Jin has been dying to prank Jungkook back ever since the kid stole Jin’s suitcase while he was in the shower in New York, forcing him to run through the penthouse with a mere towel around his waist, blushing at the managers who had to watch him make a fool of himself.
They’re back in Korea now, all settled down from the stadium tour. They have a couple days to rest up and practice before the Festa, so everyone is taking advantage of it. Namjoon left the dorm hours ago with a blanket in tow, intentending to work in his studio and crash on his couch. The minute they’d stepped inside after months of being gone, Yoongi had booked it straight to his room and has been sleeping ever since. Jimin and Hoseok went out to eat some authentic Korean food and Tae had followed Yoongi’s footsteps and gone straight to bed. Jin could hear the automatic gun sounds coming from Jungkook’s room, meaning the man was catching up on his games.
It was the perfect opportunity to devise a plan of attack. He had a lot of ideas that weren’t actually plausible and some prank ideas that were too lame that even Jungkook wouldn’t approve of.
Jin runs a hand through his hair. It’s dry and straw like from the two dyes he’d put it through in the past month. He always loves how the colors turn out on him, but he-
Oh . Now that was an idea.
Jin hoists himself off of the couch and glides down the hallway, slippers slapping against the hardwood floors. He makes for his bathroom. They each have their own bathrooms in their rooms, which has become a godsend this past year because each of them have their own time lengths and preparations to get ready for important days.
Jin opens his medicine cabinet and four or five packets of hair dye stand out to him. He hasn’t opened some of them. He’d opened the purple one recently and he can almost smell the metallicy scent of the dye, the way it stings and burns on a deep inhale.
He looks good with purple. But what color would suit Jungkook best? If he had to wear the dye in his hair until it washed out, would Jin want to punish him with some awful color like yellow, or should he be nice and go for something a little more natural like an auburn red?
Jin flips through the packages imagining Jungkook’s long, shaggy hair dawning each of the colors. In the end, he settles for the red. It’s more rainbow red than auburn, but Jungkook’s put this color in his hair before so it won’t be anything too insane. Jin isn’t that much of a dick.
The prank has to match Jungkook’s prank. Sort of like an eye for an eye thing. If Jin hadn’t had a towel at his disposal back at the hotel all those months ago, well, then maybe he would have gone for the sunflower yellow.
Now the question is how the hell does he get Jungkook to leave his room so he can put the mixture in the youngest’s shampoo bottle?
Food? Food is always a good choice. Jungkook’s notorious for being drawn to the aroma of homemade food.
Jin settles on this plan. The kitchen is practically empty since they’ve been travelling for over a month. There’s a couple of non-perishables in the fridge and freezer, and a little bit more in the pantry. In the end, Jin decides to make pasta since the ingredients are about the only things they have on hand.
He sets about boiling the noodles and making the pasta sauce (mostly) from scratch. He chops the garlic into fine pieces and goes crazy with salt and pepper. He chops up some onions and throws the chunks into the sauce as well.
When the noodles are done boiling, he runs cold water over them in the strainer and then dumps them into a massive serving bowl. He empties the contents of the sauce into another bowl and curses because he forgot that parmesan tops it and they don’t have any. Whatever. Jungkook’s not that picky when it comes to food.
Taehyung’s the first to arrive in the kitchen, one hand rubbing down the side of his sleepy face, scratching at the tiny whiskers lining his jaw. His eyes are mostly closed and he smacks his lips before yawning.
“How long have I slept?”
Jin shrugs. “Three hours maybe.”
Tae groans and plops himself into one of their smooth, white minimalistic chairs. The table is sleek black, a stark contrast to the seating.
“You come out for food and then you’ll go hibernate again?”
Tae nods. “I’m so hungry. I wanted to go with Jimin and Hobi hyung, but I knew I’d fall asleep at the table if I went.” He yawns again and squints out at the setting sun through the massive windows.
Jin sets a plate in front of Tae, as well as utensils. Everyone uses chopsticks for Italian style pasta, but Tae always opts for a fork to eat it the ‘proper’ way. Jin squeezes his shoulder.
“Well, you get to have my meal instead.” He frowns. “Although, I forgot that we don’t have parmesan so you’re shit out of luck there.”
