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"I give you the mission of rescuing the prince, Sir Yoongi," the king's voice bellowed and echoed in the almost empty throne room. "Rise and be on your way, noble knight!" Yoongi rose and bowed once more before taking his leave. The armor on his body weighed heavily on him, but his mission to save the prince from the cursed dragon weighed more. He'd need to utilize all of his skills.

"Yoongi!" The knight turned to see his friend and chef of the castle, Kim Seokjin. "Hyung!" He smiled at the elder's presence. "Here, I packed a few items for you to bring on your journey." The elder held out a basket large enough to carry with two hands but small enough to place on his horse's back. "Thank you, hyung. I'll make sure to eat all of it. Your cooking is always the best!" Yoongi took the basket from him, not expecting the great weight of it. "I'll be back before you know it, hyung." "Stay safe, okay?" Jin brought Yoongi into a rare hug before leaving for the kitchen once again.

Yoongi continued on his way to his quarters with the other soldiers. "Sir Yoongi! How good to see you before your great journey to rescue the prince." The cheery voice brought an even greater smile to his face. "Hoseokie, how is my noble steed?" The stable boy started off his report with a chuckle. "In great condition as always. Cinnamon is so well taken care of." The man was tooting his own horn. "I'll see that myself when I get to ride him. I'm afraid I must cut this conversation short, though. I leave for my journey early tomorrow morning." "Of course, Sir Yoongi. I'll leave you to pack your belongings. Stay safe, sir." With that, they both went about their business.

A knock on the doorframe stopped Yoongi from packing once again. "Sir Namjoon! What a pleasure it is to see the Great Wizard see me off for my journey!" The wizard chuckled at the knight's jests. "Drop the formalities Yoongi, you know I'm only seeing you off as a friend." The two had been joined by the hip since they first came to the castle. They were childhood friends, both of them swearing to protect each other no matter what. "I've also come bearing gifts." The wizard entered the space to place some potions in the knight's bag. "Healing potions and the usual others for you. There's a special potion in there as well," Namjoon brought himself by Yoongi's ear whispering, "Use it at the most crucial time. You'll know when that is." Namjoon patted the knight on the shoulder before bringing him into a hug. "Stay safe, my friend." "I will. I'll make sure to bring back some more herbs for you as well." With that, Yoongi was ready for his journey to the lair of the cursed dragon. But he wondered, why didn't they wish for the prince's safety as well?

 The next morning, he met Hoseok in the stables. Cinnamon was prepared with a saddle and water on the side. "I'll make sure to bring him back safe and sound, Hoseok. He's still your most precious horse." The knight butted heads with his horse, the horse pushing into the familiar touch of his rider. "I'll be waiting here, Sir Yoongi. We all will." Yoongi mounted the horse, bags safely secured to the back of his horse.

As the horse walked out to the gates of the castle, Yoongi spotted the King and the Queen waiting for him. He dismounted and kneeled in front of his King. "Your Majesties. I didn't expect you to see me off as well," he said as he stared at the floor. "Rise, Sir Yoongi. We wish to send you off with the best wishes and a safe journey. We will await your return. Bring back the prince by all means," the Queen said. Yoongi couldn't help but stare into the cold eyes of the Queen as she spoke. There was something off.

The King brought him out of his reverie by patting his shoulder. He held a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. "We trust you, Sir Yoongi. This is a matter of peace and order. Bring my son back to me." With that, the King helped Yoongi mount his horse once again before they shot off out the castle gates.

Yoongi rode through the forest with one destination in mind. He believed he knew the location, heading straight there, not stopping for anything or anyone. He was a man on a mission. A mission to bring back the beloved prince of his home. When the sun dipped down too low, he stopped and set up camp. He let Cinnamon drink some of the water from the nearby creek as he went out to get firewood. He ate some of the food Jin had packed him and went straight to sleep. Though, sleep didn't come easy to him. He stared at the night sky between the branches of the trees, the moon shining down on the silent forest.

He hummed a local lullaby, a song from his childhood. When he heard branches crack, he flinched. He was already halfway through his journey. He needed to stay alert. Eventually, sleep consumed him until the next morning. He freshened up in the creek and ate a little more. Packing, he couldn't help but wonder what the cursed creature would look like. Would it be tall, intimidating with a black aura? Or would it slither into his space, silently killing him and taking his belongings? He thumbed the emblem on his sword, a phoenix crest on the handle with red beady eyes made from ruby.

"Come on, Cinnamon. Let's go before anything happens." The horse snorted and nudged his rider with affection. Yoongi didn't waste another second mounting his horse and speeding through the forest once again. He raced past a sign he didn't bother to read, too distracted to let anything else bother him. The scenery had changed drastically. There was a rolling fog and the trees seemed to grow faces, their eyes boring holes into his body.

Yoongi was instantly put off by this change and slowed down to survey his surroundings. He couldn't see the sky anymore, the canopy too thick to see through. He seemed to have entered a swampy area. It's a very unusual location for a swamp. They were far from any deltas or waterfalls, so why was there a random swamp in the middle of the forest?

Yoongi didn't have the time to answer his question as he was attacked. He was flung forward by an unknown force, knocking the air out of his lungs. He shot up, sword in hand. He'd expected someone to come through the shadows, not vines and poisonous flowers. He cut through vine after vine calling out for his steed who was panicking at the entrance of the swamp. "CINNAMON!!" He grunted and panted heavily but the plants never seemed to stop coming.

A vine caught his ankle dragging him across the forest floor. He cut that one, but five more caught his arms. "DAMMIT! CINNAMON!!!" His yells were futile. But he promised. He promised to get back with him safely. His air supply was cut off as one last vine closed around his neck. His vision grew blurry and splotched. He saw a black silhouette approach before he blacked out completely.

 Yoongi's body felt heavy when he came to. Everything was first a blur, the ceiling was a dull orange and it was warm. Too warm. He gasped and shot up from where he lied. No restraints, but his armor was missing. He was clad in a large white button down and loose black silk pants. "What?" His throat burned with the word, remembering how he lost consciousness. He scratched at his arms looking for injuries other than his neck. Nothing. He only felt his throat throb from dehydration and mistreatment.

He looked around the room. A fireplace, so that's where the dancing orange colors came from. He was apparently in a bed. It was too big. The bed looked like it took up half the room. In front of the fireplace was a vibrant red rug, a dark wooden coffee table on top. A matching wooden rocking chair stood still next to the window opposite of him. On the left side of the bed were drawers facing him. On the right, a nightstand with several used candles and some food. Sorry about this morning. Have some of this soup. It should be easy on your throat. You can warm it up in the fireplace if you'd like. -JK

"JK?" Yoongi wondered aloud, but the scratchiness of his throat only allowed a whisper. He uncovered the still warm soup. The person was here earlier. He didn't smell any toxins or poisons in the soup, but you could never be too careful. He tentatively sipped at it, testing the flavor. Nothing but a delicious dish. He took a bigger spoonful one after another, almost devouring it. He didn't realize how hungry he was until then.

He cleared his throat, tested it. It didn't hurt as badly anymore, still scratchy but it only tingled. Getting up out of the bed seemed to be easy, his aching body from his journey was renewed. "How the hell-" he stopped in his tracks when the door creaked open slowly. "Hello?" Lovely, he thought. A head poked through the crack. "Oh! You're awake! Good." The unknown man entered the room casually. He was clad in essentially the same as Yoongi.

