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“You sure it’s this one?” The man asked, looking at the board in front of him.
“A hundred percent.” His accomplice nodded, “If we succeed, we could get about a million.”
The man laughed, “For this lousy kid? Hell yeah, let’s go.”
“After you, sir.” His accomplice smirked, leading the man out of the dark room.
“Who’s the kid anyway?” The man questioned as they got in the car.
“One of Baek Suecheon’s beloved sons.” The accomplice answered, getting into the driver’s seat.
“Ah, Baek Suecheon, huh?” The man grinned, pulling up his phone, “Then we might as well call up our old friend.”
The accomplice didn’t answer as he drove the car onto the empty road.
—-
“Byun! What reminded you of me today?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked.
“I thought you might like to hear about our next exploit,” The man began, “We’ve got a target that you’re well-acquainted with.”
“And who might that be?” The person asked, a smirk evident in his tone.
“Baek Suecheon’s second son.” The man replied.
“Ah,” The voice on the other end got softer, almost fond, "Feisty kid, that one. Doesn’t go down without a fight.”
“I assume you’ve had your fun with him?” The man asked.
“A few times, yes.”
“Well, you could come on over if you want to again.” The man offered.
“I’ll see, if the time permits.” The person paused, “I’m sensing that… there’s something else to this call?”
“Well, since we’re helping out, we expected… something.” The man spoke.
There was a slight chuckle on the other end, “Of course, Byun. I’ll have the million transferred to your bank, I assume it’s the same one?”
“Thank you, Sang-wook.”
—
“So… I just have to go in there and grab the kid?”
“Yes.”
“But there’s another kid there too.”
“What?!”
“Grab him too, he’s from a rich family too.”
“You’ve done your research, haven’t you?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Proceed. Bring them here by the next hour.”
“Okay, sir.”
—
A man, dressed in black from head to toe, stepped out of a discreet black car and made his way to the musical instrument store in front of him, he peeked in through the window and saw two young men wandering around the guitar aisle.
He walked into the store and walked into the same aisle.
Target located.
—
Hosu and Yoongi had been wandering around in the instrument store for about fifteen minutes, Hosu had dragged his best friend with him because he wanted to get his best friend a gift ‘with his own money’ because Hosu’d just gotten his first part-time job —not that he needed to get one, his mother told him that it was okay if he didn’t work but Hosu was stubborn— to pay off his own college fees —because he refused to let his mother pay them— and he’d gotten his first paycheck, which wasn’t much, about two days ago, and he’d decided that he was gonna spend it on his loved ones, he’d already gotten something for his mother, his boyfriend, his brothers and now, it was his best friend’s turn.
He’d had to do a lot of convincing to bring the boy along, because his best friend had been absolutely insistent that Hosu spend the money on himself, Hosu’d managed to finally convince him on the grounds that both Hosu and he spend some money on each other.
And now, here they were, in a musical instrument store, looking for something to buy that was cheap yet good enough.
“Yoongs, isn’t that the guitar you’re looking for?” Hosu pointed to a guitar kept high on one of the shelves.
Yoongi walked over to where Hosu was standing and looked up at the guitar, “Yup.” He nodded.
“I’ll ask the employees to get it then.” Hosu spoke, going over to where one of the employees was standing, he came back a few minutes later with the employee in tow.
“That one?” The employee pointed, the two boys nodded, “I’m sorry but that one’s offsale, we’re out of stock and that piece is broken and just for show.”
“Oh, alright, we’ll look for something else.” Yoongi replied, “Thank you for your help.” He bowed slightly and then he and Hosu began to walk towards the exit of the aisle.
“Uhm, excuse me?” A voice called out behind them.
Hosu turned slightly, “Yes?”
“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, sir.” The man began, this got the both of them to turn around, Hosu looked at the man who looked… odd but Hosu wasn’t here to judge, but if he were, he’d say that full black outfits with gloves, a facemask, black sunglasses and a black hat was slightly out of place in the warm, tiny music store, “About the guitar.” The person clarified, “It looked like you really wanted that guitar, and, well, you’re in luck because I was here to sell my guitar and I have the exact model.”
“You do?” Hosu asked, raising an eyebrow.
The man nodded, “I have it in my car, I wanted to check if they were open to buying it before bringing it in, we could go together and I—”
“What’s the need for that, sir? It’s okay, you don’t have to worry yourself, we could buy the guitar later.” Yoongi interrupted instantly, smiling but it was clearly forced, he side-eyed Hosu, who nodded.
