Greetings again, my loves!

So I wanted to announce that last chapter was more of a filler, but it was very important because I have some new chapters that will be coming up in the next couple of weeks that will bring this book to some hopefully surprising points. I also think the ending is on the horizon, as much as I hate to say it because I love this book, but I do see it ending some time. 

Also, I'm not ending this book on this chapter, I will title it as 'end' or 'ending' when I do write it.

If you want to cry with me, feel free to shoot me a dm, but just know that the ending will not be happening immediately :) I simply wanted to keep sights on the future and inform you lovelies

As always, enjoy!

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After Namjoon's dreadful prostate exam was finished and he was free to leave, all of the boys thought that it was a good idea to have some dinner at a local diner that was near the area of the clinic he was in.

That led to the seven of them to be currently seated at a red booth in a crowded restaurant where waiters were scurrying about and their stomachs were growling for food.

"What are you gonna have, baby doll?" Seokjin questioned his partner as he sat next to him on one side of the booth.

Namjoon grinned with his cheeks dimpling when the older male laced their hands together under the table, averting his eyes to the menu once before glancing back at Seokjin. "The grilled chicken looks pretty good."

"I want the steak," Seokjin replied with a hum as he inched closer and closer to Namjoon's face, licking his lips before murmuring beside his ear. "But I think I want some of my favorite peaches for dessert."

Jungkook giggled in the corner beside them and held his chin up with the palm of his hand, "Jin hyung, take a sip from your drink because you are one thirsty-ass motherfucker."

Jimin burst out into a fit of laughter, but Taehyung decided to add his voice in the conversation. "Why the hell are you doing foreplay out in public anyway?"

"Because the rest of us are also doing couple shit." Jimin uttered in an obvious tone, scoffing as he fixed a straw against his plush bottom lip, "You're sharing an appetizer with your boyfriend, I'm sharing a milkshake with Yoongi, and Jungkook- What are you doing, Jungkook?"

Jungkook abruptly looked up from his menu when his name was said and responded to the older boy's inquiry, "I'm giving myself the blowjob of my life, you fucking prick, what do you think I'm doing?"

"I don't know, maybe texting one of your oral playmates," Jimin suggested, shrugging his shoulders, holding up a napkin to dab Yoongi's mouth when some of the liquid had seeped from his lips.

"I love it when we all get to spend time together, we miss you sometimes," Taehyung smiled as he reached across the table to envelop Jungkook's hand in his. Jungkook smiled back at him brightly and squeezed it once. "This is one of the few moments where you don't have a cock in your mouth."

Jungkook's cheerful expression vanished and he squeezed Taehyung's palm again, this time out of vengeance. "Say that again, sweetie, and I'll fucking break you in half."

"Well, he bends in half every night for Hoseok, so that shouldn't be too difficult," Yoongi supplied, rolling an ice crystal on his tongue as Jimin snorted.

"I don't know why we even bother with bringing up our slut qualities in the first place. I mean, Jimin has pumped more come inside of you than a goddamn milk bottle," Taehyung responded quite bluntly and Jungkook choked on the french fry he was swallowing.

"It'll be tons of fucking fun when we're all together in that mansion I'm renting for the summer. I'm gonna record the whole thing so we can play it back when we have gift-giving during the holidays," Jimin chuckled as he relaxed back into his seat, wrapping an arm around his lover's shoulders.

"Even your sex tapes with Yoongi?" Hoseok asked and bit off another piece of potato after he licked his lips from the salt.

Yoongi tapped Jimin's chest and the other gave a knowing nod towards him, "I'll make sure to get a separate one for that, he likes to be filmed sometimes."

As Yoongi blushed, Taehyung looked taken aback and thought for a moment before speaking. "Yoongi hyung, I apologize for calling you a slut, Jimin is the original of that title."

"You're right, his dick has been known to have a mind of its own," Jungkook muttered and Taehyung winked at him with a snicker.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Jimin pouted but soon smirked in Yoongi's direction, trailing a finger up from his thigh to his chest and back down again.

Taehyung widened his eyes and shook his head in shock, "I swear to god, you have more stamina than a fucking porn star."

"I'm like that, but I love to show lust with not only my body, but with the intimacy between me and Namjoon. I love to caress him and tell him how much I adore him for everything he is," Jin explained, fondling Namjoon's face and pulling him in for a short kiss.

"Oh my god, get married already, you fucks," Jungkook groaned, hiding his face in his arms and the couple looked at him before at each other. "You're practically in the honeymoon phase."

"Aww, that would be so cute, we could be Namjoon's bridesmaids, it's so fitting," Hoseok marveled in complete awe of the situation, dreaming about it more by the minute.

"I could be the minister," Yoongi raised his hand with a giddy smile, but drifted into a frown when Jimin glanced at him through his eyelashes. 

Jimin grabbed his chin and pecked his lips, "With a mouth like yours? I don't think so, darling."

"I'll be a good boy," Yoongi pouted, glaring down at his lap as Jimin smirked and kissed his temple.