Fuck, he's beautiful, Yoongi thought when he finally got a good look at the man's face. Doe eyes with a cute nose and pink plump lips. A mole poked through from under the man's bottom lip. "I-I'm Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Are you feeling better?" Yoongi stayed silent. "J-Jungkook? Like Crown Prince Jeon Jungkook who supposedly died from an illness?" The man nodded. Yoongi laughed--no--guffawed! "Y-You're telling me that y-you are the Jeon Jungkook from 200 years ago?! You're funny! Now tell me who you really are." Yoongi instantly put up his guard, glaring at the beautiful boy in front of him.

 "I said. I'm Jeon Jungkook. I don't know how to prove that to you but I am." He blinked his sparkly, large eyes. He certainly did look like him. "Oh! I have the family emblem on my shoulder!" The supposed Jeon Jungkook started to strip himself. Yoongi's eyes widened seeing rippling abs and flawless porcelain skin, the occasional mole. "Here!" He pointed to the emblem tattooed on his shoulder, one you can only get from the royal painter. "Well, fuck," Yoongi whispered and put down his guard. Jungkook pouted. "swearing is bad. You shouldn't say that!"

A child. He resembled a cute little child with big sparkly brown eyes and the cutest little pout. "Fuck," he whispered again. This time Jungkook stomped his foot and his hands clenched at his sides. A fucking adorable little baby, Yoongi thought. "No swearing! I might just have to put a spell on you to make you stop swearing so much." Yoongi blinked. "A spell?" Jungkook nodded, still pouting. "You mean spells from the fairytales?" Yoongi was completely and utterly confused. Magic was but a fairytale, something made up, fictional.

Jungkook stopped pouting. "Do you not practice magic anymore?" Yoongi shook his head. "Dammit. He really made them stop," Jungkook whispered to himself. "Well, I guess I'll have to show you." Yoongi said nothing as he watched Jungkook flick his wrist and out came a bouquet of flowers. It dropped into his hand, the leaves shaking from the impact. "Here, for you." Jungkook reached toward Yoongi, said man reluctantly accepting them. "Thanks, I guess. Ummm, I guess I should start by introducing myself. I'm Min Yoongi, a knight." This time Jungkook blinked.

"What's a knight doing all the way out here? Especially only one knight. Did you run away? What happened?" Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed. Suddenly Yoongi felt uncomfortable being the only one standing. "Um, I was given a mission. I must save Prince Jimin from the cursed dragon that lives deep in the mountain caves. I don't suppose you know where it is, do you?" Yoongi, still holding the bouquet, stepped toward Jungkook.

"Um, about that." Jungkook gnawed at his bottom lip. "I'm the cursed 'dragon' that you speak of," Jungkook said while pointing at himself. "What?" Yoongi said. His head started hurting, his breath erratic. Next thing he knew, his body collided with the floor, the flowers scattered around him.

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When Jungkook was only a child, he watched a family move into the house across the street. His stubby bunny ears twitched with curiosity as he saw a human family bring boxes upon boxes into the house. His legs ached as he tiptoed to watch through the window in the living room. "Bun, do you wanna meet our new neighbors?" He looked back at his mother, her ears relaxed behind her head. "Neighbows?" he asked, still not used to saying his Rs yet. "Yes baby, neighbors. They have a boy around your age. Maybe he could be your friend!" Jungkook's eyes lit up at the idea.

He jumped in his place waiting for his mother to pick him up. "Okay, okay, bun. Let's go see our new neighbors." He squealed with joy as his mother smiled adoringly at her child. Upon hearing a greeting, the family of strangers turned around. They returned the greeting. "Hello, we're your neighbors from across the street. I'm Mrs. Jeon, and this is my son, Jungkookie. Say hi." Jungkook's ears drooped behind his head from being shy, but he waved nonetheless. He buried his face into his mother's neck. "Oh, such a cutie! I'm Mrs. Min, my husband Mr. Min and my son Yoongi. Say hello." The boy that responded bowed politely before saying hello. "Such a respectful young man. Come on Jungkookie, say hi." She put her son down, the child begging to be picked up again. He whined and protested until he felt another person's arms engulf him and pick him up. He squeaked in confusion, his ears shooting up and smacking the person carrying him in the face.

The person spluttered but giggled. Jungkook looked back to see Yoongi with a gummy smile and a missing tooth. He gasped, turning around in the elder's hold and squishing his face. "Mommy! Hyungie tooth is gone!" The parents giggled as baby Jungkook manhandled Yoongi's face around. The elder was annoyed but was extremely enamored by the baby. Jungkook's ears flapped around as he looked at Yoongi's teeth, the elder laughing. "He's so cute! How old is he?" Mrs. Min asked. "He just turned 4. He still has some trouble with his Rs, though. Jungkook-ah, say 'neighbors'," the youngest turned to his mother again giggling. "Neighbows!" "Oh my goodness, he's too cute! Our Yoongi is 8, he turns 9 in March. I suppose that they'll be going to the same school next year," Yoongi's father stated, hooking his arm around his wife's waist.

"Yes, he'll have to start going to kindergarten soon. How did you handle having to leave your son at school? I can't even bear to think about leaving my Jungkookie at school," Jungkook's mother fretted. "Oh, you'll just have to get used to it. It's worrying at first but seeing them grow up is the best thing." Yoongi's mother spoke as though she was an expert.

As their parents talked, Yoongi continued to hold Jungkook up, letting the younger squirm in his hold. Jungkook squealed particularly loud and bumped noses with Yoongi. A bunny kiss. "Oh no! Jungkookie, don't do that." His mother slipped him out of Yoongi's hold still squirming. Of course, Yoongi didn't understand why the younger wasn't allowed to bump noses with him. "Oh, he's a baby. Children are like that Mrs. Jeon. Let him be affectionate," Mrs. Min let off the affectionate action off as child's play. Mrs. Jeon still bit her lip with worry as her son continued to reach for the older boy who was making faces for Jungkook. Yoongi loved his giggles.

Another car soon came by. "Oh, that's my husband. I should probably get going now. It was very nice meeting you three." Mrs. Jeon leaned down to let Jungkook attack Yoongi with bunny kisses again, taking into heed that she should teach Jungkook to control his little bunny habits. "Bye bye. I'll come by with my husband next time!" With that, Jungkook was whisked away as he waved bye to the older boy from across the street named Yoongi.

Before they knew it, Jungkook and Yoongi were holding hands at the entrance of the local elementary school. "Kookie, don't cry, okay baby? Mommy and Daddy will be waiting for you at home, okay? Yoongi will be here, too." The elder held onto Jungkook's hand like it was a lifeline. Jungkook's mother turned to the elder. "Take care of Jungkook for me, okay Yoongi? Your parents and I will be waiting for you two at home. You know the way, right?" The kitty-like human nodded. "Okay, go inside now. Your teachers are waiting for you." Mrs. Jeon kissed the both of them on the head and watched them walk further into the school. Jungkook's little white cotton tail wiggled with every step.

Every day went by like that, Yoongi and Jungkook were dropped off by their parents and they came back home hand-in-hand. Yoongi was 9 and he was responsible. He's a responsible boy despite always asking Jungkook for bunny kisses all the time. His parents explained what the nose rubbing meant, an action bunnies do to imitate a human kiss, to show their love. And he became determined to do it as many times as he can with Jungkook. Even Jungkook loved it, his bunny teeth showing with every smile after each bump. "I love you, Yoongi-hyung!" Yoongi showed off his gummy smile at the phrase. "I love you, too baby bun."