Tae chuckles deeply, still sleep wrecked. “That’s alright. I don’t even notice when I put it on. I think people use it for an aesthetic.”
Jin chuckles. “Or else they shovel it on like Jungkook.”
Tae agrees emphatically. “By time he’s done you can’t even see the pasta sauce.”
They both crack up and that seems to be what lures Jungkook into the kitchen not even a minute later, inhaling excessively deep.
He lets out the breath with a little, “Yahhhh.” He adjusts his glasses on his face and smiles. “It smells good. What’d you make, hyung?”
“Pasta.” He shoves a plate into Jungkook’s hands. “Sit.”
Jungkook does as he’s told, sliding into a seat next to Tae. They share an exchange of looks as Jin brings the two bowls over. He places them in front of the guys and claps his hands together.
“This is basically all we have. If you’re still hungry after, you’ll have to eat some snacks.”
Jungkook licks his bottom lip and before Tae can reach for the spaghetti prongs, he snatches them up. Tae glares at him, lips tight. Jin watches with amusement at the youngest. He dishes up enough noodles to make a tiny mountain on his plate. While Tae takes his turn with the noodles, Jungkook dishes spoonfuls after spoonfuls of sauce to his mountain. Then he looks around.
“Where’s the cheese?”
“It would have gone bad.”
“We decided you’re on a diet.”
Tae and Jin look at each other and then crack up.
Jungkook sucks his teeth at Jin, eyeing him up and down. “I am not.” To make his point, he entwines a massive lump of noodles between his chopsticks and shoves it into his mouth. His cheeks puff out and Tae reaches over and pokes the side, making Jungkook cough.
Jin chuckles. “Tae’s right. Would have gone bad.” His heart flips. “So you guys enjoy. I’ll be back in a second. I have to use the bathroom.”
Jungkook waves him off with a hand, not even bothering to look up from his plate.
Jin undoes his apron as he toes down the hallway, tossing the material into the laundry room as he passes it. He makes a quick stop in his room, snatching the red dye off his night stand before checking his surroundings and entering Jungkook’s.
His computer is still in game play mode, his character sort of bobbing up and down, gun facing the ground. His set up makes it look like a club, the lights on his speakers rotating from yellow to green to pink to purple to red to orange and back again. His room is also impeccably clean, Jin notes. He should take one from the kid’s book.
He makes for the bathroom and slides the glass door to the right as silently as he can. Jungkook’s shampoo bottle is half empty, which is perfect. Jin undoes the cap and sticks the tip of the mixture he’d previously made into the bottle and squeezes.
When most of the mixture is in the bottle, Jin puts the cap back on and shakes it wildly. Then, he sets the bottle directly where it was with the label towards him and closes the glass door. He pads his way through the bedroom and back to his room, ridding the evidence in the trash beneath his sink. His work all done, he goes back to the kitchen.
Jungkook’s heap is nearly finished. Tae’s completely stopped, fork covered in noodles partway to his mouth. He’s watching Jungkook either in awe or disgust. The youngest keeps piling it in, lips stained red from the sauce. As he chews, he reaches for the noodle bowl and dishes more onto his plate. Tae’s eyebrow quirks up.
Jin snatches a plate off of the counter. He decides to save Tae from his fascination. “Yah, save some for me.”
Jungkook swallows a massive bite (they can hear it as it slides down his throat) and scoots the bowl closer to Jin.
When his mouth is clear, he says, “There’s plenty left. You took too long.”
“Don’t judge me.”
Jungkook holds his hands up in defeat. Tae huffs a laugh from his nose.
The three of them save enough food for Yoongi when and if he decides to return to civilization. His sleep could last mere hours or longer than a day. There really is no certain way of telling.
They place leftovers in the fridge while Tae and Jin do the dishes. Jungkook watches them from a stool, bowl of ice cream in front of him.
“I think I’m going to shower and go to bed after this.” Jin throws the shower thing out there to see if maybe Jungkook will get the hint. He dries off the plate Tae hands him and stares at Jungkook through his eyelashes.
Tae nods. “I’m tired, too. I need to shower. I reek.”
