jimin focus
"fucking piece of shit." yoongi mutters under his breath as he swipes left on jimin's phone, studying the candid photos of junghoon's and haneul's little meetup saved onto his album.

jimin and his hyung are currently stood by the large floor to ceiling windows belonging to the penthouse suite of QUEENS HOTEL, watching expensive car after expensive car drive into the hotel's immaculate driveway to be taken away and parked into ready garage spaces by numerous uniformed valets.

jimin drags his eyes away from the sleek silver audi 2017 that had just driven in and latches his sight on to the towering city skyscrapers in the distance, rising tall to meet the night sky overhead. mostly shrouded in green forestry, QUEENS HOTEL isn't that far away from the hubbub of the city but it's a safe enough distance that it'd be difficult to trouble regular pedestrians (since the hotel is only for those who can afford the bills and the VIPS) and catch the unneeded attention of police officers. hence the reason why QUEENS HOTEL is so popular during yearly illegal racing events like the one happening in a few days time.

"my heart literally split in two when jungkook saw these photos — he started laughing, saying that he sorta expected it but then, three seconds later, he walked out, crying." jimin says, fingers tightening round the blackcurrant juicebox he sips at aggressively.

"son of a bitch better not come down here if he hears that jungkook's coming." yoongi breathes, switching off jimin's phone and handing it back to the owner with a displeased look embedding itself onto his delicate features. "if he comes anywhere near us, im gonna beat his and hers face in with a fucking crowbar."

"let's try not to get violent, babe, hm." a low voice hums from behind them, "i don't wanna have to visit my boyfriend in prison with a bit of glass between us." the voice chuckles.

jimin and yoongi look over their shoulders to see top racer J, or as he goes by with friends; hoseok, standing there, wearing a fitting white shirt unbuttoned a couple of times, casual black jeans and a brown leather jacket draped over one arm. yoongi's hard expression softens at the sight, a small smile forming on his lips as he reaches out for hoseok with pale hands. jimin smiles as he watches hoseok envelope a small yoongi in a firm three second hug before turning his attention to jimin, a heart shaped grin making its way on to his face.

"jiminie, it's good to see you again!" hoseok beams, pulling the boy into a longer lasting hug. the chubby cheeked boy grins into hoseok's chest as he murmurs out a "it's good to see you too, hyung — it's been way too long."

"well, we got a whole week to catch up," hoseok reminds happily, pulling away from jimin to reattach himself to yoongi, who looks incredibly content with hoseok standing besides him with a hand casually resting on his hip.

"so what're we talking about?" hoseok asks cheerfully as he throws his jacket half heartedly across the room, the bundle of heavy material hitting against the surface of the pricey L–shaped couch with a loud thwack.

"jungkook." jimin says, slurping the last dregs of his juice down, "i was telling yoongs hyung about jungkook reacting to junghoon & haneul and," jimin pauses to suck at his straw but he's disappointed two seconds later to hear the obnoxiously loud breathy sound of an empty straw in an empty juicebox, "kookie's new task; kim taehyung." he finishes with a disdainful frown directed at his juicebox.

"mm, i heard about that." hoseok voices out, shoving a hand into the pockets of his jeans and looking out of the window curiously to see his opponents car models. "an 8.4million boy — damn, isn't that a little much on his first day back at work?" hoseok muses.

"remember that we're talking about the almighty jeon jungkook." jimin chuckles. "he's been handling himself and taehyungie well from what ive seen when they dropped by my house." he says.

"taehyungie?" hoseok raises an eyebrow at the nickname he'd picked up on.

"yeah, he's my lil baby — he followed me around the one night he stayed over, constantly asking me questions and calling me hyung." jimin giggles, eyes pressing into prominent crescents, "he's the cutest thing ever."

"but yoongi hyung's the cutest thing ever. this taehyungie can come second." hoseok states, puffing up his chest proudly and looking over at yoongi, a wide smile on his face. the latter simply turns away to stare out of the window, seemingly ignoring his words, but you can't miss the ghost of a smile on his face when he does. jimin laughs at this, hoseok joining in whilst yoongi mumbles something about them being idiots.

jimin's laughter dies down as he speaks again, "but. . . yanno, taehyungie's really different from jungkook's other hostages. he's not kept tied up, blindfolded and knocked out in jungkook's fucking car boot. he's not bruised or even afraid of jungkookie. it's. . . weird." jimin hums, chewing on his straw thoughtfully. "but what's even weirder is that jungkook seems to like him. like if you see them together, they don't look like kidnapper and kidnappee — they look like comfortable friends or something." jimin frowns, looking over at hoseok and yoongi.

hoseok raises his head at jimin's words, brows furrowing, "hold on, am i hearing this right? jungkook's comfortable with someone other than us?" hoseok repeats, disbelief stated on his face.