When Yoongi started middle school, Jungkook cried for him to stay. But Yoongi knew exactly what to do to calm him down. "Bunny, bunny look at hyung. Ok?" Yoongi initiated the bunny kiss for the first time. Jungkook was shocked but he stopped crying. "I'll only be down the street, okay. I'll be picking you up every day. Is that okay?" The younger sniffled but nodded. Jungkook's mother was starting to get worried about the bunny kisses. They were getting too old for it to be child's play.

But they still did it. Every single day. Yoongi was only further enamored with Jungkook as he grew up. As he grew up taller than him, his white ears lengthening and eventually having to be folded down all the time. He still loved Jungkook. Jungkook loved Yoongi even more as he grew up as well. Despite having to watch his hyung leave him behind to go to college, Jungkook loved him. Even through texts, they'd say, "bunny kiss!"

When Jungkook graduated from high school, he was almost a whole head taller than Yoongi, his ears not adding onto his height. But they still did their bunny kisses, Yoongi just had to tiptoe in order to do it correctly. Their bunny kisses became more meaningful with each one. "I love you, hyung," Jungkook whispered one night. "I love you too, Jungkookie. Bunny kiss?" Yoongi leaned in and rubbed their noses tenderly. He leaned away with a little peck to Jungkook's lips. They giggled and fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was a given that they went to the same college. Yoongi majored in music and Jungkook in vocals. They roomed with each other, their relationship turning into one of passion and deep love. But one night, with Jungkook under, Yoongi had to lean down to bump their noses. "Bunny kiss," he whispered. He and his lover giggled. "Human kiss," Jungkook whispered before bringing Yoongi into a passionate kiss. They continued on with their steamy night.

Even as they grew old and natural grey hairs popped out of their heads, they bumped noses. "Bunny kiss, hyung," Jungkook said as he intertwined his fingers with Yoongi's. His ears were now permanently folded down, using too much strength to straighten them now. "Bunny kiss, my bunny," Yoongi responded as he leaned in, almost missing entirely. Jungkook giggled when he almost missed. "I love you, Yoongi." "I love you, Jungkook." Bunny kiss.

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Taehyung cuddled further into Jimin's side, sighing as he finally found a comfortable position with the shorter man. Jungkook sat on the armchair off to the side. He watched with disdain. He didn't want to admit it but he was jealous. Jimin never let him burrow into his side. But then again, Jungkook had never tried.

Jungkook huffed in his seat as he turned away from the 95-liners. He leaned further into the plush of the armchair. "Jungkookie? Is something wrong?" The addressed man turned back to see Taehyung and Jimin staring at him with worry dripping from their gazes. "I'm fine, just been out of it lately." Jealousy sucks, he thought. "Talk to us if you need to get anything off your chest," Taehyung said genuinely concerned for his only dongsaeng. Jungkook just huffed and left for his room.

He didn't feel any better the next morning. Taehyung was once again stuck to Jimin. He was hanging his arms over the shorter's shoulder as he poured cereal for the both of them. "Tae, you're heavy. At least help me with the milk." Jungkook watched as Taehyung huffed while finally getting off of Jimin to get the milk. "That's why Jimin's so short, hyung." Jungkook didn't mean to say that, but he just couldn't help his teasing. It at least averted Jimin's attention to him instead of Taehyung.

Jimin smacked his arm when Jungkook passed by, giggling and showing his signature smile. The one that made his eyes scrunch into crescents and temporarily blind the older. Jungkook never failed to smile when he saw it. With Jimin's attention now on him, he took advantage.

"Hyung, do you wanna hand out today? Just catch up as the Busan boys." Jungkook's sudden invitation caught Jimin off guard. "Sorry, Kookie. I'm hanging out with Taehyung at the manga cafe today. Maybe next time?" Jungkook visibly deflated. "Oh, ok." When a bowl of cereal was placed in front of him, he only managed to eat half of the already light breakfast. "I'll be in my room," he said not noticing the longing stare Jimin gave him as he left.

Jungkook heard Jimin and Taehyung leave that morning at 11. He didn't bother with leaving his room, just sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling. What felt like minutes turned out to be hours of sitting and staring because soon, Seokjin came knocking at his door.

"Jungkook-ah. Are you eating lunch? It's already 4 o'clock!" Jungkook jumped out of his bed to look at his clock. It really was already 4:12 PM. He spent 5 hours doing nothing but mope around and wait for his love. "S-Sorry, hyung. I'll be out in a bit. I totally lost track of time!" When no response came, he assumed his hyung had already left to his own room.

Still clad in his pajamas, Jungkook left to eat some lunch. To his surprise, his favorite hyung was sitting at the dinner table typing away at his phone. "Hyung?" Jimin looked up and smiled at his dongsaeng. "You said you wanted to hang out! I came back early. Taehyung's with his actor friends now, so I can hang out with you till late!" Jimin spread his arms as if he was celebrating. Jungkook smiled finally.

"Ok, I'll just eat lunch and then we can do whatever." Jimin agreed and stayed at the table. It was only then that Jungkook really noticed how hungry he was, his stomach growling so loud it seemed to echo in his body. He didn't mind though, the excitement much greater than his hunger. He hurriedly warmed up a bit of the japchae and pork leftover from the others. "What did you want to do today, Jungkook-ah?" Jimin leaned his elbow on the table and cupped his cheek. He smiled brightly, taking Jungkook's breath away. "I just wanted to hang out with you today, hyung. I missed you." He whispered the last part, his smile blinding.

"Cute. Let's go out clubbing tonight! We don't have classes for the week. I'll help pick your outfit!" Jungkook choked on his noodles. Jungkook knew Jimin, he knew him very well. "I'm so gonna get you laid tonight!" Jimin shot off to Jungkook's room. Jungkook stayed silent for five seconds before practically screaming, "FUCK!" He left his unfinished food and ran after Jimin, but the older was already shuffling through his closet for the perfect outfit. "Wait! Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung." He kept calling for his hyung to stop going through his clothes before he found them.

Jungkook knew he found them when Jimin froze. He took a shoebox out from the very bottom of Jungkook's closet. Jungkook bit his lip in anticipation as Jimin opened the box painfully slow. But, for some reason, Jimin seemed to sigh in relief. "W-What is it, hyung?" "I thought you had sex toys or something! I wasn't expecting high heels! Fuck, you need to put these on right now!" Jungkook stood stiffly in his room trying to process what his hyung was saying. "What?" Jimin just gestured for him to sit on the bed where a majority of his nicer clothes laid lifelessly.

Jungkook reluctantly followed the order, sitting at the edge of his bed rod stiff. "Relax, baby. They're only heels!" Jungkook jolted at the nickname. He didn't expect the love of his life to call him that, ever. They were black stilettos with black diamonds lining the back of the heel and the straps that crossed his foot, trapping it in shiny black leather. The straps seemed to crawl up his toned leg till it wrapped around his ankle with more diamonds and leather. Jimin pushed up his pajama pants so they showed the whole calf, this legs hairless and the heels perfectly complimenting his body. "Fuck, that's sexy," Jimin whispered, arousal pooling in his black eyes.