Jin rolls his eyes. Somehow the guy constantly smells like fabric softener and flowers and heady cologne all at once every day, regardless of a shower or sweat or anything. It’s like it comes through his pores.
Jungkook catches Taehyung’s eye. “Yeah.” He shovels a spoonful of the mint ice cream in his mouth. “Yeah. I think I’ll take one, too. Planes give me a weird feeling on my skin.”
“Don’t they?” Jin says, although it’s more coy than actual sentiments. Planes do make him feel weird, but mostly it’s the air, not the germs.
Jungkook nods. “Maybe a bit later. I should finish my game.”
That means Jin can’t go to sleep, but whatever. He’ll wait.
Jungkook reaches down the bar and hands Tae his bowl to clean. Jin glares at him (the guy is perfectly capable of washing his own dish), but Jungkook just sticks his tongue out. Tae takes it without a word and scrubs the liquidy dairy out. Then he hands it to Jin and the man dries it.
When all is clean and the kitchen is spotless, Jin yawns. “I’ll go first.”
He waves off the two youngest as they thank him for dinner. He heads to his room and shuts the door behind him. When the deed is done, Jungkook will come barging into his room anyway, so there’s no need to spy.
He’s true to his word. He turns on the shower and hops in, letting the warm water soak his aching body and pound deep into his scalp. He shampoos and conditions and then gets out. His nightly routine isn’t exactly pretentious, but there is quite a lot that goes into it. He brushes his teeth, washes his face once more, moisturizes it, puts a blackhead strip on his nose. He puts on chapstick and lotions his hands. Then he hops on his bed and pulls a dog eared book Namjoon suggested he read out from one of his drawers. He has a couple hours at most before Jungkook showers, so he might as well catch up on reading.
There’s a rustling sound from Jungkook’s room. It sounds like he’s changing the sheets. Jin looks up from his book and squints (as if that makes his ears open more), listening. The bed creaks and the sound of the mattress cover popping off a corner comes out muffled. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise Jin if the kid was changing his sheets. He was a germaphobe-to-be and his room was already flawless. Changing the sheets after a couple months away was probably a good idea. Dust and particles and who knows what else could get its way into the sheets and fibers.
Jin never changes his sheets. Whatever. If he can’t see visual evidence of something germy, he pretends like it isn’t there.
About twenty minutes go by after Jin hears the noises when the shower finally kicks on.
The shower stays on much longer than Jin is used to Jungkook showering. Maybe it’s extra long because of the layers of work put into their concerts, or maybe it’s the feeling of their home water pressure. Whatever the case, Jin just hopes the kid doesn’t notice the colors seeping into the water below and staining his hands. At least not before he finally gets it spread all over.
The water turns off. Jin’s ready for the yell. He braces himself for it, even setting the book on his lap.
It never comes.
Maybe it didn’t work?
Jin slinks out of bed and tiptoes to the door, quietly creaking it open. Jungkook’s door is shut and no sounds come from behind it.
Is he okay?
Is he angry? Did it work?
Not wanting to disrupt him if he’s mad, Jin lightly runs back to his bed and snatches his phone.
Hey, I’m actually heading to bed
now. Jimin wants to know if you need
anything from the store before they
No, I’m good. Thanks. Have a good night!
Well, the text was sprightly. He used an exclamation, which meant he wasn’t mad. Maybe it didn’t work. Maybe the water was too much for it to actually stick so it all just went down the drain. Maybe Jin didn’t mix it well enough and it sunk to the bottom or something.
Whatever the case, he’s actually exhausted and Jungkook isn’t biting, so he decides to go to bed. If Jungkook was holding it all in, he’d probably feel his wrath tomorrow via an even bigger and better prank.
Jin wakes up around 9. He can’t hear anyone out in the kitchen. Usually there’s clanks and clangs when someone is. This morning, it’s eerily silent.
Jin throws his robe on and ties it as he leaves the room. He’s reminded of last night when he passes Jungkook’s door. It’s still completely closed. He hopes to God Jungkook isn’t mad at him. His text last night makes him believe otherwise, but maybe he was trying to cover up his anger.
Jin enters the kitchen and Jimin is at the table with a bowl of oatmeal and berries in front of him. His face is puffy, the skin bloated some over his already tiny eyes. He chews as he stares out the massive windows in front of him.
