, crossing his arms over his front while scratching at his chin, "I mean, what the actual fuck just happened in here right now? How did it get so sexual that damn quickly?"

Taehyung sighed heavily, leaning his head on Jungkook's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around his waist, "You're such an amateur when it comes to this shit, Jungkook-ah, it's fucking ridiculous." 

"Well, I'm deeply sorry that I'm more of a subdued slut than you are, Taehyung," Jungkook rolled his eyes as he huffed before turning to Namjoon again. "Jesus Christ, Jin hyung isn't even here."

Jimin chuckled, gliding a finger across Namjoon's jawline after he spoke up again, "We know what happened between you two in that room."

"Okay, so what? We got a little intimate," Namjoon gulped nervously at Jimin's dark gaze on him, creeping a hand back to scratch at his nape.

"I heard you moaning in the middle of the night, was something running through that mind of yours that just took over you completely?" Jimin queried, the side of his mouth quirking up into a smirk when the older man blushed and ducked his head down in embarrassment.

Namjoon fought with his own tongue on how to begin speaking, but he finally did with a small exhale emitting from his pout, "J-Jimin, please, that's a personal thing I had to deal with."

"Is that why you were hard when I woke up today?" Hoseok breathed a laugh at this, tilting his head to make full eye contact with the male blushing red in front of him.

The younger boy swallowed the spit that had pooled in his mouth and sighed with a shudder wracking his frame, "I-I didn't know I was h-hard. I apologize that you had to see all of that, hyung."

"Oh, don't feel sorry for it, I thought it was cute," Hoseok giggled, rubbing a thumb across Namjoon's knuckles. "And then I happened to overhear that situation with Jin earlier, and it all seemed to click for me."

"Needless to say, I hope every single one of your dreams come true, baby," Jimin smiled brightly at his hyung, the older whimpering out in protest as his face flushed even more with blood.

The sound of other men talking filled their ears when Seokjin and Yoongi rounded themselves back into the hallway, treading quickly towards the bathroom at the side.

Once Jin's eyes met with the sight of his boyfriend being crowded around with the others, a slight scowl came upon his features, "What's going on in here?"

"Nothing," Taehyung smiled with a sense of suspicion, pressing a palm against the wall and putting most of his weight on it.

Yoongi chewed off more of the granola bar he was eating and swallowed audibly, clearing his throat, "It sure as hell doesn't look like nothing."

Hoseok sighed and placed his hands on his hips, sweeping his head down in a look of fake dismay, "You caught us, we were three fingers deep in Namjoon before you came here."

"I'm just going to make sure I heard that correctly." Yoongi chuckled, hand patting Jin's shoulder as the man looked like he was about to either faint or throw a fit, "Three fingers... from all of you?"

Jungkook nodded, brushing his palms across the width of his thick thighs, "Yeah, he wanted to try anal gaping."

Namjoon choked again, this time only on the air he inhaled, and Seokjin licked his teeth when Hoseok bit his thumb in retort.

"How the fuck do you know what anal gaping is, Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice went stern, blinking twice before a heavy exhale left his dewy lips.

"Hey, I watch porn sometimes, it's very educational," Jungkook shrugged, not being able to resist a small giggle jumping from his throat.

Yoongi shook his head, but waved off the conversation with his hand before looking directly at Hoseok, "Your parents aren't up yet."

"What do you mean? I thought I heard noise in the kitchen," Hoseok frowned, raising an eyebrow in the process.

"That was coming from me, dumb fuck, they're probably still in bed," Yoongi grumbled, walking away from the entrance to the bathroom and going forward to where Mr. and Mrs. Jung were supposedly inside of.

Hoseok bit his lip and tried not to grimace as he walked towards his parents' bedroom, but he did anyway, "Oh, that's just goddamn great, isn't it?"

The son eventually reached a hand to the doorknob, turning it with a shake to his grip, gasping out in shock when it was finally opened.

"What in the fuck are you two doing?" Hoseok yelled out in the hushed space, the two naked bodies that were only covered in blankets irking themselves awake at the interruption.

Mrs. Jung rubbed her eyes and sat up with the sheets held like a shield over her bare chest, "Seriously, Hoseok-ah? You do this with Taehyung all the time. Why can't we?"

Hoseok's father groaned before sitting up on the mattress as, "Hoseok, this isn't any different than what we did when we had you.

"Yes it is. I have six friends sleeping over, and you decide to spread my mother's legs in the midst of it," the son jutted out his hip as he leaned on one foot, licking his teeth with an exasperated laugh.

His mother gasped loudly and covered her mouth before responding to the boy, "For your information, I was the one that spread my legs, thank you very much."