"H-Hyung, can I take these off now?" Jungkook awkwardly shuffled his feet together, bringing Jimin out of his stupor. "Y-Yeah, but you're definitely wearing those tonight. We. Are. Getting. You. Fucked. Up!" Jimin punctuated each word with a clap. Jungkook bit his lip with worry. "Now, shoo! I still need to find the perfect outfit for you. Finish your lunch and go shower." With that, Jimin pushed Jungkook out of the younger's room. When the younger was finally out, Jimin leaned against the door and sighed. The crouched down and ran a hand over his face. He looked down at his pants. "Fuck."

Jungkook shuffled back into the kitchen to finish his food, finding Taehyung there. "Oh, hi hyung. When'd you get back?" Taehyung turned to him with a cup of water. "Just now. Is Jiminie here?" The name flowed out of Taehyung's mouth so naturally that Jungkook almost flinched. "Y-Yeah, he's in my room trying to pick an outfit for me for tonight." Taehyung quirked an eyebrow as he swallowed the last gulp of water. "What's going on tonight?" "Jimin-hyung and I are going clubbing. Wanna come?" He regretted the question instantly. Tonight was supposed to be for him and Jimin, not Jimin, Taehyung, and whoever that guy is. "Sure, why not? I'll just go pick out my outfit right now." Taehyung patted the boy on the shoulder as he walked past to his own room.

Jungkook lost his appetite and just threw out the rest of his food. Jin would've scolded him for being so wasteful, but he had bigger problems at hand. He ran back to his room, barging in and effectively scaring Jimin. "Oh my God, Jungkook! You scared the shit out of me." Jimin stood there holding up a familiar outfit Jungkook recognized to be the one he wore for a performance when he was in high school. The whole outfit was still intact. "Oh no, hyung, no. Please-" "Come on, Jungkookie! You were the sexiest person on that stage in this outfit. You are wearing this tonight with those sexy-ass high heels. I'm also doing your makeup. It's almost 5, come on! Go and shower!" Jungkook hesitated a little bit but he followed his hyung. "Oh, Taehyung-hyung is coming with us. He's picking out an outfit right now." "Okay, okay. Now go shower!" Jungkook was once again pushed out of his room. He turned around to the door of his room. "MY TOW-" He was smacked in the face with his towel and a pair of underwear.

He left to shower, pampering himself with a long hot shower. Even conditioning his hair for a little longer than usual, allowing that natural shine to peek through. A knock on the door startled him. "Jungkookie, I have your outfit ready. Can I come in?" Jungkook rushed to wrap his towel around him. "Y-Yeah." Jimin entered with a hand full of hangers and the other with his own personal makeup palette. "Sit down, I'll style your hair." Jungkook stopped paying attention to what was going on around him as Jimin got him ready to go clubbing. Jungkook flinched a few times as Jimin tucked his shirt into the bottoms. "Okay, time for makeup. Sit on the toilet." Jungkook did as he told and let Jimin do his thing.

"Open your eyes." Jungkook's face felt a little heavy from the unfamiliar feeling of makeup on his face. "Let me go get the heels." Jimin left him to check himself out in the mirror. He stared at himself. He looked hot. So. Fucking. Hot. God, he didn't recognize himself at first, but he knew it was himself.

(outfit w/o the glasses, hat, and watch. Totally inspired by Eugene Lee Yang.)

His usually doe-like eyes became piercing, sexy and full of fire. His skin was flawless, no acne scars in sight. He had a bold red lip representing his favorite color. His hair was parted on the at what looked like a 75:25 ratio, the hair mainly falling to the right side of his face covering his eye just a little bit. He looked further down. His already tiny waist became tinier with the corset on. The fitted dress shirt tucked under the corset and into a long, slitted pencil skirt that showed off his muscular legs and smooth, hairless skin. He remembered the heeled boots he wore the first time he wore this outfit. They were his outlet into the life of high heels. He came to love high heels after wearing those boots. Now they were going to be replaced with the heels he bought himself.

"Like it?" Jungkook didn't notice Jimin coming in, too busy checking himself out. Jimin raised the heels from behind his back. Jungkook didn't expect Jimin to squeal in excitement. "Oh, you're going to be the hottest person in the club, fuck." Jimin bent to place Jungkook's feet into the heels despite the younger's protests of being able to do it himself. "Okay," Jimin rose and brushed off his knees, "Can you try walking? I can hold you if you want." Jungkook shook his head, already used to walking in heels. "Then I'll just go and get myself ready, okay? You can wait outside if you like." With that, Jimin walked out of the bathroom to his room. Jungkook heaved a sigh. He was really going to go out like this.

He walked out of the bathroom, finally. "Oh, Jungkook! You finally done? I've been-" Namjoon stopped in his tracks and looked up. "How are you taller than me?" It was true. Jungkook was now a few centimeters taller than Namjoon, the tallest in this house. "Holy fuck, you look so hot, Jungkookie!" Jungkook's attention averted to Jin and Hoseok standing in the doorway of the older's room. Jungkook blinked as a sudden flash temporarily blinded him. "This one's going in the group chat!" Before Jungkook could protest, Jin's door was slammed and locked in his face.

"Jungkook-ah, are you ready? We're just waiting on Jiminie!" he heard Taehyung call from the living room. "Y-Yeah. Um, hyung can you move out of the way, please?" Namjoon shuffled to the side, mouth still wide open in shock at the cute Jungkook's transformation. "You can use the bathroom now, hyung. I'll just...go away now." Jungkook's hips swayed with each step, the clicking catching Taehyung's attention. "Hey, you wanna pre-" Taehyung's eyes widened as he looked Jungkook up and down. The boy stayed silent for a few minutes. "Hyung?" Jungkook's voice brought Taehyung out of his daze. "Excuse me." Jungkook watched as his youngest hyung walked past him and into Jimin's room. A loud conversation took place but Jungkook couldn't understand.

His phone buzzed in his hand, a message from the group chat. Three more came in almost instantaneously.



R u trying to keep me from working?!?!




No one else answered, leaving him curious and confused. He almost jumped in shock as a sudden spraying sound came from behind him, floating down over him. He sniffed at it, perfume. "The final touch." Jungkook turned around to see Jimin smiling and Taehyung pursing his lips in what seemed like frustration. "Hyung?" Jungkook asked, his worried eyes set on Taehyung. "I'm fine, just a little conflicted." Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Come on, come on. Let's go eat something first before going. Don't want us to get blackout drunk too early into the night!" Jungkook finally noticed their outfits.

(jimin outfit) (taehyung outfit)

Jungkook gulped when he noticed how sexy his hyungs looked. He never thought he'd have the hots for Taehyung. The three were walking through the nightclub streets of Seoul before Jungkook could think. He bit his lip in anticipation. Each club they passed was packed, but Jimin and Taehyung didn't deem them worthy of their presence. Jungkook just followed them, no questions asked.

They finally came in front of a much larger club than the rest, not as many people outside. "New Moon?" Jungkook thought aloud. "Yup, one of the biggest gay clubs there is in South Korea. They will have the honor of Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook gracing their humble abode," Taehyung explained. "The hell you talkin' 'bout. Let's just get this party started!" Jimin dragged the two taller boys to the entrance, letting the bouncer do their thing.

