Hoseok taps on the door, pushing it open a few seconds later only to see Yoongi on top of Y/n, his lips pressed against hers. He yelps, Yoongi doing the same when he realizes Hoseok's present. Yoongi whips around, covering his bare girlfriend with his body. 

"I- uh- knock?" Yoongi says in a slur, Hoseok smiling.

"I did, you didn't hear it. Come on, we have a plan to make, don't we? We've been here two days now without any direction. Jimin's exhausted from doing night patrols, we should cut him some slack. What's our next move?"

"Well if I can get dressed, I'd love to tell you," Yoongi says, Hoseok snickering and agreeing, departing the room. As soon as the door shuts, he shifts his attention to the other presence he didn't realize was there. A smaller presence.

"They act younger than me and I'm a 'fetus', as the old man would say," Ariel says.

Hoseok snorts, kneeling. "How's he holding up, by the way? After the whole Namjoon and Jin leaving thing..."

"He's okay. Honestly, he seems better than ever. He still won't let me curse though."

"That bastard."

"I know right?"

Hoseok ruffles her hair, earning him a pout from the kid. Oh gosh, she really is hanging out with Jimin too much. Not that that's a bad thing. Actually, that may be the greatest thing Hoseok's ever heard in his life. Both for Ariel's sake and for Jimin's, but honestly, more for Jimin's.

The door opens, Yoongi fumbling to buckle up his pants, still shirtless. Yoons looks up, mortified when he sees the kid there. "I- uh- well... um... you see..."

"Y/n and you were having sex. We know, we can hear the horse noises from 100 feet away," Ariel says.

"Horse noises?!"

"Oh, sorry. I meant goat noises."

Before Yoongi can punch the little girl, Hoseok steps in front of her. "Can we discuss a plan now? You promised."

"I didn't promise shit."

"Don't curse in front of her," a new voice says, the three shifting to see a yawning, shirtless Jimin wandering the halls. He has his Dumbo plush in his baby hands, him squeezing it against his chest. He uses one hand to rub his crusty eyes, him blinking away his sleep.

"Just did. Where's Tae?" Yoongi asks, Jimin scoffing.

"Bitch I just woke up."

"'Don't curse in front of me'," Ariel mocks, Jimin giving her a playful glare she's quick to return.

"Nice to know we're getting along," Hoseok says, leaning against the wall. Everyone's here except for Yoongi's girlfriend and Taehyung. Wow, that's actually heartbreaking. No Namjoon, no Jin... no Jungkook. Namjoon and Jin are off to live their private lives, most likely settling down somewhere unknown. And Jungkook? He'll never come back. It hurts more every time.

Hoseok hated Jungkook with a passion, but Jungkook was still their best asset. Jungkook had gear, experience, God damn helicopters. Now they have access to none of that, only basic knowledge and nothing else. They don't even have a plan. Speaking of...

"Plan," Hoseok repeats, clapping his hands together. "Let's talk about a plan, yeah?"

"We're going to London, but we deserve to cool off a bit, don't you think? We've had a long... life."

"Can't disagree," Jimin says, yawning again.

"Wait, even I can come?" Ariel asks, peeking at Jimin for approval.

"Yeah kid, you can come. Just don't ever go anywhere alone, okay?"

"Deal."

"Now come on, I'll make you breakfast." Jimin offers his hand to Ariel, and the kid takes it, the two strolling down the halls to leave Hoseok and Yoongi to discuss their plan. Hoseok watches them skip off together, Jimin holding that Dumbo plush as tightly as he can. He can faintly hear their laughter, their casual conversation. For a moment, just a moment, Hoseok feels safe. But the moment passes, and the need for a plan hits again.

"Our cars are running low on gas, we can't really drive just anywhere anymore. Certainly not 7 hours again, but taking a plane near our district is even riskier than it was in Maine. They'll notice that shit. What do you suggest?" Hoseok asks, attempting not to stare at Yoongi's bare chest.

"I'm not sure, the problem is if we go to some random airport, we risk them not having private jets we can charter. Or even a general plane to London. Maybe we'd blend in more taking a public plane, just cover our faces well."

"Maybe. Can't exactly check the internet to see what times the planes take off, though."

"Well, we have two cars."

Hoseok blinks. "You're not saying what I think you're saying."

"I am. We have someone go and check the locations of the planes, maybe get some gas too, yeah? You buy tickets for us for a London plane and we go back on the day they liftoff, then bam, we're in London. Sound good?"

