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"F-Fuck, Jiminie, h-harder," Taehyung groaned, his voice strained with a mix of pain and pleasure.

He lay sprawled on his stomach, relishing the butt massage his brother was giving him. Jimin, wearing an adorable pout, pressed his palms deeper into Taehyung's tense muscles.

"Tae, you said just two minutes, but I've been massaging you for almost fifteen. Are we done?" Jimin asked, his hands still kneading Taehyung's flesh.

Taehyung lazily smiled, shaking his head. "Nope," he replied, his voice languid. He continued to enjoy the massage, the coolness of the air conditioner causing goosebumps to rise on his bare skin.

The only thing he wore was a pair of basketball shorts. Jimin's warm hands were a comforting relief against the chill.

"Jimin-ah, it's still hurting... please, just two more minutes," Taehyung pleaded, flashing his signature boxy smile.

"Okay, then, two more minutes," Jimin sighed, a note of relief in his voice.

"Actually... I meant ten to fifteen more minutes. It's really hurting," Taehyung faked a pout, trying to extend his pampering.Jimin's hands stopped mid-motion.

He gritted his teeth and then smacked Taehyung's back hard, more like delivering a series of playful yet firm punches rather than a soothing massage.

"Take this... *smack* You're so tired. *smack* This will help you better you ungrateful nasty living thing—" Jimin's fists stopped as Taehyung quickly slipped off the bed and stood up, glaring at him.

They locked eyes, both hybrids seething with challenge and sibling rivalry.

"You know what, Jimin? I have to show you your place," Taehyung growled, ready to launch into World War III with his brother.

"Okay, let's see how you can. You're so cowardly that you don't even get into your wolf form," Jimin smirked, pulling the right string to provoke Taehyung. The younger had never shifted into his wolf form. None of his brothers had ever seen it, and only their father knew how he looked in his other form.

The reason behind his reluctance to shift was a closely guarded secret, and they pitied him, assuming he wasn't a successful hybrid. Yet, they never brought it up—until now.

"I bet my shifted form will tear you apart so badly that you won't be able to stand," Taehyung snapped back, his voice trembling with suppressed fury.

"Oh, really? I'm so scared. Now deal with it," Jimin taunted, closing his eyes as his brows scrunched together in deep concentration.

Taehyung knew what was coming next—Jimin's shift. But this time, Taehyung was not ready to lose. He ran to the switchboard and turned off all the lights, then shut the windows and pulled the curtains. Darkness engulfed the room.

A grunt and a howl echoed, Jimin's wolf's yellow eyes glowing in the dark room. Following that, a powerful roar reverberated, the roar of a king.

For the first time, Jimin witnessed his brother's shift, though the darkness obscured his vision. He could only see a shadowy, furry figure.

Jimin's wolf, Haru, leaped at Taehyung. They fought, but it wasn't a fight to harm. There were no scratches, no bleeding, no injuries—just two siblings wrestling, trying to pin each other down until one surrendered. They weren't enemies; they were brothers, their fights as fierce as monsters yet as innocent as childhood tussles.

Haru was pinned down on the bed, Taehyung on top of him.Jimin found the situation amusing. What had started as a massage had escalated into this chaotic scene.

He shifted back to his human form, feeling Taehyung do the same.

"T-That was so stupid of us," Jimin chuckled, Taehyung joining in the laughter.

Taehyung moved his face close to the back of Jimin's neck, fanning his hot breath sensually. He did it to tickle Jimin, but it had an unintended effect. Jimin's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed. He clutched the bedsheet tightly.

"Trying to resist my breath... see how I'll make you laugh like a madman," Taehyung grinned, his hands starting to tickle Jimin while he continued blowing hot breath on his neck.

Jimin bit his lips, trying to suppress his laughter. The tickling was too much, though. He almost gave in, a lewd noise escaping his lips instead of laughter.

"You asshole of a brother, get up. You're pressing me to death," Jimin said, wriggling beneath Taehyung. Now he was lying on his back, with Taehyung on his stomach.

"SHIT," Taehyung yelled, his voice panicked."What happened?" Jimin asked, worried.

"Didn't you feel it?" Taehyung's eyes were wide with realization.

"W-What?" Jimin tried to understand.

"We both shifted back. It means that we are—" Taehyung was cut off.

"AHHHH, GET UP," Jimin screamed, pushing Taehyung off him and the bed.

He hurriedly pulled a blanket over himself, covering his naked body. Jimin was burning with embarrassment, his cheeks and ears flushed red. He had been skin-to-skin with his brother, every intimate part of his body touching the same on Taehyung. It was mortifying.

"Well, I was going to get up when I realized this. Why do you keep pushing me? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am? Thank God there was no light," Taehyung said, feeling equally mortified. He was usually bratty and a tease, but this situation had crossed all lines of decency.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I was just so panicked. D-Did you see anything?" Jimin's small voice trembled with embarrassment.