“Exactly. We don’t need need it, we were just looking.” Hosu joined in, catching his best friend’s side-eye.
The two watched as the man’s shoulders sank forward ever so slightly. Like he’d failed. Which he had.
The man turned around and left without another word.
Yoongi immediately began laughing, “Damn, looks like three years on the streets does benefit you in ways.”
“That idiot really thought we’d go with him to his ‘car’.” Hosu cackled.
“Well, I guess that’s a sign from the universe to go and get your gift.” Yoongi spoke.
“But we haven’t got you anything yet.” Hosu replied, “C’mon, let’s look around.”
Yoongi sighed but didn’t say anything as Hosu dragged him to some other instrument aisle.
About ten minutes later, they walked out of the store after buying a different guitar model.
They had been getting in their car —which was parked in an alley-like road because that was the only place to park to get to the store— when Yoongi heard faint footsteps and he immediately turned around.
And sure enough, the man from the store was back, and this time, with about four goons.
At first, Hosu and Yoongi tried to ignore them, to get into their car and just drive off, but the goons then began to approach them while throwing stones at their car.
“Ah, I haven’t done that in a while.” Yoongi grinned, cracking his knuckles, “You wanna fight, huh?”
One of the goons attempted to punch him, but he failed, instead hitting the air beside the boy.
“It isn’t our fault you suck at kidnapping.” Hosu laughed, “C’mon then, we’ve handled worse things than you while we were malnourished kids.”
“You cocky bastards.” The man growled, gesturing to the goons.
Immediately, all of them launched forward towards the two young men.
One of them attempted to punch Yoongi, who caught the man’s fist before it even reached anywhere near his face.
“Get them. I want that scarred one at any cost.” The man ordered.
Hosu laughed again as he grabbed one of the goons who’d been attacking him and twisted the guy’s arm behind his back, “Why? See somethin’ you like in my best friend?”
“Yeah, money.” The man grinned.
“Ah yes, money.” Yoongi repeated as he stopped another man’s kick and pushed the guy into the main man, “Sorry, but you’ll have to work with that, I don’t fund goons.”
The two stood dusting their hands as the four goons began to retreat, leaving the main man behind.
“Well, that was a nice… revision of our past.” Hosu said as he got into the driver’s seat.
“Sure was.” Yoongi agreed, leaning back in his seat, he looked out the window before sitting up slightly, “How about we go to the dam?” he suggested, “It’s about to be sunset, it’ll look nice.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Hosu smiled, pulling the car into an unpaved road through trees.
About thirty minutes later, they were at the dam.
The sun had begun to set, the sky was pink and orange and slightly golden because of the sun’s light, the water looked like melted gold, and the leaves of the trees that’d grown over the years made everything better as sunlight filtered in through them. A few birds were twittering around but other than that there was this peaceful silence because of which even the tiny ripples of the water could be heard, the leaves rustled slightly as a small gust of cold wind blew through them, taking three of the leaves with it —two slightly taller ones and a small one— they swirled around in the wind before finally landing on the concrete of the dam’s half-wall, together.
“Woah, good call, Yoongs.” Hosu grinned as he sat down on the ledge of the half-wall.
Yoongi didn’t reply as he sat down beside him and began lightly strumming the guitar.
As the melody slowly began to build, soft chords mixed with a few notes, climbing up and then down again in a quiet way that was easy to miss.
“Oh, wait, I’ll bring the coffee we bought earlier!” Hosu exclaimed as he jumped down and began running down the stairs of the dam.
Yoongi stopped strumming the guitar, looking as his best friend hurried down the stairs, “Don’t fall down the stairs, Hosu.” He called out.
“I won’t!” Hosu reassured. Yoongi began playing the melody again but kept his eyes on his best friend who’d reached his car.
A few minutes later, Hosu returned with two coffee cups in his hand, he handed one to his best friend who paused.
“...It’s warm.” He noted, looking at Hosu with slight confusion.
Hosu grinned and gestured to the bottom of the dam, opposite to where their car was parked, where a small fire burned, “I thought if we were reliving the street days, we might have the full experience.”
Yoongi laughed a little, and then turned to look at the three leaves the wind had plucked from their tree and had left them on the concrete, away from their kind, but still together.
“Maybe we should’ve brought that idiot too.” Hosu commented, following his best friend’s eyes and realizing what he was thinking.