"yeah –– he doesn't just look comfortable, he is comfortable from what taehyung told me. taehyung-ah told me that he finds jungkookie sometimes scary but nice most of the time — apparently he. . ." and, practically chewing his straw in half, jimin continues on to retell what taehyung had told him about getting kidnapped, hiding behind an ice cream freezer in a petrol station, touring dosi, hurting his feet and jungkook carrying him down a motorway. once jimin finishes, both yoongi's and hoseok's eyes are blown out wide in surprise.

"i. . . refuse to believe that we're talking about jungkook." yoongi says slowly. "jeon jungkook, who once fucking beat up a hostage just because he looked at him 'funny'. jeon jungkook, who wouldn't carry any injured stranger down a metre long distance, let alone a whole fucking motorway."

"hmm," hoseok hums, all thoughtful like. "so. . . what? he's a little nice now, freakishly nice, but s'no biggie so long as he's not going soft, it's okay."

jimin looks at hoseok pointedly.

"you think he's going soft?" hoseok frowns, a crease forming between his brows.

"i dunno but he looks like he's on the road to becoming it." jimin mumbles, walking away from the couple to find a bin to dump his carton. "if you don't believe me, see for yourself — kookie's coming down here tomorrow morning and, of course, taehyung's coming with him."

"he's bringing him to the races?" yoongi asks.

"yup." jimin hums, "he can't exactly leave him locked up in a hotel room for four days straight, can he? just let him watch a couple of races — it'll be fine." jimin assures before taking a look at the wall clock with interest. "well, m'hungry so im gonna grab dinner — do you two wanna join in or are you gonna be too busy fucking like rabbits?"

"bye jiminie." a stern yoongi says causing hoseok to laugh.

"you're taking the second option then, okay." jimin clarifies, "bye hyungs, don't have too much fun!" he sing songs bubbily as he turns around, walking past the decorated lounge (which is now cluttered up by his, yoongi's and hoseok's luggage ((they're all sharing the penthouse suite))) and the almost professional kitchen that jimin was sure neither of them would look at, let alone use.

as the young boy reaches the door, yoongi's voice calls out his name, "jimin?", causing him to stop and look over his shoulder. he catches sight of yoongi regarding him with something akin to concern and/or worry.
"yeah?" jimin questions, a little confused by yoongi's expression.

"delete those pictures of junghoon and haneul. i don't wanna see you upset over them." he mutters gruffly, leaning into hoseok's side. his boyfriend looks over at him, silently agreeing with yoongi's words.

jimin smiles at his hyung's concern, "im not upset over them. in fact, i think they suit each other quite well; they're both snakes; it's a perfect match." jimin chuckles dryly at this, "let's see which one snakes the other first, hm." he hums, opening the door and leaving after smiling reassuringly at his friends.

but as soon as the door clicks shut behind him, jimin's easygoing smile falters.

yoongi focus
"you think he'll be okay?" yoongi asks as he feels hoseok wrap his arms loosely round his waist.

"jimin's a big boy — he knows well on how to handle himself and you know that." hoseok murmurs, "but if he ever does get stuck, it'll be okay because we'll both be there to help him out."

yoongi, sighing, agrees with hoseok before speaking up again, this time with a declarative tone in his voice; "but seriously hobi, don't hold me back if i see those two motherfuckers. imma—"

"you're not doing anything in front of jungkook and jimin, i don't wanna see them hurt or anything." hoseok reprimands, poking yoongi's side. yoongi grunts in response. "buuuuuut as soon as jungkook and jimin are out of sight, ill join you with my spanner." hoseok grins against yoongi's hair, "you with your crowbar and me with my spanner — junghoon and haneul won't know what hit them over the head."

"well, they kinda will because it's a godamn heavy ass spanner and crowbar."

"hyung, shh."