"No, Minie, I didn't. I'm also feeling so embarrassed. Today's day was so messy and turning. I won my match, we fought over a mere massage, and now this," Taehyung chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"I understand. Just don't t-tell anyone, or they'll make fun of us," Jimin pouted, his voice pleading.

"Okay, got it. Bye," Taehyung said, picking a veil from the dressing chair. He wrapped it around his lower body and marched to the door.

"Good night, Tae. And don't stay up late. We have a new session starting tomorrow," Jimin reminded him.

"Okay, mom. Good night," Taehyung teased, his tone playful.

"Mom?"

"What the heck, Tae?"

"Your body is so warm, mom," Taehyung yelled before dashing to his room at the speed of light.

"WTF!?!!" Jimin yelled, hurriedly putting on his night pajamas before slipping into bed.

"I am not warm," he muttered, pulling the blanket over his flustered body.That whole night, Jimin slept with his entire body covered by a thick blanket, even though it was summer. His hands were protectively crossed over his chest, as if trying to shield himself from any further invasion by a certain someone. The poor baby was still embarrassed and felt a bit shy.

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Jeongguk was flying down the road, his car zipping through the campus with reckless abandon. An amused grin stretched across his face as he drove with one hand, the other resting lazily behind his head.

"Koo, slow down! We're in the school campus," Jin warned, his eyes scanning the students walking around.

They were eying the chicks wandering about, their minds filled with possibilities. Every student's gaze was fixed on them—some curious, others terrified. But who cared about those students? They both had their sights set on new conquests.

Jeongguk brought the car to an abrupt halt, but not before it collided with the car in front. He groaned, while Jin chuckled, unfazed by the familiar mishap.

"What a nice day!" Jeongguk exclaimed sarcastically.

The door of the other car opened, and out stepped a boy—a strikingly beautiful yet fierce boy. He was shouting, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the surrounding students, which made Jin mad.

Jin got out of the car, moving toward the boy. The students cheered "Good morning, Jin oppa!" but he ignored them, focused solely on the newcomer.

"Do you have buttons instead of eyes, you pig?! Can't you see?" the boy glared at him, his words sharp. He was smaller than Jin, his skin as white as milk, with black hair and cat-like eyes. His thick ass caught Jin's attention, making him lick his lips.

"Um, sorry. It's my fault," Jin said, surprising the students around him. They had expected him to be a rich, unmannered brat, but his apology was disarming. The boy was taken aback.

"Oh, okay. Watch it next time," he replied, his expression softening into a smile that showcased his pretty gums. Did that make Jin go crazy?

"So, you're new, I see," Jin said, his voice dripping with curiosity.

"How did you know?" the boy asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Well, if you were old, my eyes wouldn't have missed such a pretty thing," Jin responded, giving him one of his charming smiles.

The boy tried to act tough, not showing any reaction. He just nodded. "I'm Min Yoongi, and you?"

"I'm Kim Seokjin. Don't hesitate if you need help. I'll see you around. Bye," Jin smiled, turning back to his car.

He didn't see Jeongguk anywhere, which meant that bunny must have gone to his class. Jin huffed and walked inside the campus.

"Kim Seokjin," Yoongi muttered, his heart drumming in his chest as he ran back to his car.

"Woah, Yoonie! We thought you'd kill him, but you didn't," Hoseok said, chuckling along with Hiya.

"No, he was gentle and nice, so I spared him," Yoongi replied, trying to defend himself from the probing eyes of his best friends.

"Gentle and nice, I see~" Hiya teased, and Hoseok laughed along.

"The fuck guys, let's go! We're getting late for the class," Yoongi yelled, and all three ran inside the campus.

They were breathing heavily, all eyes on them. Who wouldn't eye-fuck this trio?

Min Yoongi: hot, savage, and cute.

Jung Hoseok: so hot and pretty, with a mind-blowing fashion sense.

Hiya: a girl with the prettiest face, a sexy body, and a refreshing smile.

Together, they were a powerful combo.

All the students were drooling over them while some were betting on which Kim brother would choose which one of these new arrivals. But the issue was that there were three prey, but four predators.

"The fuck, Yoon!?! We're not late. You lied," Hoseok groaned, and Hiya, too, was shocked.

"What do you mean by lied? We still haven't received our schedules. Let's get them before classes start," Yoongi said.

"Oh yeah, let's run," Hiya squealed, and she started running, with Hoseok following her.

"Nice save," Yoongi said, patting himself on the back before slowly walking to the counter.

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Well, I was planning to write about Taemin's entry too but thought that it deserves a whole chapter to do it justice. So, I'll update it next time. Let this Hiya come into the eyes of our babies and let the game begin.

I'm so soft for soft Yoongi. (My Sope heart is crying in the corner.) Sope is my second favorite ship, then Namjin. But in this story, I mixed things up. E.g., Vmon, Yoonjin, Hopekook, etc.But it's okay. As long as Tae and Jimin are together, I'm ready to mess up this whole world, even if it means bawling my eyes out like a beggar for Sope.

Date: 7th August
Words: 1995❤️