“He wouldn’t stop acting like he used to back then.” Yoongi said, a fond tone in his voice, “That little brat wouldn’t stop scaring us with infections.”
“And now he scars us with stupid pranks.” Hosu added, jumping up to sit on the ledge with his best friend.
“Honestly, I’d prefer that over… anything else.” Yoongi spoke, turning to look at the almost golden water and taking a sip of his coffee.
“I’m really glad you told me that day.” Hosu said after a while, “You did the right thing.”
“Too late, though. I couldn’t protect him from that—”
“You did. You were just a kid, and we’re not going down the self-blame rabbit hole today because it’s wrong.” Hosu interrupted, his voice firm as he put a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, he got a slight hum in reply after which the other boy picked up the guitar and began strumming mindlessly again.
Hosu listened to the melody for a while, the dam had slowly begun to go silent, the birds had retreated back to their nests and the sun was gone beneath the horizon.
“We should probably get home.” He suggested, hopping off the ledge.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Yoongi replied, putting his guitar bag in its bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
As they reached the staircase, Hosu suddenly stopped, causing Yoongi to bump into him.
“What?” Yoongi questioned, rubbing his nose as it’d bumped into Hosu’s shoulder.
Hosu looked at him, and then grinned, “The last one down doesn’t get the sandwich.”
Yoongi looked at Hosu, then down the staircase, “You’re on.”
The quiet dam was filled with low laughter as the two of them began nudging each other out of the way as they ran down the staircase, sometimes jumping five steps at once.
As they reached the last step, the two of them looked each other and laughed.
“A tie it is then.” Hosu laughed, “Split the sandwich?”
Yoongi nodded, sitting down on one of the boulders near the staircase.
Hosu brought out the sandwiches from the box they’d kept in the car, on his way to the boulder, he stopped by the little fire he’d started and put it out.
The two sat together on the boulders and ate, laughing and talking about the things they’d done as kids to get food.
“—remember that one time we found a chocolate bar in the river?”
“Yes, it was quite disgusting.” Hosu said, turning up his nose dramatically.
“I wonder if people would faint if they ever found out what we survived off of.” Yoongi muttered.
“Speaking of people,” Hosu spoke as he pulled out his phone, “Looks like your brother is being paranoid again.”
“He’s not paranoid, Hosu.” Yoongi replied.
“I know ~ I was joking, I know I’m worse than him.” Hosu grinned shamelessly as he picked up the call and put it on speaker.
“Yes, my whole entire world?” Hosu spoke into the phone cheesily.
“Good to know you’re alive.” Jin’s voice deadpanned back.
“As alive as ever, hyung.” Yoongi said.
“Have you two decided to move back to the streets?” Jin asked.
“Aw, no. Because I know I wouldn’t survive without you.” Hosu replied.
“You seemed to survive just fine when you were younger.” Jin countered, the two could tell that he was narrowing his eyes.
“Because I hadn’t met you back then.” Hosu said.
“Okay, okay, whatever. Be home soon.” Jin spoke quickly and then hung up.
“I’m a professional at this.” Hosu smiled cheekily.
“You’re a menace.” Yoongi deadpanned, “Well at least I don’t have to handle tomato hyung today.”
“I think we should get going home, before we get another chance to relieve our street days.” Hosu suggested, getting up.
“Yeah, It’s getting too dark here.” Yoongi agreed.
But before they got close to their car, the grass behind them moved.
“What th—”
The dam went deathly silent yet again.
—
“I think I told you to bring them in an hour and not a day?” The man asked as another man dragged in two unconscious bodies.
“These brats are too smart, I dunno.” The other man replied, “Even beat up my guys.”
“Oh, really?” The man asked, grinning, “This’ll be fun then.”
“Can I go now?”
“No. Separate them. Keep the unscarred one somewhere, I don’t care. I just wanted the scarred one. Sang-wook recommended him.”
“Fine.”
—
“Good morning, scar-face.” A voice rang in his ears as he slowly tried to open his eyes.
When he eventually managed to open them, he saw a strange man peering down at him, and he was in a dark room, with no lighting except for a small, old strip of LED lights that flickered like they were breathing their last breaths.
“Where the fuck is Hosu?” He asked, glaring at the man, trying to sit up. He couldn’t. He looked down and saw that he was chained fully to the ground.
“Your friend? He’s safe.” The man spoke, crouching down next to his head, “He was a plus one anyway, our original target was you, you were a recommendation from an old friend.”