"Back up: since when did 'someone' become 'me', huh?"

Yoongi chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Well, Hobi, Jimin's making breakfast for the kid. Wouldn't want to interrupt that, hm?" Hoseok grumbles a curse. "And Tae's blind. Do you really want to make a blind man do that job?"

"To be fair to myself, that would be hilarious-"

"Hobi."

"Right. Blind Tae, no go. What about you and your girlfriend, hm? Treat it like a little date."

"As cute as that sounds... no. I'm in the middle of screwing her and I'd really like to get back to that. Plus, we're the two most wanted faces in the Underworld. People are less likely to notice you as they are us," Yoongi says, shrugging after he says it. "No offense Hobi, but you really are the best candidate. This is kind of like your job, isn't it? You used to be my girl's right hand."

"Yeah and now her current right hand is making bacon and eggs for a teenager that acts older than him."

"The jealousy is showing, Mr. Jung."

"I want bacon and eggs too," Hoseok says with a whine, crossing his arms over his chest. When he realizes how ridiculous he looks, he sighs. "Okay, fine, I'll do it. Are you seriously going to screw your girlfriend while I'm gone?"

"Obviously."

"Yoongi! Get your ass back in here! I'm cold!" Y/n shouts.

"Yes ma'am right away ma'am uh huh you're cold coming right now-"

"Whipped as fuck," Hoseok mumbles, Yoongi glaring at him. "Not sorry, it's true. Now go screw your girlfriend, I'll go get information on the planes, yeah? Might take a while though, gotta find our airport and avoid the mafia all while finding us a plane that can go to London. Granted, I'm sure there'll be one since it's New York of all places, but it may still take me a while."