"Ok, the plan is to do what we want, but if we're leaving at any time or need help, just text one of us or both of us. You're still our responsibility, Jungkookie. Don't get too carried away!" With that, Jimin and Taehyung left Jungkook by the bar and went off to dance, the floor packed with horny clubbers. Jungkook sighed and just sat down on one of the stools, making sure that his skirt still covered the majority of his bottom half.

"Can we get six shots of tequila please?" An unknown voice rang in his ear. He turned around to see a tall, lean man. He made eye contact with the stranger, a blush creeping up his face. "I'm Yugyeom. I never thought I'd see someone as cute as you in this club." Jungkook blinked before answering. "I-I'm Jungkook." He cursed his stutter. This was his chance to finally get over Jimin!

Instead, Yugyeom giggled. "Cute. So, what brings you to this club in particular? Especially dressed like that." Jungkook watched as Yugyeom eyed him from top to bottom. "I'm here with a couple of my friends. We were really just supposed to hang out but it turned into this." Jungkook raised his arms as if emphasizing the place he's in. "Ah, dragged here by your wilder friends. That happens quite a bit in this club. You'd be surprised. See that guy over there? The one with the blue hair, eye smile, and mole under his right eye?" Jungkook looked to where he was pointing. Indeed there was a man that looked exactly as he described. "He's my friend. His boyfriends tend to drag him here every chance they get. They like to get him all dressed up for things like this." Jungkook giggled. Memories of Jimin rifling through his closet to dress him came to mind, a small smile making it to his face. What he didn't know were the stares from across the room glaring at the tall man next to him.

Jimin and Taehyung were on the dance floor, both of them getting lost in the music. It was until Taehyung noticed someone they didn't know talking to Jungkook, a protective pulse running through his veins. "Jimin," he grabbed the said man by the arm. He flicked his head to where Jungkook was. In between the crowd of people, the two could see Jungkook giggling and smiling at this man they didn't know, a flame lighting in their eyes.

"Damn, never thought I'd get jealous of anybody around our Jungkook," Taehyung said. Jimin nodded, no words said as he started to walk towards the said boy. They eyed how the tall man placed fleeting touches on Jungkook's exposed thigh, his cheek, his hands. The flame grew larger, engulfing their pupils. Jungkook had no idea what he was getting into.

Jungkook wasn't responding to the touches, not really minding them. He never reflected the touches, though. Yugyeom was starting to think that this was gonna be harder than he wanted. "Say, how old are you? You don't seem that old," Yugyeom asked. "I was born in September of '97. I'm only 22." Yugyeom's eyebrows rose at that. "I was born in November of the same year! We could be friends!" Yugyeom held Jungkook's hands in his own, leaning in a little closer. Jungkook didn't know.

"Yugyeom!" The two turned to see Jimin and Taehyung standing there. "I haven't seen you in a while! Whatcha doin' with our Jungkookie?" Yugyeom slowly pulled his hands away. "Your Jungkookie?" He raised an eyebrow and looked to Jungkook for an answer. "They're the friends I told you about! This is Jimin-hyung and this is Tae-hyung!" Jungkook smiled widely as he was finally back with his hyungs.

"Uh, yeah. I know who they are. Why didn't you tell me that your friends were...them?" Jungkook just blinked. "What do you mean? Do you know each other?" "Of course we do! Yugyeom was the one that got kicked out last time for harassing multiple people! We were the ones that made sure he stayed out!" Taehyung slung his arm around the sitting male, rocking him like he was an old friend.

 Jungkook could tell that Yugyeom was uncomfortable with this interaction, but he didn't know how. Should he save his new friend or not? Jimin made that decision for him. "Jungkook, you should be careful with guys like him. You can be friends, but don't let him touch you in any way you deem inappropriate," he whispered into the younger's ear. But there was a certain edge to his voice that confused Jungkook more. "Hyung, are you jealous?" Jungkook whispered back.

Jimin's face reddened, almost matching the bouncing red lights of the club. He didn't answer as he made Jungkook get up out of his seat. "We're leaving. I think that was enough for tonight," Jimin announced. Both Taehyung and Jungkook looked at him with bewildered eyes. "You never go only to one club, Jiminie." Jimin just glared at his same-aged friend. "I said, we're leaving," he seethed through his teeth and eyed Jungkook for Taehyung to get the message. When Taehyung finally received it, he let go of Yugyeom.

It had only been an hour and they were already leaving the club, but Jungkook just followed his hyungs without complaint. "Jungkook-ah, lean down for a second," Jimin suddenly said when they were near their house again. Jungkook just did as he was told, bending at his waist to get to his hyung's height. Jungkook's eyes widened as he felt not one but two pairs of lips kiss his cheeks. Taehyung on the left and Jimin on the right. "You're ours, okay? Never forget that." Taehyung and Jimin smirked as Jungkook blushed a deep red, his ears practically glowing in embarrassment.

"That's not fair!" the youngest complained. He leaned down to fully kiss Jimin on the lips. Taehyung complained, wanting a kiss too. "You'll get your turn, Taehyungie~" Jimin teased. "Whose the jealous one now?" Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. Jungkook went stiff. "You knew?!?" Jungkook exclaimed, his doe eyes making an appearance once again. He pouted and moved to start kissing Taehyung instead. "Hey!" Taehyung was in heaven while Jungkook turned back around and stuck his tongue out, teasing his other hyung. "No kisses for you tonight!" Jimin and Taehyung giggled at how cute their little boy was.

"Did you know, too?" Jungkook broke the kiss to look at the pink haired boy in the eyes. Taehyung broke eye contact to look in the distance, "...maybe." That earned him a smack to the chest. Jungkook stalked off towards home without them, his face a deep red and lipstick smudged. The 95-liners ran to catch up with him, giggling. "It's okay, baby. We've had a crush on you since we first met you. Nothing to be so embarrassed about~" Jimin teased. Jungkook only flushed deeper. The click of his heels answered them as he continued to ignore them.

He slammed the door open, not caring to take off his heels. "Welcome...back?" Namjoon's eyes were fixed on the passing figure as he greeted them. "What's up with him?" Jimin and Taehyung only giggled. "Oh, don't worry. He's only being a cutie."

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"H-Hyung," Jungkook whispered grabbing at the sheets of their shared bed. "Hmm?" Jimin thrusted again and again. He didn't let the younger try and answer. "I-I'm-I'm gonna-" he was interrupted by a particularly hard thrust right to his prostate. He squeaked and collapsed onto his chest, his arms giving out from under him. "What was that, Kookie?" Jimin bent forward, making his cock burrow deeper into his younger lover. "I'm gonna be late for school!!!" Jungkook yelled at him.

Jimin certainly wasn't expecting that statement, eyes wide with surprise. Jimin only giggled. "I'll drive you there later. Why not go for another round?" Jungkook gasped as he orgasmed once again, hands scraping helplessly at the sheets. Jimin flipped him over and dove right back in. "H-Hyung," Jungkook whined as Jimin continued to fuck him right to the edge.

At 11:00AM, Jungkook struggled to sit properly in his seat, his ass sore and back aching from what happened this morning. "I swear, I'm gonna kill him..." he gritted as he tried to take notes.

Meanwhile, Jimin was left in the cafe. He sighed deeply, a little pout on his lips. He leaned on the broom he was using behind the cash register. "I miss Jungkookie~" he whined at his partner. Yoongi looked him right in the eye. "You know he started working here just so he could earn some extra money to finally finish college." Yoongi turned back to the dishes he was drying.