"If we ever were in that situation, we would have to be calm because Namjoon would be freaking the fuck out and it's not good to have an anxiety-riddled husband on our hands," Jungkook nodded with sureness to his word, sipping from his glass of soda.

All of a sudden, a young man shot up from his seat at the counter and stormed over to their table in a fury of rage.

"Kim Namjoon? Who the hell here is Kim Namjoon?" The male growled and the boys' eyebrows all came into scowls of confusion.

Namjoon looked at his boyfriend with pursed lips before turning back to the man and replying, "Um... I am K-Kim Namjoon."

A gasp from around the table was made when the boy grabbed Hoseok's drink from the table and poured it over Namjoon's head, Namjoon jumping up from the bench with a cry of surprise. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"You stole my girlfriend, you son of a bitch!" The man yelled before delivering a swift slap to his left cheek.

Jimin growled and stood up from the seat with his iced beverage in hand, "Oh, that is it. First, you drench my best friend and then you slap him? Bitch, you deserve this."

And it was the man's turn to take in a large inhale when Jimin splashed him with his drink, sitting back down with a smirk as he slammed down his empty cup.

Taehyung was the next one to act out as he slapped the boy across the cheek with the same ferocity as when Namjoon had received one. "And that drink my friend just poured onto you? Yeah, I hope the ice cubes freeze your dick off."

Namjoon grunted as his boyfriend attempted at drying his clothes with the napkins on the table, "What girlfriend are you even talking about? I don't have one, you dillhole."

"You don't? Then why did Hye-Gi say that she was cheating on me with you?" The male asked, his voice lowering in tempo from the yell of anger just a couple of seconds ago.

Jimin stood still for a moment and groaned as he threw his head back in frustration, "Seriously? Her again with this shit?"

"She's clearly lying, because I've seen the way these two look at each other, and it's not in a heterosexual manner," Jungkook said, pointing at Namjoon and Seokjin, Jin smiling at him for a second before putting all of his focus back to his boyfriend, they all thought it was best for him not to get violent.

"Wait," the guy held up a soaked finger as he knitted his eyebrows together with a pout at his lips. "You're gay?"

"He's as straight as a crooked line, honey," Hoseok chuckled casually and Taehyung doubled over in hysterics.

"And he loves taking cock," Jimin nodded towards the boy with a lick of his smirking lips. "Especially the nine-inch fun stick of glory his boyfriend provides him with on the daily. After finding that out, I guess I'm not the only motherfucker in this group with stripper hips."

The man looked down at the floor shamefully before making eye contact with Namjoon, "I think I have say that I'm sorry, I really didn't know that you liked guys."

"Yeah, fuck off before I punch you so fucking hard that you'll need a plastic surgeon," Seokjin growled, standing up from the booth with stern eyes, walking out towards the bathroom with Namjoon behind him.

Hoseok and Yoongi followed after the two while the rest of the boys at the table decided on cleaning the mess that was made.

Namjoon had a single tear streaming down his pretty cheeks and Yoongi shushed him, tugging him into a stall with Hoseok trailing behind him, "It's okay, baby, he was just a jerk who didn't what the hell he was doing."

Namjoon put his head on Hoseok's shoulder as he tried to calm down a bit, Yoongi taking his wet shirt off and drying down Namjoon's chest with the paper towels Jin had provided him.

"Can you guys watch over him while I run to my car and get him a dry shirt? I'll be only a moment." The eldest questioned, uttering the last part when Namjoon looked at him with child-like worry.

The two boys nodded and once Jin was out of the door, Yoongi separated from the hug and combed back Namjoon's fringe with his fingers, "Can I dry off your bottom, sweetie? I don't want you to get too cold."

Namjoon nodded after a moment and hugged Hoseok tighter when the feeling of his trousers went around his knees.

"There we go, all done," Yoongi smiled after wiping the paper towel he was given around Namjoon's bare ass, securing his pants around his hips afterward.

"You did so good, sweetie, just calm down," Hoseok hummed, looking at Namjoon once before squeezing him back onto his chest.

Yoongi hugged Namjoon from behind, leaning up on his toes in order to put his head on his shoulder, "We love you, Joonie."

A few seconds passed and Seokjin was back with one of his spare business shirts, a white button-up that always matched with his work attire.

"I got it, did you get him dry?" Jin asked, a strict but soft look in his eye as he pulled Namjoon to him and began to put on the shirt.

Jin was on the tenth and final button when Yoongi and Hoseok nodded in sync, smoothing out the edges of Namjoon's new shirt.

"You look so cute, Joon, do you feel sleepy?" Yoongi wondered as he saw how the other's eyes fluttered at the scent of his boyfriend.

Namjoon giggled, curling into Seokjin's side as he bit his lip, "Just a little bit, hyung."

Jin smiled at him and gave a warm kiss to his cold mouth, "Let's go home, then."

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Hi, my dears!

This is also a bit of a filler chapter, but I know that you guys love those. As I said above, I will be having some new drama that will eventually finish off the story. I'm not pepped about ending this book because I love it so much, but I will be having bonus chapters or possibly a sequel after the ending.

I hope you enjoyed reading this because I loved writing it for you

Have a lovely day/night because you make me smile

Love you~