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Trigger warning! Violence/angst, homophobia

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"Oh my god you guys were so loud"

Jeongguk stopped dead in his tracks.

He turned around towards the voice, panic eating him from the inside. There, in the living room, was Jin.

Jeongguk gulped. "I-I wasn't-"

Jin laughed. The sound reminded him of a windshield wiper, honestly. He could've found it funny elsewhere, in another situation, but at that moment, Jeongguk was terrified.

"Whoa, buddy, chill. You look like pig in a slaughterhouse" Another laugh.

"Please don't tell anyone" Jeongguk begged.

Jin's expression turned serious. "Wow, Jeongguk. I never thought you'd be the one to do something like this. Sleeping with the enemy? I wonder what your aunt will think if she hears this"

"P-please don't!" Jeongguk felt like crying.

"You're standing on thin ice, kid"

"I know! Do you think I don't know the risk of what I'm doing? Please don't tell anyone, Jin, Please!"

"Jeongguk?" another voice.

Oh fuck me.

Jeongguk was officially fucked. Standing a few feet away from Jeongguk was Namjoon.

"H-Hyung" Jeongguk whimpered.

"What are you doing here? Wait, why are you shirtless?"

Oh, right, he was shirtless too. Who even walks around shirtless in someone else's house like it's their own? Jeongguk's whole body was covered with fading and new blotches of different sizes, shapes and colors. Anyone could say what he'd been up to.

"Because we fuck" Taehyung was descending down the stairs coolly, in all his half-naked, shirtless glory.

"You WHAT?" Namjoon was bewildered.

"Funny, isn't it, Joon?" Jin chuckled.

"What even- I really thought that you were smarter than this, Taehyung. Sleeping with your family's enemy since decades? "

"What?! He's really good in bed!" Taehyung defended himself.

"That's not the point!" Namjoon said.

"Look. You better keep your mouths shut about this, okay? Or I'm telling everyone that Namjoon likes Jin in lingerie"

"Don't you fucking dare!" Jin shouted.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "You guys are the kinkiest pair I've ever seen. For real"

"Oh fuck off" Namjoon muttered and took a seat next to Jin.

"What are you guys even doing here? I thought everyone left" Taehyung said.

"We may have used to your guest room" Jin grinned.

"Whatever. Jin make us food, will you?" Taehyung said.

"What!? Am I your maid?" Jin huffed. Namjoon and Taehyung shot him a look. "Fine! Fine! Come on, Jeongguk, they believe that bottoms are supposed to cook or something. Let's show them our bottom power" Jin said and dragged Jeongguk to the kitchen.

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The curtains in the room added an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise. The lines of glares that shot for Jimin's eyelids awakened him. He breathed in the soft aroma of lavender that seemed to awaken his senses immediately.

The warmth Jimin felt on his side was comforting as he looked at the man next to him. He watched as the morning light brought his skin to focus, not yet animated with the warmth of who he is, for he's still in the land of dreams. Since there's no better thing to do than to bring Jimin's body close that their hearts synchronize, he decided to hug him till he wakes.

The golden rays of sunrise soaked the other man's skin, igniting his already tan complexion. And Jimin smiled as Hoseok wiggled a little in sleep, close to waking up. Jimin wanted to kiss him.

Hoseok had the most beautiful pair of lips, Jimin thought. Hoseok was the warmest person in the world. He was really handsome too. Jimin simply loved everything about Hoseok.

His arms, not quite muscular but soft had fading red scratch marks, that none other than Jimin himself was responsible of. Jimin blushed, as he traced them with his index finger, he remembered the happenings of the previous night.

Never, in Jimin's 25 years of life, did Jimin think that he'll ever be sleeping with Hoseok. But last night, he was sure he was hypnotized by Hoseok's charms. The party at Taehyung's had been wild last night.

One moment Hoseok was flirting with Jimin and a tipsy Jimin flirted back. One thing led to another and the next moment they were stumbling into Jimin's apartment.

Somehow he couldn't help but feel guilty about Yoongi. They never really went on a date. And Jimin couldn't bring himself to ask Taehyung about it.

Mainly because Jimin didn't feel like it. It wasn't like he didn't like Yoongi anymore or anything. It was as if Hoseok came into his mind earlier than Yoongi all the time.

There was a reason Jimin stopped sleeping with men. But last night...could've been an exception.