“Morning.” Jin opens a cupboard and pulls out a coffee mug. Jimin turns a bit and attempts a smile at Jin, but even his smile is puffy. It’s endearing. Jin grins. “Get enough sleep?”
Jimin shakes his head by way of answer and dishes some berries into his mouth. He chews, swallows and then says, “My body is on a different time schedule. I hate jet lag.”
Jin agrees. Luckily, he seems to be doing okay this go around.
“At least you’re not like Yoongi. He’s going to look like hell when he wakes up. It’s already been 18 hours since he went down.”
Jimin widens his eyes, but barely. “Jeez.”
Jin starts the coffee pot and Jimin stands up and slouches as he drags his feet over to the fridge. He runs a hand through his greasy hair and opens it. “Hyung and I went and did some shopping last night before coming back. Got fruit and veggies and bread and milk and cheese and stuff.”
Jin looks at the parmesan cheese and cracks a smile.
“Thanks for doing that. Thought I’d have to order takeout for breakfast or get one of the managers to shop.”
Jimin grunts in response. “Well, you should get them to shop more. There’s not enough for seven. And we basically got stuff that we like. You have a more sophisticated pallet.”
Jin snorts and Jimin smiles. Jin asks if he wants coffee and Jimin nods. He makes the two of them coffee and they both sit at the table, Jimin finishing his oatmeal and Jin watching him behind his mug.
Twenty minutes later, Hobi comes out. He’s fresh for the morning, hair wet from a shower and smile on his face. He whistles when he walks in and greets the two men. Like a man on a mission, he plugs the toaster in and sets about making toast.
“I think Namjoon came home late last night,” Hobi says conversationally. “I’m pretty sure I heard him muttering something to Jungkook in the hallway last night.”
Jimin points. “I think I heard that, too. Why were they whispering so heavily?”
Jin perks up, intrigued. “What do you mean?”
Hobi scrunches his nose. “It was like... a deep and meaningful whisper conversation.”
Jin bites his cheek. “Did you hear what they were saying?”
Hobi shakes his head. “Walls too heavy.” His toast pops out of the toaster and he about has a heart attack, hand on his chest as his eyes bug out. Jimin giggles.
Jin’s a fairly light sleeper and he didn’t hear Namjoon come back. He shares walls with him on one side, too.
He takes out his phone.
You come home last night? Thought I
heard you come in.
No… I haven’t even
slept yet. Still at
By time Hobi’s halfway through eating his toast and drinking orange juice, they hear feet practically dragging on the floor and a loud thump against the wall, as if someone staggered into it.
Yoongi appears in the doorway looking like he’s been hit by a truck. His hair stands every which way, eyes full closed, head tilted back with his mouth open because of his squinting. His clothes are severely disheveled, shorts skewed so much that the drawstrings rest at his right hip.
“I need food.” He takes a step forward and stumbles to the side. “Then I need more sleep.”
Hobi snorts into his orange juice. “You sure about that?”
Yoongi attempts a glare, but his face is already so closed from so much sleep.
“I can make you coffee,” Jimin says. His face has finally done him a solid and returned back to normal. Only two, small bags remain underneath his eyes.
Yoongi nods, hair flapping, and then he falters over and takes a seat next to Jin, attempting to peek through one eye while he squints the other one.
“I can make you food, too,” Jimin suggests, starting Yoongi’s Keurig. There’s permanent marker written on the machine that has Yoongi’s name on it. It’s literally his and only his. Jin’s only ever seen him allow Hobi to use it once for hot water for his hot chocolate. That’s it.
Yoongi nods. “Bacon.”
Hobi snorts. “Does this look like a gourmet, ever replenishing kitchen to you?”
Yoongi kicks him under the table and Hobi retaliates by flicking the side of his head.
Jimin opens the fridge. “I can make you oatmeal or an omelette or seaweed soup or something. Toast? Oh! Hobi bought cereal.”
Hobi whines. “That’s my cereal!”
Jimin shoots him a glare and Hobi digresses with a pout, slouching back into his seat.
“Just toast. And an egg.” He smacks his lips together. “Do we have rice?”