Oh, he remembered alright. At first, Jimin and Jungkook were perfectly normal in their relationship. Jimin stayed as the respectable owner he was with the help of his longtime best friend, Min Yoongi. Jungkook was the one that changed first. Jimin was an observant person. He instantly noticed the change in Jungkook's behavior. He used to ask Jimin for approval of his work, desperate to be recognized as the model worker. Of course, Jimin let him have that joy of being their best and only part-timer.

His behavior drastically changed around the time Jimin got a cuff piercing. Jimin hadn't worn earrings since he was in high school, his past consisting of rebellious streaks and getting as many piercings as he possibly could. He had felt that he could still enjoy his youth by getting his ears re-pierced. His cuff piercing had closed a long time ago, but he wanted to at least feel that youthful energy flow through him again. He was only 26, but he considered himself as getting a little old.

The moment Jungkook walked into the cafe, his face turned red and he could barely focus on his duties. That day, Yoongi scolded him to the point of tears welling in his eyes. The continuing days didn't get much better. Jungkook still did pretty well in his work, but he avoided Jimin at all cost. He didn't come bounding up to the cafe owner like a puppy anymore. And honestly, Jimin felt a little hurt.

Jimin caught Jungkook in the staff room, locking all three locks before trapping Jungkook between him and the door. Jimin was tired of it. "Jungkook." Jungkook stiffened at the sound of his name. Jimin stared at Jungkook's face through his eyelashes. He was, unfortunately, shorter than his part-timer, making it harder to seem intimidating. But Jungkook was plenty shaken. Was Jimin going to fire him? Was he going to hit him? He needed this job!!!

"Jungkook, why have you been avoiding me?" The question made Jungkook flush just thinking about why. He turned away from the elder, baring his throat. Jimin couldn't help but glance at the muscles contracting underneath his skin. He watched as Jungkook's adam's apple bobbed up and down from gulping out of nervousness. "Answer me, Jungkookie~" Jungkook flushed a deeper red.

"--earring." Even from such a close distance, Jimin didn't hear a word Jungkook said. "Can you repeat that, Kookie?" The new nickname made Jungkook gasp. Honestly, Jimin was enjoying this a bit too much for it be a confrontation. "I-I get hard because of your earring." Jimin blinked. And blinked, not properly processing the information for a few seconds. "My earring?" Jimin inquired, surprise lacing his voice. Jungkook barely nodded before Jimin giggled.

"Fuck, that's hot." Jimin bit his lip and Jungkook couldn't help but be surprised. He certainly didn't expect that reaction, especially when he just basically confessed that he jerked off to Jimin's ears. "You're okay, Kookie. I may or may not have a thing for your neck." Jimin pushed himself off of Jungkook, giving him a bit of space. "My neck?" Jungkook asked, his head still slightly tilted to expose his neck. "More specifically your adam's apple. Soooo yeah." Jimin rubbed at his own neck but taking the time to go around and show off his earring.

Jungkook was too oblivious to the purposeful action, too absorbed in the elder's earring glistening in the light of the staff room. Jimin watched in the corner of his eye the way Jungkook swallowed and blushed. His gaze moved down to eye the boy's crotch. As expected, there was a growing bulge. "Want me to help you with that?" Jungkook wasn't really paying attention, too distracted with the earring, so he didn't really see Jimin approach him once again. Jungkook's knees buckled as Jimin palmed at his bulge through his apron and tight jeans.

"H-Hyung." Jungkook desperately held onto Jimin's shoulders still eyeing the ear in his view. He subconsciously started to nibble at his earlobe and licking at the curve of Jimin's ear. It was perfect. Jimin had the perfect angle to nip at Jungkook's neck, feeding his own fetish.

Jimin moved away again, letting Jungkook drop to his knees. "Hyung, can I?" Jungkook looked up at Jimin through his dark eyelashes, eyes half-lidded. Jimin just couldn't say no when the boy was already mouthing at the bulge in Jimin's own jeans. Jimin bit his lip but nodded. Jungkook fumbled to unbutton the elder's jeans, too desperate to think straight. (haha "straight")

When Jungkook finally got past the layer of boxers underneath, he was pleasantly surprised at Jimin's size. Thick and long but still a beautiful pink. Jungkook tested the waters, kitten-licking at the tip before going around the whole cock. Jimin groaned at the first lick from the balls to the tip. Jimin's knees buckled a bit as Jungkook pressed his tongue into the slit. "Fuck, just like that Jungkookie." Jimin flushed and bit his lip harder, drawing a bit of blood.

Jungkook circled his tongue around the tip before finally going down on it fully. Jimin's dick tickled the back of his throat. He used his hand to get the rest that he couldn't fit in his mouth. Jimin's fingers carded through Jungkook's hair, finding purchase at the back. Jimin subconsciously thrusted into the younger's mouth, immediately apologizing for it. Jungkook only moaned, the vibrations spreading throughout Jimin's whole body. "Fuck, Jungkookie, I'm about to-" Jimin cut himself of with a gasp as Jungkook pushed down all the way, his dick fully enveloped by Jungkook's warm cavern. Jungkook stayed there swallowing around the length. "Fuck! Kookie!" Jimin couldn't say anymore as he came into Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook squeaked in surprise, not expecting so much to come out, filling his mouth almost to the brim. Jimin pulled out as his dick started to soften. "Jungkookie," he panted out. He looked down to see Jungkook still holding his cum in his mouth, eyes watering and cum staining his own jeans. Jimin frantically knelt down to get Jungkook to spit it out. "Oh my God, Jungkook! Spit it-" Instead, the younger swallowed it. All in one gulp.

Jimin watched the adam's apple bob up and down again. He was already semi-hard again not just by watching Jungkook swallow, but by knowing that he was swallowing Jimin's own seed. "It's bitter," Jungkook complained, his voice raspy because of their earlier ministrations. Jungkook stuck the tip of his tongue out of his mouth, as though the action would rid of the taste of cum, Jimin's cum.

Jimin couldn't help but laugh, his eyes pressed up into crescents and he leaned on Jungkook's shoulder. "Hyung?" "Oh my God, baby. That was so fucking sexy~" he nipped at Jungkook's throat again. "What do you say we continue this later?" He felt Jungkook stiffen but nod against his shoulder. "Alright then. Just come upstairs after you're done. I'll keep the door unlocked for you."

And it certainly did continue, Jungkook unable to go to work the next morning, Yoongi fuming at the reason why. And it continued for another few months before they finally started calling their dynamic 'dating'. It happened the day after Jungkook's apartment was broken into and Jimin demanding him to move in with him. So from then on, the two lived together and Jungkook finally got enough money to continue his education, the only problem being that Jungkook was late almost every day.

3:45PM and Jungkook finally came back from school. "Jungkookie!" Jimin bounded up to him, wanting to immediately latch onto him because he missed him so much. Jungkook skirted around him. "I'm going to go on strike starting today." Jungkook glared at Jimin as he pouted and stomped all the way to the staff room. Jungkook stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend as he passed him, changed into the cafe uniform. Jimin couldn't help but think that he'd certainly hit the jackpot. And he was going to make sure he showed how much he loved him. Every. Morning.