“Fuck off.” Yoongi growled, attempting to punch the man.
“I heard you scream really prettily.” The man said, catching the punch, “And that’s just what I want to test.”
“The fuck are you saying, you bastard?”
The man didn’t reply as he pulled out a syringe, “Here, this makes the pain… better.” And without warning, he plunged the syringe into the boy’s arm.
“Good.” The man chuckled darkly, standing up as he watched as the boy, who’d been thrashing around quite a lot, began to go limp.
He walked to the corner and picked up a bat.
“Let’s see… what should we set our goal as?” He mused, “How about… ten broken ribs?”
“Go die.”
“How rude, are you not content with the goal? Well, if you insist, I’ll add in a few other broken bones as well.”
He brought the bat down, the boy did not react.
He did it again. And again. And again. Until he himself began sweating, but got no reaction from the boy.
The boy’d endured worse but the drug or whatever the man had given him had amplified the pain. Every hit felt like he was being hit with tiny bombs, exploding on his skin, but he’d learnt to kept quiet long ago.
“...Sang-wook did say you were a fighter, looks like he was right.” The man laughed as he put the bat down briefly.
The boy’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, and his breathing got shallow.
“Ah, that name bring you memories?” The man asked, nudging him with his foot, “I asked him to come meet you, you know, he said he’d love to if he got the time.”
“N—no—”
The man grinned as he picked up two other objects. A knife, and a taser. He crouched down near the boy’s head again, “Quite a scar you got there? You provoke a bear or somethin’?”
He got no reply, neither had he wanted any. He gripped the boy’s jaw to hold him steady and took the knife, “Let’s renew it, shall we?”
The knife’s cold blade touched the scarred skin, and pressed, the boy felt the skin split slightly, blood beginning to well up, and then, out of nowhere, the man dragged the knife down in one swift motion, causing the scar to tear and erupt with blood.
“Wonderful.” The man’s eyes gleamed, “Now, for the taser.” He stood up and pointed the machine’s shocker towards the boy and pressed the button.
A scream pierced through the air.
“Sang-wook was right, indeed he was.” The man chuckled as the boy continued to scream and then began to convulse.
And then the man put away the taser and crouched down, and then began touching the skin over the bones that he’d aimed to break with his bat.
A few ribs immediately shifted under his hands and another scream rang in his ears.
“There, there.” The man almost cooed, purposefully making the ribs shift more.
Eventually, the boy had passed out from the immense pain, the man stood up, took a picture and then left.
—
Hosu had woken up in a similar place, there was nothing but a door in the room, and foolishly, whoever had put him there, had forgotten to tie him up properly, he easily slipped out of the ropes and walked to the door and pushed it open.
Only to see his best friend chained to the ground like some rogue animal, blood spewing from his scar that had been torn open, bruises, slight electrical burn marks and weeping cuts on his arms and a particularly deep looking gash across his abdomen, tearing his shirt around it.
“You fucker.” Hosu muttered as he saw a person enter through the door which was far away from the corner he and his best friend were in and then locking the door again.
“I see you’ve found your way to your frien—” He was punched in the face before he could finish his sentence.
And before the man could retort, there was the sound of a lock clicking open that rang through the room like a gunshot.
—
“What did hyungs say, when are they coming back?” Taehyung asked Jin, who’d just hung up on Hosu.
“They’ve moved back to the streets.” Jin replied.
“WITHOUT ME?!” Taehyung screeched dramatically.
“Without you. I wouldn’t tolerate that if that happened with me.” Jin smirked.
“Traitors.” Taehyung grumbled, crossing his arms and plopping down on the couch next to his hyung.
“How about we watch a movie while they return?” Jin spoke.
“Sure! Let’s watch their favourite movie!” Taehyung exclaimed, “I’ll go get the others!”
—
About an hour into the movie, Jin’s phone buzzed.
Taehyung, who’d been resting his head in his hyung’s lap, looked up, “I think hyungs are messaging you again.”
Jin picked up his phone and looked at the notification, “It’s an unknown number.”
Jimin peeked over his hyung’s shoulder, and his eyebrows furrowed, “That’s weird.”
“I think you should open the message, hyung.” Namjoon suggested.
Jin nodded and clicked on the notification, the screen loaded up and showed the message. His phone slipped from his hands and clattered onto the floor.
“What the fuck?” Taehyung breathed, picking the phone up and staring at the picture they’d been sent by this unknown number. His hyung tied to the floor, bloodied and bruised up.