“Rice and egg?” A pause. “Please?”
Jimin quirks a smile and sets to make Yoongi’s breakfast.
His breakfast is nearly done and smelling extremely delectable when Jungkook decides to join them.
Jin’s eyes bug out when the youngest steps into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his belly. His hair is a fierce red, only toned down by the black underneath. He doesn’t make eye contact with any of them as he reaches for a coffee mug. It’s unusual because they’re all staring at him, slack jawed.
“You dyed your hair,” Jimin points out, reaching his hand out to run it through the younger’s locks. Jungkook leans into the touch, but doesn’t respond right away.
He pours some coffee from the coffee pot and sips on it, eyes darting to Jin’s. Jin can feel heat pool into his ears. The younger’s glance is an obvious tell. He knows it was Jin. Why he isn’t slapping the eldest or calling him out or getting back at him is beyond Jin.
“Yeah, thought it might be fun since we have a couple days of break. I’ll dye it back to black before Festa.”
Jimin pouts. “Awe, I like this color.” He smiles widely at the younger. “You look cute.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and goes to take a seat on the other side of Jin. Yoongi and Hobi are checking out his new look, Hobi amused and Yoongi confused. Jin stares at him with wide eyes, fearing what Jungkook will say or do to him.
He instantly regrets and hates pranks. Vows he’ll never do them again.
When Hobi and Yoongi are in a fairly deep conversation about some new drama they both like and Jimin is busy frying Yoongi’s egg, Jungkook leans in close to Jin.
“I have to tell you something.”
Jin’s heart flutters. What could it be? Jungkook’s voice doesn’t sound menacing, nor does it sound sad. Worried, maybe? Does the dye have something that he’s allergic to? Oh, God. Jin didn’t think this through.
“I’m sorry,” Jin blurts out silently. “I thought it’d be a fun prank. I’m sorry if I made you mad. I didn’t think it would go that far.”
Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows together. He’s confused. Jin searches his gaze for any sign of anger, but Jungkook just seems jittery and weird.
“I’m not mad,” Jungkook finally responds, sipping his coffee. His leg bounces up and down under the table. “It was a bomb ass prank. If it was any other circumstance, I’d laugh.”
Now it’s Jin’s turn to be confused. What did he mean? Any other circumstance? Did he have a solo show to do or something? A meeting with someone important? But if he did, he’d be mad at Jin.
“What are you talking about?”
“I have to tell you something.” Jungkook leans even closer, nearing Jin’s ear. “I-”
They both bounce back at Hobi’s loud voice. Jimin looks up from plating Yoongi’s breakfast and Yoongi snorts.
Tae steps into the kitchen and instead of avoiding eye contact like Jungkook, he pretty much looks at everyone. He’s already dressed for the day, a fitted t-shirt and black jeans on. He’s also got on a pair of his fake glasses that always seem to rile up fans.
But no, that’s not what everyone’s looking at.
Tae’s hair is a vibrant red. Fire truck red. Complete match with Jungkook.
“Oh, cute!” Jimin hugs Tae from behind, hooking his chin on Tae’s shoulder. “You and Jungkookie dyed your hair together. Twins!”
Except the dye is Jin’s dye.
And he’d made sure it all went in Jungkook’s shampoo.
And they each have their own bathroom.
And Jungkook and Tae don’t pass around shampoo like they’re in dire need of it.
In fact, Tae has a special shampoo his hairdresser suggested he use because his hair is so fine.
One shampoo bottle.
Jin does a full body blush, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. He’s staring straight at Taehyung, unmoving. Jimin’s still cooing at his ear about his hair, Yoongi’s breakfast going cold on the counter next to him. Hobi’s musing about some sort of video the two of them could make that ARMY would like. Yoongi’s staring at his breakfast, clearly indifferent to the dye and mostly hungry. And Jungkook, well, Jin can feel the youngest’s eyes bore down on him; can almost feel a hole cutting him in half from the gaze.
Tae catches his attention and his eyes widen. A plea. He knows Jin knows and he’s begging Jin not to say shit.
It’s all he has to do for Tae to visibly relax, Jimin’s head sinking with the weight off his shoulders.