Jimin rolled away from Hoseok, who seemed like he had no ideas to get up any soon, and looked for his phone. He gasped upon seeing 10 missed calls from his father.

Shit. Jimin mentally cursed.

He checked his messages.

I'm coming to your place – Dad

Fuck fuck fuck Jimin quickly got up from his bed to run to the bathroom but the doorbell rang.

Shit if his father finds out he slept with a boy again...

"Hoseok!" Jimin called. "Hobi! Wake the fuck up!"

"Ngh...wha-"Hoseok mumbled.

"My father's here. No matter what, stay in this room, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah okay" Hoseok mumbled sleepily.

Jimin was currently naked. He stumbled to his closet and ran downstairs while getting dressed. On his way, the doorbell rang again.

"Coming!" Jimin shouted.

He opened the door to Jimin's dad, who walked in wordlessly. He looked around the house as if to see something suspicious. He took a seat in the couch and Jimin watched him with his hands folded.

"You look like shit" His father grumbled.

"Good morning, sir" Jimin said.

"Tea"

"Yes, sir" Jimin said and walked to the kitchen. He prepared to boil some water. A few silend minutes passed as he prepared two cups and tea bags.

"JIMIN!"

Jimin's heart leaped to his throat in fear as he heard his father's angry voice from the living room.

He walked towards the living room in fear and saw his father holding up a phone.

Hoseok's phone.

"Whose phone is this?"

"Mine" Jimin said.

"Don't lie to me, boy. This isn't your phone"

"It is! I bought a new one!"

"You fucking liar" Jimin's dad walked towards him and snatched him by his hair. Jimin wailed in agony.

"This is you, huh?" Jimin's father turned Jimin's head towards the phone screen, where a selfie of Hoseok was lit up on the lock screen.

Jimin whimpered. "I'm sorry"

"You are going back to your fucking old habits? Like having cock up your ass, do ya?" The man pushed Jimin and he fell on the floor. He was sobbing.

"I didn't! He's just a friend I swear!" Jimin wailed.

"You still have the audacity to lie. You faggot. I'm ashamed to call you my son"

"Then don't!" Jimin shouted.

Thump

Jimin doubled over. A yell stuck in his throat as he tried to contain the amount of pain that was radiating from his abdomen, where his father had kicked him. Jimin felt something wet his shirt and saw blood, coursing through the material of his shirt.

Jimin gasped for breath. Is he going to die?

"Son of a bitch!" Jimin's father was going to strike him again. Jimin closed his eyes to accept what's to come but then-

"Motherfucker!"

A screeching voice yelled and Jimin saw a shirtless Hoseok running and punching Jimin's father. Both men were on the ground but Hoseok had the lead. He punched Jimin's father on the stomach and face until he was unconscious.

Jimin watched in horror at Hoseok, a part of him that Jimin had never witnessed jumping in to action.

Hoseok was breathing heavily at the end of it. He stood up and screamed.

"What...oh my god" Hoseok said, shaking. "What- oh no...did I do this...wait JIMIN!"

He ran to where Jimin was laid on the floor.

"Oh my God baby are you alright? What did that fucker do to you? Holy shit is this blood. Oh no. Fuck what should I do...."

He looked more panicked than Jimin. "Okay Jiminie, hold on, wait...I know" Hoseok reached and took off Jimin's shirt and pressed it to the wound on his stomach.

"What should I do? " He wondered again, panic lacing every word.

Jimin started to lose focus. Everything became blurry and then blackness. He could hear Hoseok's panicked voice in the distance. But it soon faded in to nothing.

"Jimin!" Hoseok sobbed. "No please don't leave me!"

He didn't know what to do. Yes. He should call the police, right?

Then the doorbell rang.

"The fucking door is open. Come in!" Hoseok shouted.

Hoseok was pressing the cloth to the wound when another man entered the living room.

"Hoseok? What are- Oh My god Jimin!" Yoongi ran towards the unconscious body, ignoring Jimin's unconscious father.

"Yoongi" Hoseok sobbed.

"What did you do to him?!" Yoongi threatened Hoseok.

"Nothing! It was his father! He beat him up!"

"What? Fuck did you call an ambulance?"

Hoseok shook his head no.

"What a fucking baby you are" Yoongi grumbled angrily. He dialed up a number and in around five minutes, a couple of health workers came and took Jimin with them.

The police came and got Jimin's father, Hoseok and Yoongi went straight to the hospital, who was conscious by the time police arrived.

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