And beneath the number, a ransome of a million won.
Namjoon began muttering, “No no no no no—”
“But I— How is thi— how is this possible? I—I just talked to them an— an hour ago.” Jin stuttered, his breath shallow.
“Who— what— how—” Hoseok spluttered, his eyes wide with horror.
Meanwhile, the three youngest looked at each other and nodded. They read the ransome message again and again.
“Wait—” Jeongguk called out, pointing to the address where they’d demanded the ransome be dropped off, “You don’t think they’ll be such idiots to…”
“Doesn’t hurt to check it out.” Jimin spoke, pulling out his phone, “I’m calling Kyung-se and Kyu-won.”
About three minutes later, Kyung-se and Kyu-won were rushing out of their house to meet the three youngest Baeks, Kyung-se got his car out and everyone immediately got in.
No one said much the entire car ride and it took around forty minutes to reach the place.
“This house?” Kyung-se asked as they neared an abandoned looking house in the middle of nowhere.
Jeongguk looked at the navigator app and then nodded, “Maybe they do hav—”
Just then, a loud scream erupted from somewhere in the house.
“Nevermind.” Jeongguk shook his head as they all got out hurriedly.
Kyu-won immediately began trying to turn the door knob, “It’s locked.”
Kyung-se tried to open the door, but it didn't work.
“Should we kick it down?” Jimin asked.
Kyung-se nodded, “Call Tae too, we’ll need all of us.”
Jimin turned around to see where his twin had run off to, only to find him running up to them with a thin twig.
“I might have been taught how to pick a lock.” Taehyung admitted, holding up the twig.
Jimin stared at his twin, but moved aside. Kyung-se too wordlessly moved away from the door.
After about four minutes, the door’s lock clicked and it fell open.
And inside, they saw a man on the floor, holding his jaw, Hosu towering above him, glaring at him, and in the corner, their hyung.
Taehyung took one look at the man in the corner and immediately hoisted him up by grabbing his collar.
“What did you do to him?” He asked calmly, shaking the man.
“Nothing.” The man smiled a bloody smile, because of his split lip.
Taehyung punched him. “Why him?” He asked again.
“Because I had an old friend, Sang-w—” This time, Hosu punched him.
Meanwhile, Kyung-se was also towering above the man to keep him intimidated while Jimin and Jeongguk ran to Yoongi and Kyu-won called the ambulance.
“You’re working with him?” Kyung-se questioned crouching down opposite to Taehyung and grabbing the man’s jaw.
“Like I said, we’re old friends.” The man smiled again.
Kyung-se’s gaze bore into him as the boy pulled back his fist and brought it to the man’s nose with a satisfying crack.
The man slumped backwards and eventually fell back. But he was still breathing okay.
The three got up, their knuckles bruised up and made their way towards where Yoongi was.
Taehyung looked at his hyung, the one who’d protected him throughout his childhood, the one who’d carry him on the streets when he was too sick, now lying there, his scar reopened gruesomely, beaten up badly and a small pool of blood beside his torso. He fell to his knees and grabbed his hyung’s hand, it was getting colder by the second.
Just then, the ambulance arrived, the paramedics rushed in and quickly looked at the boy before carefully transferring him to a gurney and loading it into the ambulance.
“Hosu hyung,” Taehyung called out, “You should go with him… I—I don’t th— I don’t think I’ll be okay if I go.”
Hosu patted his shoulder and climbed into the ambulance.
The remaining boys followed the ambulance in Kyung-se’s car.
—
The hours ticked by excruciatingly slowly, at one point, they were all pacing the waiting room so many times that the reception nurse had to come and ask them to sit down.
As time was about to hit the fourth hour mark, the doctor came out from the surgery room.
“Mr.Baek’s family?” The doctor asked, they immediately nodded, “He’s stable.”
Everyone immediately let out sighs of relief.
“We managed to secure his broken ribs, he’s broken four of them, we’ve stitched up both the deep gashes and bandaged the superficial cuts and we had to give him a small amount of blood transfusions. But we believe he’ll be fine.”
They bowed in gratitude.
“Can we see him?” Jimin asked.
The doctor nodded, “He’s awake right now.” And begun leading them to his room.
As soon as the door fell open, Taehyung let out a sob and rushed ahead, “Hyung!”
“Tae-ah?” Yoongi called out, weakly raising his limp hand.
The younger boy nodded through his tears and grabbed his hyung’s hand, fell to his knees next to the bed and buried his face near his hyung’s shoulder, “I was so scared.” He mumbled.
