𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄(𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒)

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦

We were all sitting on a couch that was probably the softest thing I've ever touched. It was big, forming a U shape and had huge pillows all around it, yet still having enough room to sit on.

Jungkook was busy cuddling one pillow while Taehyung was resting his head on the pillows that were provided.

I, on the other hand, was more worried about the new situation we were in. Jin might be fond of our presence but it is pretty clear that his husband wasn't. They were in the other room, screaming at each other so loudly that even we could hear it through the thick walls.

"This is idiotic." Taehyung's voice suddenly broke the silence. "What is?" I asked.

"You know what I'm talking about. This entire scene going on here. It's obvious that the naked guy isn't happy to see us. So what's stopping us from leaving." Taehyung grumbled, getting up and crossing his arms.

Jungkook lied back, covered in pillows.

"Well first of all we don't have transport to take us back." Jungkook states.

"We walk." Taehyung answers back.

"Second of all it would be extremely rude."

"Rude is my generic mood."

"Also, I really like the thought of living with Jin. He seems nice and is clearly fond of us. And if we stay here we might just get our other dad to feel the same."

"He isn't our dad. None of them are! Don't you get it?!" Taehyung lost it for a second. I got up and placed my hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing it to comfort him. Reassuring him that I'll be with him through all of this.

"Taehyung, are you really willing to go back to the streets just to keep your pride intact?" I asked him, only to be answered by silence.

I sighed, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the couch. "Just relax." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah." He responded.

Suddenly a man walked in. He was dressed in a tux, wearing white gloves and a suiting neck tie. His hair was slicked to the side, but still looked natural. His skin was clear, as if pores didn't exist to him. And the feature that stood out the most was his welcoming smile.

"Hello, sirs." He greeted. His voice wasn't as deep as I had thought. "Hello, sir. To who do we owe the pleasure?" I asked. He smiled, walking up to us and removing his glove. He extended his hand, wanting to shake mine.

"My name is Jung Hoseok. The head butler of this estate." He greeted. Jungkook gasped, getting up and observing the man.

"I thought you were the President." Jungkook gawked at him. Mr Hoseok laughed, his laugh causing me and Jungkook to start chuckling as well.

"Quite the contagious laugh you got there, Jung Hoseok." Taehyung bluntly said, his dull eyes meeting Mr Hoseok's bright ones.

"If it were that contagious I would've seen a smile on that face of yours too." Mr Hoseok said.

Taehyung hummed.

"Yeah well you'd have to be a real Trevor Noah to make me laugh." Taehyung rolled his eyes. Hoseok's smile slightly dropped, causing me to literally panic inside.

"He means no disrespect Mr Hoseok. Please forgive him. He's just rude by nature. At this point he can't help it." I pleaded and to my surprise he just laughed it off.

"You're all so refreshing. I'm glad you're here." He bowed.

Another bow?

Jin and his husband came walking in, this time the other was fully clothed in a loose white shirt that was slightly exposing his chest and black pants that were clutching on his waist.

He was wearing a chanel belt and he smelled like pine.

Rich people are insane.

"Kids-"

"I'm not a kid." Taehyung mumbled softly.

"-this is Kim Namjoon. My husband." Jin said, wrapping his arm around Mr Namjoon's waist. "And we have come to an agreement."

"Oh. What is it, Jin?" Jungkook asked, buried in pillows again.

Jin sighed. "We are going to be taking care of you for 6 whole months. And if my idiot husband can't come to an understanding we'll...have to let you guys go." Jin scrathed his head.

"What?" Jungkook asked, his face showing how shocked he is.

I suddenly heard Taehyung start laughing beside me. His eyes were still deeply narrowed, but his smile was wide.

"How fucking typical-"

"Taehyung!" I scolded.

"Quiet Jimin. Let me say what I have to say." He smiled at me. I watched him get up off of the couch and stride towards Jin and Mr Namjoon.

"So that's what this is. This is some experiment to see if you actually want children. You two aren't even considering us, are you? You're just gonna watch if you can handle the pressure of parenting or not." Taehyung's eye twitched, brewing with anger.

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to?" Namjoon said in a matter than seemed like he was growling, his eyes staring down at Taehyung as if he were some insect. Taehyung laughed, covering his eyes while his deep chuckles were still escaping his lips.

"I can't believe it. I'm busy talking to two demented businessmen who pick kids off of streets for their own personal gain, just to dump them back." Taehyung said, his laughter stopping and his eyes looking more dull then they were before.

"Lowlifes." He growled, pushing past Jin and Mr Namjoon and walking out the door.

"Tae!" Jungkook yelled, running past all the adults. I quickly bowed, running to go get my friends.

Before I ran out I could hear Jin start talking.

"I can't believe you'd force me to do something like this. To kids." Jin said, sounding defeated.

Namjoon sighed.

"Baby-"

"I'm not your fucking baby. Not that you want one anyway." Jin teared up, but wiped them before they could fall.

My heart sunk, but I had to go get my friends. So I ran thought the door and shut it quietly.

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