“This discussion has been long overdo.” Everyone sat in a room, Namjoon in front of them, the only one standing.

“About what?”

“Taehyung.”

“Why does there need to be a discussion about Taehyung?”

“Look, I know he’s your brother, Jin. But he can’t just stay here.”

“What do you mean he can’t just stay here!?” Jin exclaimed.

“I run a mafia. And even though I trust you, I don’t trust him. He either has to join or find somewhere else to live.”

“What!?” Jin stood, flabbergasted.

“Hyung…” Taehyung said, trying to calm him down.

“Jin...love, I know that this sounds bad, but I can’t allow anything to get out. He lives directly at our base, has direct access to everything and anything. As much as I want to trust him, I’ve only known him for a week and a half. I have nothing for his loyalty, I barely know him as a person. You have to understand that if he decides to slip out some information, all of us, you would be in danger. I cannot allow that. You come before he does.”

“He would never do that! You would never do that, right Tae!”

“I wouldn’t, but I know where he’s coming from, Hyung. Don’t be mad at him, I would feel the same way.” Taehyung sighed and stood. “Namjoon Hyung, I understand your reasoning. If you need me to join your gang, prove my loyalty in anyway, then I’m willing to do it. I’m not leaving, though.”

Namjoon nodded, agreeing. “Very well. Hoseok will take you to the training room and figure out a specialty for you. I will also have to have you marked with my symbol.”

“Like this?” Taehyung lifted his shirt and just above his waist rested the symbol of their mafia, a small pair of wings dripping into a pool.

“Where did you get that?” Namjoon asked, eyes hardening.

“Whoa there.” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “Don’t go getting your panties bunched up. You forget that I’m technically your property. I had to get branded someway.”

Namjoon clenched his jaw. He had forgotten that tiny little detail. “Well, then I suppose that that isn’t needed then. Hoseok.”

Hoseok nodded and stood, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him out of the room. Taehyung followed him along the corridors, getting lost in all of the new places he was just now seeing.

They stopped in front of two double doors and entered a large gym area. Nobody was in there which relieved Taehyung greatly as he was dragged to the center of a set of mats.

"Alright. Let's see how well you can defend yourself."

"Defend myself?" Taehyung asked, growing wary of Hoseok as he seemed to move. He noticed the slight change in his stance, how he spread his legs farther apart and bent his knees.

Hoseok suddenly threw a punch at Tae.

This was the part where Taehyung magically found that he was amazing at defending himself. That he was a natural and could bring down Hoseok, a very skilled fighter in two seconds flat.

At least, that was what was supposed to happen.

What really happened was Taehyung cried out as blood started to instantly flow out of his nose. "Ow!" He whined, holding his nose.

"Shit, sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard." Hoseok said, rushing away to go and grab a towel. He came back and eased Tae's hand from his nose. "Well, it's not broken."

"Great!" Taehyung said with fake enthusiasm. "Why don't you punch me again then!"

"Hey! I was going easy on you!"

"I have no defense skills! You should actually try and teach me something before suddenly throwing punches! If you wanted to hit me so badly, you could've just told me--!"

Taehyung stumbled back in surprise as Hoseok suddenly crashed his lips to his.

Frozen in shock, he stared dumbly at the man in front of him as he pulled away slowly, a small smirk gracing his lips. "Sorry. You wouldn't shut up."

"Y-yah!" Taehyung stuttered, feeling his cheeks heat up. Hoseok laughed lowly and slowly removed the towel from Taehyung's nose, checking to see if it was still bleeding.

When he confirmed that it wasn't, he set the towel aside and turned back to the stripper. "Alright. Let's teach you some things in self defense then." He began.

"No punching! Or kissing!" Taehyung added with a squeak.

"Jeez, you're acting like that was your first real kiss." Taehyung made no sound and Hoseok laughed, unbelieving.

"Wait...you're saying that that was your first real kiss?"

"I didn't say anything." Taehyung mumbled.

"Silence speaks more than words sometimes. Well, if you think about it...technically that would've been your second kiss. I gave you your first one when you kicked me out of your makeshift art studio--"

"Stop talking!" Taehyung cried out. He covered his face and groaned in embarrassment. This could not get any worse. "Yes, Hoseok, you stole my first kiss. Thanks a lot!" He said sarcastically, returning back to his bratty state.

Hoseok smiled, feeling like he accomplished something. "How about this? You do well today and I'll give you another one~"

"What makes you think I want to kiss you again you big idiot?!" Taehyung screeched, backing away as Hoseok started to approach him.

"Who wouldn't want to kiss me?"

"Me!"

"You're lying~"

"Then I'll just do horribly today!"

"Then I'll just have to punish you baby~" Taehyung screeched and ran off as Hoseok began to chase him.

Something warm blossomed within the youngers chest and he smiled, giggling a little as Hoseok gained in him.

He suddenly found himself on the ground, his back pressed firmly against the mat and a panting Hoseok on top of him.

"Caught you, baby. How should I punish you now, hmm?"