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White roses filled the chapel. That was what Jungkook noticed first. White roses were Namjoon's favorite. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered Namjoon give him a bouquet of white roses. Jungkook was 13 at that time, sick in bed and no strength to get up. He remembers his brother had still gone to school that day but brought back Namjoon, their neighbor and childhood friend. His brother reportedly stated that Namjoon insisted on getting him a bouquet of flowers because it would make anyone feel better.

Jungkook was over the moon that night, his cheeks sore from smiling. His heart fluttered when Namjoon reflected his smile, dimples on display just for him. "Jungkook, we need to get in place, come on!" he heard Jimin yell from the other side of the aisle. He plucked a white rose from the pew and placed it in the chest pocket of his black tuxedo blazer. He walked to his place across from Jimin. "OH MY GOD, IT'S HAPPENING!!!" Taehyung, Namjoon's little brother, whisper-yelled at his best friend. The organist started playing the traditional wedding march.

All the guests paid attention to the doors of the chapel, anticipation in the air. Jungkook excitedly stared at the doorway with everyone else. Both doors opened, light pouring in and with it, the angel himself, Kim Namjoon. He was Jungkook's first love and always will be. Jungkook watched him walk down the aisle, a dimpled smile etched on his face. Jungkook smiled until his cheeks hurt. Namjoon finally climbed the last steps to the altar, facing Jungkook.

Jungkook knew that Namjoon was always so handsome. This outfit put Namjoon to a higher level. He was dressed in a fresh soft white tuxedo, a white rose also in his chest pocket with a black silk pocket square. Gold and ebony cuff links matched Namjoon's black silk bowtie. He wore a crisp white dress shirt underneath, covered by a matching soft white vest. White fitted slacks met with shined black dress shoes. Namjoon kept his ashy brown hair parted and casually swept to the side, showing off his forehead and highlighting his jawline. Namjoon was beautiful, the most beautiful man Jungkook had ever met and loved. 

But the flowers girls came next, spreading baby pink rose petals throughout. It was like Jungkook's world crumbled as he watched the doors open again, his brother taking his first steps into the chapel. His smile faltered a bit, but he kept his face as much as he could. His mother and father stood by his brother's sides as though taunting him. Seokjin was the one chosen to be Namjoon's, not him.

Seokjin was also dressed to the nines, wearing a fitted black suit. His broad shoulders were accentuated with it and his faded pink hair softly fell upon his forehead, highlighting his softer looks and plush lips. He had a matching pink rose in his own chest pocket. Their parents let him go to finally approach the altar and stand opposite of his lover. Jin winked at Jungkook and smiled brightly at him as he walked in front of him, blocking his view of Namjoon.

What made it worse was how he was made to be Seokjin's best man, especially since he was his little brother, his closest friend, his pillar and support. Jungkook spaced out during the wedding ceremony. He only was brought out of his stupor when he heard the priest ask the guests, "If there is anyone that objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Jungkook argued with himself in whether or not he should speak out against it for the sake of his own sanity. He said nothing in the end and he watched as the golden rings were placed on their fingers, signifying their undying love for each other.

Jungkook felt a little bile rise to the top of his throat and tears stinging his eyes. "You may kiss." They seemed to lean into each other in slow motion. The first tear fell from his eyes, Jungkook smiling ruefully. The guests cheered and stood from their seats as Jungkook partnered with Yoongi down the aisle and out the chapel. If Yoongi noticed his despair or not, he didn't say anything. He let Jungkook cry, a small white rose petal falling from the younger's mouth. No one noticed as it fell to the red carpet and blended in with the rest of the flowers spread around.

When they finally got out, the ceremony was officially over and Jungkook could finally breathe. A sudden shadow blocked his sight. His brother still held his bouquet of pink and white roses in his hand while holding Namjoon's hand in the other. "Hey, I thought we were the ones that were supposed to cry today!" Seokjin joked. Jungkook just chuckled painfully and met eyes with Namjoon who was looking at him with worry. "I'm just so happy for you guys. I can't believe you finally got married!" Jungkook saw Namjoon smile again, oblivious to Jungkook's pain.

Jungkook was brought into a hug, crushed by his older brother. "Oh, thank you so much for being my best man! Here." Jin pulled away and presented the bouquet to him. Jungkook's smile fell. "A-Aren't you supposed to throw this at the guests?" Jin only smiled. "I want you to have it. You deserve it, Jungkookie. Besides, I think you have the most potential of getting married next." Jin whispered the last part for only him to hear. Jin glanced at a person to Jungkook's left but he didn't try to look behind him to know who it was. He didn't want to know. He only loved Namjoon and Namjoon alone.

Jungkook smacked his chest. "Don't joke like that! I realldon't think I'm getting married any time soon!" Jungkook giggled at him but tightened his grip on the thorny roses. Jungkook could feel the roses in his chest wrap around his lungs once more. "I need to go to the restroom. Go on to the party without me." Jungkook hastily left the conversation, Jin yelling after him to make sure he washes his hands.

A sob left him as he coughed and coughed. His handkerchief stained with the crimson blood and exactly 12 petals in his hand, signifying how many years he'd loved Namjoon in secret. In the end, he ditched the party after saying his best man speech. He couldn't bear to be there anymore, watching the love of his life love someone else. He intended to hide everything until the very end.

It was two years later now. He'd barely kept in touch with his brother and Namjoon, giving excuses that he would be out of the country or he was too busy. But his condition has gotten so much worse. He laid in the hospital bed, hooked up to far too many monitors to keep him alive. "Sir, I really suggest you get the surgery. If not, then you could die within the next month," the nurse insisted, eyebrows drooping with concern, her eyes glistening with tears. This nurse was very familiar with Jungkook, quite fond of him. She'd always tended to him the most for his hospital visits.

"I know, Somi-ah. I just want to be able to feel until the very end. I'll get the surgery, just let me love him for a little while longer," Jungkook begged. He was pale, his brown hair limp and untamed. His muscular appearance was gone, now a gaunt 26-year-old man. You could see each rib and the vines that coiled around his lungs and sternum. "Ok. L-Let me just call your brother." Jungkook grabbed her wrist before she could leave. He shook his head, his eyes pleading. Somi only nodded as a tear fell.

"Call Jimin the day of the surgery. He's the only one I can tell," Jungkook weakly whispered to her. Somi pinky promised, sorrow filling her being.

"Jimin! Your phone is ringing!" Taehyung and Hoseok heard no answer. "I'll just answer for him." Taehyung picked up the phone, eyeing the familiar number.

"Hello? This is Seoul Central Hospital. Is this Park Jimin's cellphone?" a scared female voice filtered through the speaker. "Yes, it is."

"I'm calling in regards to a Jeon Jungkook. I was told to inform you of his surgery today. He's undergoing a 9-hour surgery to treat Hanahaki Disease. It would be much appreciated if you could come in and sign in as his guardian after the surgery is finished." Taehyung fell silent, the phone almost slipping from trembling hand. "Sir? Can you-" 

"Hana...haki disease?" Taehyung asked to make sure, his teary gaze meeting Hoseok's confused one. "Yes, sir. We'd very much appreciate it-" 

"I'll be there in less than 5 minutes."

"Sir?" Taehyung ended the call, storming out the door.

"Taehyung?!? Tae, hold on!!" Hoseok ran after his friend, stopping him before he got any further. "Tae, what's going on?" Hoseok's worried look softened Taehyung's angry gaze. "Jungkook's in surgery right now."