Jimin came in with the rest of them following hesitantly along, glancing over the scene with pursed lips, "Well, now I can see that the apple surely didn't fall far from the fucking tree."

"Thank God you're not my son," Mr. Jung grinned with vigor, glaring at Jimin through the splay of his eyelashes.

Jimin shrugged gently, returning the smile all the same, "I don't have any hard feelings for you guys, I'm just trying to point out facts."

"You can point them out somewhere else, Jimin-ah, because I really don't have a care for it at the moment," Hoseok's mother nodded at him, stooping down beside the bed to where her shirt was thrown and slipping it on quickly.

Hoseok shook his head and tried to steady his tone of voice in front of his parents, "Do you have any shame? Now Dad's late for work and I'm going to be late for school."

"Oh, shit, you're right. I guess I could call off work to spend some more time with my beautiful wife," Mr. Jung smiled, kissing the bump of the woman's shoulder and enveloping her in a back hug.

Hoseok huffed and tapped his foot on the carpeted floor of the bedroom with impatience, "What about me, then?"

"I can drive him and the rest of the boys to school," Seokjin nodded with a weak grin, averting his eyes down at his shoes. "Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Jung."

"Why, thank you, Seokjin, we might go for another round," Hoseok's mother winked at her husband, her son gagging dramatically before practically sprinting out of the room with the others by his side.

"I'm up for it if you are," the sound of Mr. Jung chuckling was able to be heard as the door was closed behind their backs, Hoseok cringing as a chill of disgust ran up his spine.

Seokjin fished out a pair of keys from the pocket of his jeans, shaking it to chime in his hands, "I'm gonna go start up the car, you guys can meet me there in a couple minutes when you're dressed and ready to go."

Hoseok raised his hand in the air and dashed to Jin's side, holding onto his wrist, "Oh, I'm fucking ready, I think it would be best if we could all leave before the bed starts creaking."

Taehyung laughed and patted his boyfriend on the shoulder, "So you don't want to be present for your parents fucking?"

"Ew, no, that shit's gross, let's go," Hoseok pleaded, tugging on Seokjin's arm like a child wanting a toy.

"Well, hold on for a second, some of us are still in pajamas," Namjoon chuckled, pulling his shirt off as he rushed towards his friend's room to put on the clothes he wore the day previous.

Jin totally didn't check out his ass.

Namjoon came back in a matter of moments, a bit flushed from exertion and his clothes slightly disheveled, "I'm back, now we can leave this pornography filming."

"You look like you just had a hot make out with someone," Jimin smirked at the older boy, licking his lips as his eyes scanned down his long body.

Seokjin laughed before grabbing Namjoon's hand and walking with him to the front door, "Oh, he will, don't you fret."

When all of them were finally packed into the car, Jin drove off in search of the high school that they attended, "Hey, Jungkook, where do you go to school?"

"I'm actually on the same campus as them, but I'm in the lower building because of my grade," Jungkook nodded as he looked out of the window in the very back seat next to Jimin.

Taehyung's eyes glimmered as a giddy look came onto his face, "Oh, really? People say that the lower building isn't such a nice place."

"Oh, the place is nice, they have a good cafeteria, it's always clean, it's just that the students are completes assholes," Jungkook sighed with a grumble at the end of his sentence. "One time when I was new, I asked a kid for directions to one of my classes and he gave me the middle finger."

"Holy shit, that sounds horrible," Jimin couldn't help but laugh at the mental image Jungkook gave him, scratching his kneecap.

Jungkook nodded with a laugh himself before a shocked look came over his face, "He put it right in front of my nose, he didn't even utter a fucking syllable."

"Well, at least you're giving head now, that's a step-up," Hoseok giggled behind his palm, Jungkook throwing a hand over to smack him in his bicep as he continued to laugh.

"I can't believe my boyfriend is this gay," Taehyung chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Hoseok's neck.

"Hey, we're all gay, and we all crave some nice ass," Jimin smirked, tapping Yoongi in the shoulder with a low rumble of his throat.

Namjoon rubbed his clammy palms against the length of his thighs and licked his lips at the scenarios flooding his mind, "I'm craving some nice dick."

Seokjin raised a brow at this and grinned maliciously, tightening his hold on the wheel as he sent a wink to the younger boy in the essence as if to say, "I promise I'll fill your appetite later, baby."

"I feel you, Namjoon, I may have been joking about the whole 'nice weather for a blowjob' thing, but it has been a while since I've given a good suck," Jungkook drooped his shoulders with a small pout, squeezing his cold hands between his thighs.

Yoongi glanced into his jacket for a moment before retrieving a stick of candy, "Here, have a lollipop, let your imagination run wild."