“Jimin, food.” Yoongi’s pouting and that brings Jimin right back to the task at hand, always a sucker for cute things and, specifically, for Yoongi’s attention.
Jin finally turns to Jungkook, though he’s not sure they can talk because it feels like he swallowed sandpaper.
Jungkook has his tongue in his cheek. He sighs and bring his lips inward before pursing them. Then he sighs.
“Tae and I have been together for three months. We’re not ready to tell people yet.”
Jin nods fiercely. He didn’t even want to know this secret in the first place, let alone hear it.
“We showered separately,” Jungkook adds, red climbing up his neck and to his ears. He looks into his coffee like it’ll devour him and take him away.
Jin leans into him, their shoulders touching. “First of all, it’s cute. You guys are cute.”
Jungkook perks up at this.
“Secondly, I’m sorry. I just wanted to prank you, not expose you.”
Jungkook tells him it’s okay.
“Third, you two showered together because if one of you had showered first, you would have caught the color in time for the other to not get in.”
Jungkook’s flush rises and stains his cheeks.
“So I call bullshit. Lesson being don’t have shower sex.”
Jungkook chokes on his spit and Jin takes a little satisfaction even though he also doesn’t want to dive headfirst into Jungkook’s sexual escapades. Or Taehyung’s for that matter. Both of theirs. Weird.
“We didn’t!” Jungkook exclaims and it’s a little too loud. Everyone’s attention turns to him and he cowers back in his coffee cup.
“Didn’t what?” Yoongi asks, egg dangling from his mouth.
Jin clears his throat. “Practice. For the Festa yet.”
Yoongi groans and leans back in his seat so that his head dangles over the floor. “I don’t want to.”
Hobi pokes his belly. “You’ll be fine. Get another 18 hours of sleep and you’ll be ready to go.”
Taehyung takes a seat next to Jungkook and leans across the table towards Jin. “Thank you.”
Jin gives him a thumbs up.
“Jin said no shower sex.”
Tae smirks and stares Jin right in the eyes. “But that’s my favorite.”
Jin takes his turn to choke, but instead of spit, he has coffee in his mouth. It splatters across the table. Taehyung leans back, arms crossed over his chest, smug. Jungkook’s still teeming with red, but he giggles at Jin.
Jimin sets a spoon on the table a little too loudly, everyone’s attention switching from the twins to Jimin. “So,” he says, “what are we going to do today?
Jin’s been living with Tae and Jungkook’s secret for two months. It’s actually, in some respects, been kind of fun. He likes knowing something the other guys don’t. Sometimes they’ll have a moment on stage and the guys will comment on how cute it is and move on, but Jin knows it’s real.
Sometimes ARMY will point out the chemistry on Twitter and be like TAEKOOK LIVES and Jin wants to comment, “No, you’re really not wrong.”
He’s good at keeping secrets too. It doesn’t threaten to slip out. Even in deep, meaningful conversations with Namjoon or bullshitting with Yoongi, he’s able to keep his mouth shut about the two.
However, he is starting to grow weary at the fact that the two aren’t sure when they’ll tell everyone. Jin knows the guys will accept them. He isn’t sure what’s holding them back. Maybe they’re looking for the perfect way to tell them.
The answer of how they come out to the guys comes in the form of a group text, and, upon his immediate reading of the text, he realizes it’s a mistake.
Closet next to boys bathroom
come fuck me,
i already prepped
i need it baby
Jin’s heart immediately flops and he races to tell Jungkook it’s in the group chat, but before he can even get to their private chat, the group chat blows up.
My god. JK?
Wow, okay, never imagined
JK uttering words like that
OML was he supposed to
be texting Jin?
*suddenly is hard*
Jesus you wish
Ha, of course I wish!
Those are some sexy,
scandelous things coming
from our youngest
I… am lost. And would like
to know what the hell is going
You and me both.
Meanwhile, Jungkook blows up Jin’s phone. Text after text after text so fast Jin barely reads one before another shows.
What do i do?
Oh god im embarrased
Is tae with you?
He hasn’t texted me back
Shit i fucked up
Oh my god, everyone knows i
like to bottom
Oh shit jin
Fuck i’m so embarrassed
I want to crawl in a hole and die
Is tae with you, jin?