Hoseok goes to walk away, leaving them alone, then, Yoongi snatches his elbow. Hobi glances back, raising both his brows. Yoongi stares for a moment, Hoseok staring back. "Hobi?" He nods, Yoongi breaking out into a smile. "Good luck."

~~~

"Finally done being gay?" you ask, cocking your head to the side. Yoongi flips you off, you returning the gesture. You sway your legs back and forth, giving him a teasing look you're known for by now. "Mr. Romantic, your girlfriend would like to speak with you."

"Well that sucks, I have to shower and you're not joining."

"Hmm, why not?"

"Because I'm sweaty and nasty. Hoseok gave me a workout, y'know?"

"I don't know, I didn't get my workout in yet today. Wouldn't you like to see it, my dear?" you say with a smirk, spreading your legs to tease him.

He bites his lower lip, going over to the door to your bathroom and opening it. Without a word, he beckons you forward, you hopping up and joining him. The pair of you enter, Yoongi slipping off his pants and turning on the shower, making sure the water is hot. Not as hot as you, but it's up there.

"You're oddly needy today," Yoongi says, tapping his fingers against the water to test it.

You come up behind him and hug him, kissing his neck. "I am every day, I'm just not hiding it anymore. Come on, let's go in."

He obeys, sliding inside the glass shower and letting the steam fill the vicinity. You do the same, the warmth filling your core. "Come here, love," he says, pulling you closer. You allow it, him staring at you and tracing his fingers on the skin of your hips. "I can't wait to fuck you," he whispers, you snickering at his words.

"Then what are you waiting for?" He's quick to pin you against the glass of the shower, you keeping your gaze on him. He lifts one of your legs, rubbing the skin there as he does. You merely grin. "Shall we, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi wraps your leg around his waist, inching closer. The sight of his erection has you trembling, your back rubbing against the glass wall. Droplets of water spray on your skin, Yoongi licking his lower lip and staring at you. Okay, wow, he's hot. You never thought you'd see the day where you're willingly letting him be dominant, but here you are. He's attractive as fuck. There's no denying that.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his whisper waltzing across your lips.

"Yes." You can't even tease him. The lust radiating in his irises has you breathless, your body trembling. Yoongi takes your obedience as submission (which to be fair, this time it is), him rubbing his tip along the moisture of your entrance. You whimper and grip his shoulders, Yoongi using one hand to run it through your wet hair. "Yoongi, please."

"Not so cocky now, hm? Where's the 'Mr. Romantic' name?"

"Okay Mr. Romantic, tell me a pickup line during sex why don't you?"

"You'll never get a pickup line out of me," he mumbles, continuing to rub you. He goes in small circles, you digging your nails into his skin to the point where he grunts. "You're really testing me, madam."

"Madam? That's a new one. Trying to remind me of Madam Avasa during shower sex? Ouch, Yoons, that is not very smooth of you. Smooth brain, maybe, but now-"

"Oh my God, you literally don't shut up." Without giving you a chance to reply, he suddenly plunges inside you. It's your turn to grunt, yelping right after. "Mm, that's it baby," he whispers into your ear, his length stretching your walls.

"You... are too fucking cocky."

"Go ahead babe, try and pin me down in the shower and teach me a lesson." 

He pulls back to peep at you, the mischief in his eyes turning you on even more. You shudder around him, Yoongi feeling it and chuckling. The man starts his thrusts, going slow to tease you. He rubs himself around inside you, searching for all your sensitive spots. When he succeeds, he's rewarded with a moan from you, whines scratching at your throat.

Yoongi has one hand holding up your leg, the other at the side of your hips, rubbing the skin there gently. He's still slow, painfully slow, his eyes never leaving yours. "More," you say despite knowing how he'll react.

"Don't you dare break eye contact with me. If you do, I'll stop." 

You nod, biting your lip as he speeds up, truly starting his thrusts. And it's fucking heaven. The sensation has you panting, resisting the urge to shut your eyes. Yoongi is no liar, he actually will stop if you break eye contact with him. Regardless, the overwhelming urge to shut your eyes hits when his tip thrusts itself to the deepest part of you.

"Yoons," you whisper, clutching on him harder.

"That's it angel, moan for me." You do, him slowing to instead go harder, his balls slapping against your skin barely heard over the hiss of the shower. You peer at him, him doing the same. The contact only has you squirming, but you can't go anywhere. He's keeping you firmly in place, his hand spreading your leg out more so he has better access to you.

"Yoongi!" you hiss out when he keeps rubbing over your sweet spot. He's memorized it by now, his skin running along it and hitting it constantly. He chuckles and places his forehead on yours, speeding up while looking directly into your eyes. His hips move rapidly, his face twisting and turning as the pleasure consumes both him and you. You're in the same state, your mind going fuzzy from the warmth.

"You're dripping, baby." 

You glare, him snickering and keeping up his onslaught against you. The way he shifts himself in and out is perfection. Your skin is tingling from the simplest touch he gives you, the pads of his fingers teasing your hips and thighs. Goosebumps form on you, your eyes wavering in and out of focus. Yoongi feels it too, seeing as his lower lip is quivering, moans passing his tongue. They're the most beautiful sounds ever.

"Shit Yoons, you're so fucking deep."

"Needy little bitch," he says with a grunt, his hand going up to your cheek to caress it. Without so much as a breath, he kisses you, sealing your lips together in a hungry attack for one another. Your tongues are quick to meet as he fucks you, the shower water crashing on your backs and creating more warmth than what was already present.

Your tongues dance, swirling over each other and sucking. Yoongi brings your bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it, his hand gripping your thigh until you swear he draws a bit of blood. But now, that's the least of your concern. The only thing that matters is the pit in your core, growing more and more until it threatens to burst.

Sensing this based on how much your body's shaking, Yoongi pulls away and maintains the eye contact again. He speeds up to ease your orgasm out of you, panting as he goes. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice a hush in the wind when compared to the melody of the shower.

On his command, you do, moaning out his name as he thrusts. Yoongi grunts and keeps going, overstimulating your poor self while your head hits the glass of the shower. He allows the break in contact, instead going harder to reach his own high. When he does, he pulls out and uses his hand to finish himself off. His moans have your head spinning, your juices dripping out of you. 

His face scrunches up from the bliss, his lips parting to heave breaths of your name. "Y/n... baby, fuck."

"Holy fuck," you mumble, the two of you keeping your bodies together.

He kisses all over your jaw and cheek, your nose too. Then, he rests his lips next to your ear. His soft breaths are the most satisfying things in the world right now. Funny how simple is sometimes the best. "I love you," he murmurs into your ear, rubbing your stomach.

"I love you too."

Yoongi kisses your forehead, and you can't tell if he's sweating or coated in water. Either way, he looks ethereal. You peek at him, him peeking back and chuckling. "Round two?" he asks, pecking your lips after he says it as if to convince you. You give him a soft smile, one he returns.

"Round two."