Jungkook quickly took it from his grip and took off the plastic wrapping before popping it into his mouth with a hum that sounded greatly similar to a moan, "I wish it was longer."

"Well, when I bought it, I wasn't looking for a sugary dildo, so make believe that you're being teabagged or something," Yoongi huffed, turning away from Jungkook and focusing on the back of the passenger's seat.

"I feel very uncomfortable and very hot, but all this talk about sex reminds me I have to schedule a prostate exam," Namjoon whined when the thought of someone prodding around inside him made him even more turned on.

Jimin laughed as Namjoon squirmed in his seat, resting his chin on the seat to gaze at him, "I thought you were already getting your prostate examined enough."

"Maybe he needs a new partner to examine it for him," Hoseok grinned with his gums showing, chuckling deeply when he saw Jin glare at him in the rear-view mirror.

Seokjin laughed abruptly at this statement, slamming his hand on the steering wheel loudly, "Oh, go fuck yourself, Hoseok, I'm fucking Namjoon plenty."

"Speaking of fucking yourself, you know that they shove a finger up your ass?" Taehyung chuckled as Namjoon bowed his head towards his lap, blush coloring his cheeks.

Jimin hummed and nodded furiously, "Yeah, like what if you get a hot doctor?"

"He already has a hot doctor," Jin remedied, smirking at Namjoon out of the corner of his eye.

The car jolted a little bit as Seokjin pulled into the school parking lot, driving forward until he was in front of Jungkook's section, "Here's your stop, Kookie."

Jungkook smiled, sucking the lollipop firmly in place and gathering up his things before hopping out of the car, "Bye, everyone, I'll keep you posted on how the dick-sucking is going."

"Bye, babe, make sure to swallow," Yoongi advised, waving with the others as Jungkook began to walk away, swirling his tongue on the piece of candy.

Jungkook sighed before pushing open the school's double-doors, letting the sweet taste of the treat coat his taste buds, "Thank fuck for that."

Back in the car, Jin was almost to where the other men had to be, and Namjoon grew fidgety in his seat.

Namjoon's cheeks grew hot as he looked back at the older man with glossy eyes, "So, with the hot doctor situation, am I supposed to say 'Fuck me, doctor'?"

Seokjin veered to the right and set his vehicle in park as they were sitting in front of the main entrance, looking across to Namjoon with an indented brow, "What was that, sweetie?"

"Fuck me, doctor," Namjoon said again, slower and clearer for his boyfriend to hear, gulping at the end of his plea with a shaky inhale.

The other boys had already filed out of the car and were waiting for Namjoon outside of it, all of them seemingly oblivious to their conversation.

"If you say that again, I can promise you that you'll be late for school, so go on now before I change my mind and give everyone a show that they'll never forget," Jin warned with a straight face, the seriousness in his features and in his voice scaring Namjoon a bit despite him being so aroused from his words.

Namjoon nodded with a nervous giggle, clicking open the car door and slipping out with unsteady feet as he felt Seokjin undress him with his eyes, knowing every curve of his body, knowing every imperfection that made Namjoon perfect in his eyes, knowing everything that had him trembling in his fingers.

When Jin knew that Namjoon was out of the car, he squeezed the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.

He wanted to fuck Namjoon in the worst way, have him whimpering his name with every snap of his hips, he wanted to swallow Namjoon's heavenly sounds that alone could get him off.

Jin knew that Namjoon wanted it too. 

Something about his boyfriend looking at him that way when he said those three sinfully sweet words just set him off like a rocket.

After a moment of calming himself down, Seokjin looked out of the passenger window to see Jimin have a hold on both Yoongi's and Namjoon's asses, Namjoon quickly slapping his fingers away and Yoongi just continuing to walk along.

Jimin must of known that Seokjin was still there and staring at the scene before because he turned back to look at him, sticking out his tongue with a big smile as he flipped him off.

"Why, you little shit," Jin sneered with flattened lips, giving the finger back to him without a second thought.

He saw Jimin laugh and continue walking with the other boys, wrapping a hand around his boyfriend's waist this time, thankfully.

Seokjin sighed before shifting his gears into drive and rolling out of the parking lot and onto the open street, "Jimin, you fucking brat."

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Hey, my sweethearts!

I hope you enjoyed this little thing because I absolutely loved writing it up for you guys

It's amazing how much I write of dialogue and smut, my two favorite things in this book. This is over 3000 words, and I feel accomplished. I was thinking at the beginning that I was gonna get to the interesting parts here, but I think this is a good stopping point because it'll be like double the words and probably more if I do haha

Thank you for reading, as always

Have a lovely day/night because you are my lovelies

Love you~