I need to know where tae is
I’m not leaving this fucking closet
Looks like you’re going to
have to, pal. I’ll go find tae.
He’s probably with a stylist.
I’m not leaving yet
Jin heaves himself off the couch to go find Tae. Hobi and Yoongi are at hair right now, Namjoon’s off listening to music and getting prepared and Jimin, last he saw, was going to the bathroom.
So Tae must be with the makeup stylists, right?
Jin heads for that room and thankfully finds Tae.
He’s staring straight into the mirror while the stylist dabs foundation on him. Jin sneaks up to him and sits down in the chair by them.
“You mad at JK?” Jin whispers.
Tae furrows his brow. “No, of course not. I couldn’t be mad at him. I actually got a good laugh out of it.”
Jin relaxes. “Well, JK’s scared and worried because you’re not texting him back.”
Tae flinches and the stylist glares. He looks at Jin via the mirror. “I couldn’t text back because I had to get ready and I accidentally left my phone on the couch. Text him for me.”
A horde of Jungkook’s messages are in the notification bar of the phone. Jin shows Tae and he giggles.
“Oh my God, he’s so cute. Worrying for no reason.”
“I mean, it’s not for no reason.”
Tae waves him off. “We had to tell them one way or another. Instead of easing them into the idea, we’ll go full throttle. I prefer that method anyway. Worked for you.”
Jin blushes and Tae snorts.
Jin texts JK but on his own phone.
Tae fine. Didn’t have his phone.
Thinks you’re cute.
Isn’t mad at all.
Prefers them to find out this
way rather than ease them.
Oh thank fuck
So long as he’s not mad
That’s all that matters
He’s good. I can’t believe I’m texting
this but the stylist left so Tae wants
me to tell you he can’t make it rn
but that at least you’ll be… ready, for
...later. Jesus, what am i writing.
He says longer you wait, better it
Oh my god never have me do this again
There’s so much i want to remain
Tell Tae i’ll make him
beg for it ;)
JUNGKOOK! Jesus christ, i’m done with
this conversation forever and always
Jin goes to check the group chat out of curiosity.
No, seriously like… what’s going on?
Jungkookie’s getting laid is
what’s going on
And it’s our business how, JK?
It was an accident!!! GOD
LEAVE ME ALONE
Awe, he’s embarrassed
Guys, put yourself in his shoes
Kind of wish i was, sounds nice
Jesus, has this become a porn chat
I’m back! No one’s getting to
the root of the problem
Who was JK talking about?
One of us? He did go to
the group chat.
Maybe it was an accident?
Who from our group would he be
As aforementioned, i wish.
Jesus christ i want to die
He wouldn’t handle my needs tho
only specific people know what
When did this become about your needs?
Yeah, poor JK’s needs still aren’t
even fullfilled… i think…
I have never wished for death so much
Mm and what are those needs?
I think it’s Hobi
Jin cracks up from the sofa. This little shit wants to start rumors. He’s down.
He likes to get in your lap
That doesn’t mean he wants it
Oh my god
I don’t ever want to look any
of you in the face again
Maybe it’s a girl?
He literally said he prepped
There’s such things that can
go there without there
being an actual dick
Cuz a female would lug
a strap on backstage
just so she can fuck
a very submissive JK
in a closet.
Seems fake, but ok
Gotta be a lad, fellas
Maybe it’s jin. JK does like
to philander off to his room
Jin’s with me half the time
and he barely talks about JK
Wow, thanks hyung, glad to know
how special i am
Could be NJ
He had a crush on you
when he first joined
even told me about it.
He likes your voice.
Which comes from your mouth
which might be good for
Jimin jesus if we’re talking
mouths, how about yoongi?
Apparently, he’s good with
it if his lyrics boast
anything about it
It’s not yoongi
but you’re not wrong.
This is about JK
You were getting jealous of
JK so i decided brag about
you too hehehe
And… is this from experience,
He does this thing where
sent that before
I could finish
In fact, dont finish
There’s so much information
No tell me evyerthing i need
all the detals
Don’t try to get off the hook
Jesus christ jimin
Now you know how i feel!
At least he’s owning his dirty
Don’t be wishy washy hyung!