"What?!? For what?!"

"Hanahaki disease." Hoseok gasped and dragged Taehyung to his car. "Which hospital?"

"Seoul Central Hospital." Hoseok stepped on the gas, bypassing all the lights to get to the hospital.

"We're here to see Jeon Jungkook." The receptionist gave them directions to the waiting area, but Taehyung went straight to the viewing area, familiar with his own workplace. "Dr. Kim! What are you-"

"Which room is Jungkook in?" Taehyung's patience had run out. "2C, is he-"

"Thank you." Taehyung brushed past his colleague. Taehyung watched as the surgeon removed bits of the vines little by little. With the microphone, he asked, "What kind of flowers are they?" The surgeon was surprised to see Taehyung there without any authority. "Dr.Kim, you're not allowed-"

"I'm here as a visitor. Now tell me what kind of flowers they are!" The surgeons could hear Taehyung seething into the mic.

"White roses, sir." Taehyung instantly knew. "Namjoon," he whispered into the mic. He shot out of the area and ran right past Hoseok again. "Tae?!?" Hoseok ran after him once again but unable to catch up. Taehyung ran all the way to his older brother's house and rang the doorbell urgently. Seokjin opened it for him. "Taehyung? What's-" Taehyung pushed him to the side. "Taehyung?!?" Jin yelled after him.

He was in search of one person only. He spotted Namjoon in the living room, his brother standing from where he sat on the couch to face him. "Tae, what's going on? Why'd you-" Taehyung punched him right in the jaw, the taller man falling flat on his ass. Taehyung pinned him down with his hips and just kept punching. "It's all your fault! It's all because of you!!" he chanted and sobbed. Yoongi and Seokjin struggled to remove Taehyung, only being able to with the help of Jimin, who came out of worry over his missing husband and missing best friend, and Hoseok, who finally caught up to him.

"Taehyung, what is wrong with you?!? Why are you being so violent?!?" Jimin shook him by the shoulders, him being the only one that could successfully calm down his best friend. Taehyung only answered with violent sobs and tears. "Taehyung?" Jimin questioned with worry. "Jungkook-" he sobbed. "Jungkook he-"

"Tae, what about Jungkook?" The others getting even more worried at the mention of their youngest friend. "He has H-Hanahaki disease." The room fell silent. "How do you know it was because of me?" Namjoon asked, fear lacing his voice. "You're the only person he knows that loves white roses!!!" Taehyung yelled at him, more tears staining his cheeks. Everyone gasped at once. But Taehyung collapsed on the floor, falling into a coughing fit.

Blood sprayed out of his mouth with five petals of pink hydrangeas, Jungkook's favorite flower. "You're in love with him," Yoongi whispered in disbelief. Taehyung crying hysterically on the wood floor and scratching at his throat. Jimin lifted him into his embrace, his husband on the other side. Jin and Namjoon embraced each other, one comforting the other. Yoongi stood by himself in the kitchen trying to will his tears away. A loud ringtone cut through the atmosphere.

Jimin went to grab whosever phone it was. "Hello?" he answered on speaker. "Dr.Kim! We're so sorry!"  The voice on the other side cried. "We did what we could, but we underestimated the state of his condition." The man sighed with a tremble, an attempt to calm himself down. "Th-the vines were too deep to remove. He-he lost too much blood a-and we didn't know what to do, we...we...we're so sorry, Dr.Kim. He died on the table." 

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"Hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!" Jungkook whined. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Taehyung asked, eyes still on the TV. "Come work out with meeeeeeeeeeee~" Jungkook pulled at his youngest hyung's arm, almost dragging him to the floor. "But why~" Taehyung complained. "Working out by myself is so boring," the younger huffed. "Ask Jimin. I'm still watching~" Taehyung pulled back onto the couch, whole body relaxing into the cushions.

Jungkook sighed and just grabbed his duffle from the living room floor. Upon arriving at the gym, his instructor greeted him. "Hey, Jungkook! Ready to go?" Jungkook only sighed and slouched on the bench. "Hey, what's up, man? You're never this down before a workout!" The older man clapped him on the shoulder and sat by him. "Jackson-hyung~" Jungkook whined and leaned his head on his instructor's shoulder. "My hyungs don't wanna work out with me! They're so laaaaaaaaazy. They only watch TV and sit on their asses all day. The only times they actually get up is when they need to eat. I've never seen any of them lift a weight in my whole life!" Jungkook exclaimed exasperatedly.

Jackson nodded along, understanding the situation. "Hey, it's no big deal. They probably do their own exercises in their own time."

"That's the thing! They refuse to exercise no matter how much time they have! They have absolutely no motivation to get up and move!" Jungkook gestured wildly, frustration filtering out. Jackson bit his lip and rubbed at Jungkook's shoulder to comfort him. Suddenly, he stiffened, sitting up straight. Jungkook looked back at him in confusion. "I have an idea. How easy is it to rile up your hyungs?"

Jungkook looked at him curiously. "What are you thinking, hyung?" Jackson only looked at him with a glint in his eye. Jungkook didn't like that glint one bit.

Namjoon woke up from his nap to the sound of a notification, a snippet of Jungkook moaning. Seokjin giggled from beside him. "Why do you have that as your notif? It's so obscene," he giggled through the last part. Namjoon only smirked and shrugged. He swiped open his phone eyes still blurry from his sleep. "Oh, fuck," he heard Seokjin whisper. He raised an eyebrow knowing that Jin rarely ever cursed. "Did you see the message yet?"

Namjoon blinked to clear the haze. His eyebrows shot up when he saw the message. "OH, FUCK!" It was a picture of Jungkook stretching, flaunting his perky ass and shirt riding up to his chest from how he was positioned. He was standing, reaching toward the ground and showing off his flexibility. A new notification came up, Jungkook was shirtless this time on the treadmill. His sweat glistened in the sunlight coming through the very open window in front of him. He noticed a few people passing by, eyeing his youngest boyfriend.

Yoongi barged in, ignoring Jin's ranting about opening the door so violently. "GYM, NOW!" Namjoon could hear the others shuffling throughout the house, getting ready to go to the gym. "We can't just show up to the gym and-" Namjoon was cut off by another notification. This time it was a video. A voice filtered through the phone's speaker.

"Jungkook-ah! Drink some water!" Jungkook walked off the treadmill toward his instructor. He had a towel hanging around his neck and he was breathing heavily. He easily caught the bottle flying at him. Jungkook emitted a sexy charm as he did, hair sticking to his forehead and his tired voice. "Thanks, hyung." He opened the bottle with ease, drinking gulp after gulp of the water. His throat was on full display and his abs glistened from the sweat.

The video ended. The shuffling feet from outside turned into the rushed pattering feet of his other boyfriends. "MEET AT THE GYM IN FIVE!!!" Namjoon heard Jimin yell from the front door. Namjoon just stood there dumbly, far too confused to understand anything anymore. He jumped when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. "Just go with it," Hoseok said ominously. And Namjoon just blinked.

If Jungkook was 'punished for no reason' to the point of missing his workouts three days in a row, no one can say.

At his own house, Jackson looked at the messages from Jungkook saying that he couldn't come to the gym for another day. He smirked. "I guess that's their workout."

And if they all started going to the gym because a certain someone was being too sexy, Jackson can't really say. The more the merrier as they say.