danger

39: tteokbokki

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"Up you get, sleepyhead."

Damp shoots of grass caressed every inch of Minjun's flesh. He turned his head, to be met with a wet tongue kissing his cheek. The sensation made the boy open his eyes, withdrawing his face away from the grass. He used his painless elbows to prop his torso up, regarding his outfit.

His picnic shorts were darkish brown where they had been wettened by the ground and he wore a flowy, sheer t-shirt. He felt the warmness of socks but could certainly see all thirteen toes squirming against the grass.

Minjun's eyes landed on Seokjin, who sat cross-legged just an arms reach away. He went to sit up entirely and join his friends when a mewl murmured beside him and a lively, cloud-like cat sprang onto his tummy. The boy huffed at the weight but gladly embraced the kitten with a big-hearted grin.

"You've been asleep for some time," Jin snickered. Namjoon, to his right, stroked his knee supportively, "we thought it was time to wake you for some lunch."

"I've been asleep?" Minjun whined, rubbing his fists over his eyes. He saw the other boys appear beside the eldest and the leader, all of them exhibiting charming smiles. Minjun laughed in glee. The squared quilt in front of him contained an oversized basket and a cooler of refreshments.

"Here, boy," Namjoon cooed, placing down a container of cat food near to Minjun's thigh. Molang happily mewled and burrowed his nose inside it before Namjoon delivered another bowl to the grass, "you too, little one."

Minjun followed the man's eye line until he witnessed a dusty-grey kitten slinking out from behind his back. It gazed around with enormous, inquisitive eyes. The cat sang when Namjoon's fingers made contact with its ears, and Minjun's eyebrows could only narrow at the sight.

"Huh-" Minjun reached closer and felt its silky fur, warmed by the sun- "Pororo?"

"We found him, sweetheart," Seokjin stroked the brushed hair atop Minjun's drowsy head, "while you slept." An excited squeal, uncomfortably mixed with an emotional sob, left Minjun as he sheathed his arms around Jin's neck. The two hugged for a moment, then Minjun took Pororo in his lap, hand-feeding the fuzzy boy.

"You must eat too, darling," chirped Jimin, melodiously. He held out his chopsticks, clamped around a mouthful of tteokbokki. Minjun thankfully took the cooked food into his mouth and hummed as it touched his tongue.

He sighed, "It's delicious!"

"Baby-" Minjun gazed towards Hoseok, who held out a dish of mandu-guk to the boy- "try a dumpling." It was to Minjun's fortune that he magically held a pair of cream-yellow chopsticks, immediately leaning over the cat to accept a beef-stuffed dumpling from Hoseok's soup. He displayed a contented grin, acknowledging how gratifying it was. Was it beef, or... it felt like dolphin.

Jungkook gulped his branded bottle of banana milk, basking in the sunshine against Taehyung. The two of them watched Minjun endearingly, fulfilled simpers on their faces. Jungkook held his milk out.

"Have some."

Minjun swallowed down the rest of his dumpling, leaving his chopsticks wherever they managed to vanish to and accepting the bottle from Jungkook. He squinted, tilting his head towards the sun as he took a few sips, "thank you."

"You're welcome, my love."

As Minjun returned the sealed bottle, Pororo vaulted from his lap. He pottered away towards where Molang sunbathed, curling up into the younger cat's abdomen for a nap. The boy admired both of his cats for a moment or two before he looked back to his boys. All seven looked at him with affectionate grins and roseate cheeks. Where were their teeth?

"Your parents called."

"They did?" Minjun glanced at Yoongi.

The arsonist hummed, "they asked when you're going to come home."

"What did you tell them?"

Minjun lifted his hand to his lips, a floral-patterned bottle of plum sake between his fingers that he hadn't noticed before. He took a generous gulp, hazily watching through his eyelashes as Yoongi crawled closer.

Jungkook took ahold of Pororo.

"I told them you'll come home in twenty-five."

"Minutes?" The boy giggled, reaching out to touch Yoongi's face as he progressed closer. Yoongi shook his head. Minjun went to put the sake bottle on the floor but found his hand empty, replacing it on Yoongi's cheek as the man finally came close enough.

"In twenty-five," Yoongi whispered, "Minjun."

Jungkook's hand lashed around abruptly and the disturbing snap made Minjun titter.

Poor Pororo.

Minjun's lips fell against those of the arsonist. Together they conducted a symphony of wet sounds and all Minjun heard was the amplification of clapping coming from behind Yoongi. Or, was it drumming?

Their lips parted, Minjun peering straight through Taehyung's eyes. A moist whirl of pink tissue. It's behind the glass. He retreated to his seat in between Jungkook and Yoongi, apologising bashfully for reaching over the picnic provisions as he had done.

"Are you almost finished?" Namjoon's words made Minjun observe his plate, considering the questions. He looked at the half-eaten gimbap and sauce-smothered thumb and nodded, pushing the dish away from him.

Minjun scooted over and sat in Namjoon's lap, wordlessly watching as the other six paid no mind and continued eating.

His hands roamed their way over Minjun's belly, face already titillating the boy's neck where he issued tens of diminutive pecks. Seokjin aided the duo by leaning forward and taking Minjun's shorts off of him, leaving them bunched by his ankles.

Namjoon left a dozen kisses on the boy's cheek before capturing his lips, tongue immediately roaming the warm, damp cavern. His fingertips made patterns on the goosebumps over Minjun's exposed thighs, gently working his way to the little bulge he could see through the boy's firetruck underwear. 

"I love you," Minjun proclaimed, eyes on all of the boys.

Jimin stood up, cheeks reddened and lips parted in shock. He stared at the boy with bewildered, wide eyes and took ahold of his unopened bottle of liquor.

The hacker dumped an endless stream of soju over Minjun's face, sending the boy flying to the ground in distress. He frantically wiped at his face.

The force made him blackout for a second or two.

When Minjun opened his eyes from the horrible endurance, he glowered up at Hongjoon, Irene and Jaebeom. The trio of leaders that made up the most sinister conspiracy. Irene dumped the metal bucket aside, now void of ice-cold water and successful in waking Minjun from his deep slumber. 

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