Okay, but wait, so if jimin and
Yoongi are… supposedly
doing stuff… that leaves
NJ, Jin, and Tae
I guess and me but it’s not me
And not me. I like someone else.
Could be a staff?
Oh my god it absolutely is
I can’t even imagine those
Could you imagine
Other things clashing?
Other staffs aren’t really
around us comfortably
that much. Unless jk
likes to meet them secretly
You guys know me. I eat, sleep,
play games and sing
Who’s namjoon’s crush? I think
I’d believe him more if i
knew he wasn’t letting on
to try to veer us away from
It’s a secret
Apparently there’s no
fucking secrets today
Anyone got a secret?
Drop it into the convo
that’s what we're doing'
He’s being pouty
He really is it’s hysterical
Well, it’s my own secret so
It’s that you like to top JK
Fucking hell no
And if i was with jk
I'd ask him to top
I’m too lazy
Ohhhh wowwww this is getting
But jin, your excuses have been
My excuse is that i’m not because
Mm. this makes me inclined to
Are we going to ignore the fact
NJ said he’d be a bottom
Awe, bottoms looking out
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SHOWERED
WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION
BEFORE IN MY LIFE
Yoongi’s dying i think
He made a noise akin to
And he’s currently on the floor
So narrowed down to me, NJ and Jin, huh
Tae… you’ve been very vocal
He’s not fighitng hard
like we did
Tae… aren’t you supposed to
be meeting with JK in the closet
Who says i’m not there right now?
Is it out?
I mean it goes in and out, like
JESUS NO I MEANT IS THE SECRET
OUT FOR FUCKS SAKE OH MY GOD
I guess it is
I mean, i basically jsut told
you what i’m up to rn, but
Oh you did not
I did tho
You didn’t. You thought it was
everyone at one point
So did you!
I never suggested i knew!
Okay, but aside from all this
we love you guys, ok
and, i guess yoongi and jimin
too since everyone’s deciding
to come out today
You did not
Actually he did lol
Remember the red hair?
I was pranking jk and put
red dye in his shampoo
next day, both of them came
out with red hair
one shower, one shampoo
I mean, there’s a conclusion
Holy shit this is amazing
I told tae it was cute
and he was having shower
sex hours before
Yes, yes you did
Shit. i’m astounded. Wow
I cant wait till we all
look in each other’s eyes
after the performance and
know everyone’s deepest and
No. we’re avoiding eye contact
for the rest of the year
So i take you from behind then?
*suddenly really turned on
by jimin’s sexting*
*suddenly interested in
Jimin’s sex life*
Yes, keep up with his
sex life not mine
Did you finish?
YOONGI WTF DUDE
Oof. that’s hot.
I don’t want to be a part
NJ who you crushing onnnn
Yes share your feelies
Hope, who are you crushing on?
I prefer many
all of the peoples
What that mean
Not one person
At a time or just
day to day
I'm a ho for people, bro
I like fun
not one person
can't tie me down
I dig it
What isn’t hot to you jimin?
When does he even find
the time? When does he go?
Sometimes he doesn’t come
home. i thought he was
I like jin
whoomp there it is
Are we surprised?
Ehehehehe he finally said it
Via text tho…
Does it matter?
I didn’t know thru
txt was bad
I can see you in the hallway
You’re going to bust
a nut lol
I like you too
Like it wasn’t fucking
obvious all of tour
You may now kiss the groom
Oh thank fuck
Actually im done texting
Ill come talk to you
actually you wont
we go on in three
head for the stage
Jin’s never been so amused by seven guys sitting in one car, silent, eyes looking anywhere but each other. Three couples hold hands but don’t speak. One man smirks to himself as he looks out the window. They all know he likes orgies.
Jungkook and Tae fucked in a closet an hour ago.
Jimin, the so often called ‘bottom’ according to shipping fans, gives it to Yoongi. The older man’s stony face would tell you otherwise.
Namjoon likes him. But he hasn’t spoken one word to him. Just hopped in the car and held his hand.
It’s all really fucking hilarious.
Everything is pretty evident after today’s turn of events. There’s no more secrets amongst friends and they all live in a fucking whorehouse.