Min, the Mad King

Chapter 8

"You fucking bit me. When Jungkook sees this, I'm going to die, and I hate to tell you, but I'm taking your ass down with me." Jimin was furious, "that fucking hurt too." 

"Well, excuse me for covering for us and implementing your damn plan. I didn't want to suck your cock, you asshole, but you weren't acting like I was doing something, so I bit you. You groaned like you had just finished, and our cover was secure."

Jin and Joon snickered behind the two bickering men in front of them. They were used to Tae and his antics, but seeing other people get so flustered by them was nothing if not entertaining. "If Jimin wasn't already in love and Tae wasn't obsessed with Hobi, they'd be great together. There's so much sexual tension between them."

"They'd kill each other," Namjoon scoffed. "It would be a disaster."

"We can hear you," Tae yelled back at his older brothers. While they weren't exactly wrong, he'd never do that to his Hobi, nor is he about that mistress' life. He'd make a fantastic kept mistress, but he'd never willingly come between partners. "Sorry about that; they are ridiculous."

Jimin looked at Tae like he was crazy because he absolutely, without any doubt in his mind, was. Taehyung was bat-shit crazy, and it seemed like he had no idea. "That's what you are sorry about? Not that fact that you fucking bit me, like 3 inches from my fucking cock. If I leaned a little to the left, you would have bitten my fucking dick."

Tae face palmed, "Jimin, I mean this in the nicest way possible, and I'm not hitting on you. But you are packing, like, big time. I could see the massive outline in your pants, so I chose the side I did to bite. It was the furthest away from that monster in your pants, and if I weren't convinced that Hobi's is just as big, I'd be trying to convince Jungkook to break up with you." 

Jimin started smacking Tae as he chased him around the road back to the palace, "I'm going to kill you, stop running with your long ass legs."

"I said it nicely; why can't you be nice in return?" He screamed back as he dodged another attempt of Jimin trying to trip him.

"We should stop this before one gets hurt," Jin sighed. "You get the little one; I'll deal with Tae." 

So that's how Joon found himself with a very pissed-off Jimin thrown over his shoulder and Jin with their youngest brother in a headlock as he dragged him along behind the two.

Hobi was waiting for them, "what's going on here?" He was grinning at how pissed off Jimin looked.

"Your future fucking husband is going to die by my hand; that's what is going on here. But this fucking tree won't put me down and let his brother die with honor."

Hobi frowned, "he is not my future husband, Jimin."

Tae wrestled his way out of Jin's hold, his curly hair all over the place and his clothes wrinkled and askew. "I most certainly am, just you wait. You will fall to my charms; I know it."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Hobi muttered as he rolled his eyes. "Jimin, Jungkook is waiting on you. He stayed out here for as long as possible but was exhausted."

"Put me down, you big brute," Jimin said each word with a smack to Joon's back.

"Are you going to behave and not try to murder my little brother anymore?" Joon, unlike Jin, didn't think this was that entertaining. Yes, it was funny, but it was also bothersome.

He sagged against the bigger man's shoulder, "for today he is safe, but tomorrow I make no promises."

Joon looked back at Jin, who shrugged a bit. "It works for me, and Jungkook may be the one to kill Tae, so who knows?"