Yoongi turned slightly to face him, brought his other hand up and patted the boy’s hair, “‘M okay.”
“No you’re not.” Hosu said, when his best friend looked at him, he immediately fell forward, “I’m so sorry, Yoongi-ah, I shouldn’t have been so stubborn about going today, maybe if I hadn’t insiste–-”
“You didn’t know, it’s okay.” Yoongi said, trying to smile for his friend and failing as he immediately winced from the pain shooting up out of nowhere.
“Do you need water, hyung?!” Jeongguk asked, noticing the wince.
“O—Or do you need the doctor? Should I go cal—”
“Don’t overwhelm him, kids.” Kyung-se spoke, cutting Kyu-won off.
“We’re only two years younger than you, quiet.” Kyu-won retorted.
“Don’t fight.” Jimin reminded, turning to his hyung, “Is anything hurting?”
Yoongi shook his head and then turned to his dongsaeng who still hadn’t stopped crying, “Tae…” He winced slightly as he sat up.
“Hyung, don’t—”
“I’m fine, Kyung-se-ah.” Yoongi interrupted, managing to give him a small smile, and then he turned to Taehyung and slightly opened his arms.
Taehyung immediately launched himself beside his hyung in the hospital bed, clutching onto him as if he’d disappear.
“Shh, it’s okay, Taehyung-ah, I’m fine, It doesn’t hurt much.” Yoongi spoke, patting his dongsaeng’s head.
“I—I th—thought I’d lo—lose you.” The younger boy sobbed.
Yoongi chuckled slightly, “You’ve thought that many times, Taehyung-ah, has that ever happened?”
The boy only burrowed deeper and then shook his head.
“I’ll be fine, okay?” Yoongi reassured him, slightly rocking the younger boy, who eventually fell asleep.
“Hosu-yah?” Yoongi called out to his best friend, “It wasn’t your fault.”
Hosu mumbled a small ‘okay’ through tears, he moved closer, half-sitting on the bed, and rested his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.” He muttered, closing his eyes. And he too, was asleep within a few minutes.
“I wonder who’d taught Tae to pick locks like that, though.” Jimin spoke after a while, plopping down on one of the plastic chairs beside the hospital bed.
“Well, Hosu taught me and then I taught Tae.” Yoongi answered.
“What for? Because Taehyung hyung’s like… super efficient, he opened that thing in minutes!” Jeongguk exclaimed.
“Sometimes the good restaurants locked up a few of the ‘good’ dumpsters, which had food, because there were risks of racoons and stuff getting into the food and ruining it, but those dumpsters had the least rotten food, so… we learned to pick locks to get food.” Yoongi explained, “It was fun though.”
“What was fun though?” A voice asked from the doorway.
Yoongi looked up, and there stood his hyung, Hoseok, Namjoon and… Su-hye.
“Being criminals, apparently.” Kyu-won snorted.
“SURVIVING.” Yoongi corrected.
“Good, because I sure as hell would not date a criminal.” Su-hye grinned as she walked up to the hospital bed, “I heard you were a damsel in distress in need of saving from your younger brother?”
“I— what—”
“And what’s this? A little cuddle party? So you admit to showing affection?” Su-hye asked, cooing a little as she squished her boyfriend’s face.
“Su-hye.” Yoongi whined slightly, “I’m— I’m injured you can’t do stuff like this.”
“Okay, okay, rest then.” Su-hye spoke, patting his head.
“Thank you.” Yoongi sighed.
Su-hye pinched his cheek, giggled and then sat down on another chair.
“Hyung. hyung. hyung are you okay?!” Hoseok asked.
Yoongi looked around at his two bestest friends in the whole world sleeping on his shoulders, “I dunno, Hobi, what do you think?”
“I brought a book to keep you entertained.” Namjoon said, holding one up.
“Thank you, Joon-ah.” Yoongi smiled slightly and let his eyes close briefly.
Jin simply walked up to them, clicked a picture of the three of them cuddled up together and sent it on the group chat, “You streetrats.” He sighed, shaking his head fondly, “Always together in everything, aren’t you?”
“Yup.” Yoongi nodded, in their sleep, both Hosu and Taehyung stirred and gave slight nods.
“Street rats forever.” Taehyung muttered in his sleep before burrowing closer to his hyung.
“Street rats forever.” Yoongi confirmed, tightening his hold on his brother.