The Kim Family Tetralogy

1

"AAAAAARRRGH!" Jungkook sat down on his heels, cradling his head, as soon as the door closed behind them, shutting out all the reporters and photographers clicking, shooting, and shouting to get a comment.
About something that didn't even matter!
What difference did it make who he fucked? He'd still won an olympic gold medal for the best fucking decathlon of his life, two days ago! And Hobi had fucking slayed in pole vaulting!
Bastards.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" he growled "I can't fucking believe! This shit?! Again?!" he stood up glaring around him, "Where's Tae?" he got his phone out, "I need to warn him." he called Tae, getting a busy signal and then a text, 'I saw.' it said, 'They're already here. On the phone with your mom.'
"Fuck."
Coach was on the phone, "We need to get you two out of here," he motioned to Hobi and Jungkook to follow him.
"And go where?" Jungkook hissed, "They're already pestering Tae at home," he whipped his head around to Hobi, "Warn Yoongi." he said, "I'll call Namjoon." knowing it would be practically impossible to get a hold of Jin.
"Mr Kim says to join him at his office." Coach showed with his eyes, letting Jungkook understand he was talking to him.
"Is that him?" Jungkook asked, getting a nod, reaching for Coach's phone at the same time as Namjoon answered, "Namjoon," he said taking Coach's phone, "Get out of the house, get Jin and go to Mr Kim's office." Jungkook said.
"Yes." Namjoon answered, "I saw." he said and hung up.
"Mr Kim," Jungkook continued, "You need to help me get Tae out of the house, they're already there."
"I'll call the police, and have one of our security guards pick him up and bring him here. I'll keep him safe. Don't talk to anyone and just worry about yourselves. I'll have a security gard come pick the three of you up as well." he hung up.
Jungkook texted Tae 'Mr Kim is sending the cops and a security guard to come pick you up. Don't engage with the reporters. Close the curtains, lock the door, stay safe. I love you and I'll see you soon.'
Hobi had warned his parents and everyone else in the meantime and was talking to his sister, Jungkook understood.
"Noona, stay there, please! I love you, but you don't have to come home, we've got this! I swear! Just be prepared for, you know, reporters." he quieted, "Yes, of course, tell him I said hi. I love you. Talk to you soon. Bye."
They looked at eachother. Stern. Serious. Still.
Hobi suddenly came to life, "Team Dick for the win!" he grinned, holding up his hand for a high five.
Jungkook guffawed and slapped it, hard, "All about the dick!" he jokingly agreed, making a little victory dance.
"Guys," Coach said, "I'm really proud of you, Team Dick!" he giggled, "It's not everyday two olympic gold medalists come out at a press conference, after all! But I'm sorry you didn't get to chose the when and the why." he shook his head, "Just know, that winning a gold at the olympics is the stuff of legends, you are both Gods in my book. You've done what no one in this country has ever done."
"Well..." Hobi said. People had after all won gold medals at the olympics before, just in different disciplines.
"You know what I mean!" Coach scolded, "My point is, your winnings should be the focus, because it's amazing what you've done! But knowing how the world works? You being gay may take the center stage instead, I'm afraid."
"Yeah," Jungkook sighed, feeling incredibly tired again, the adreanaline had made him forget how exhausted he really was for a second, "Apparently who we love and fuck are more important than what we do and achieve. However great that achievement may be. It's fucking annoying, is what it is!"
They all silenced.
"Did you get a hold of Jimin?" Jungkook asked, more somber.
Hobi shook his head, "His phone died, but he was with Yoongi so, they're good. And out the door." he smiled.

The sound of a key in a door was suddenly heard and the three of them turned their heads, they hadn't realised the room had another entrance behind a pile of some stackable chairs, "Hey," a head of hair said, "don't freak out, I'm not a reporter, I work for the hotel!" a young woman appeared, holding up her work ID, "We just figured you might want to get out of here without being chased to death?" she smiled.
"Thank you!" Coach stated, firmly.
"Don't mention it. They're hyenas." she shivered, and let them out through a personnel corridor.
She lead them through the hotel, very efficently, and without them being seen, down to the garage.
"Wait here." she told them, and disappeared for at least ten minutes.
Jungkook had almost begun climbing the walls by the time she returned with three blankets and some good news, "Your ride is here, but there's a like a million photographers outside so you'll have to stay hidden on the floor in the backseat. Which means one of you is gonna have to hitch a ride with me."
"That'll be me." Coach put up his hand.
"Okidoki." she said, "Let's go!"

"Congratulations on your gold medals," the kind hotelier lady said as they were leaving, "we're all very proud of your achievements. Excellent work, Mr Jung. Mr Jeon." she bowed at them.
"Thank you." they both said, sincerely, taking cover under a couple of blankets in the back of a car, sitting on the floor, legs intertwined, trying to fit their muscular, but dead tired, aching, bodies in there.
Coach was under a blanket in her car, having the floor all to himself.
Lucky bastard.
But he was a big man and not so, very, limber anymore, he needed it.
"Imma sleep for a month." Jungkook muttered as he pulled the blanket over him.
"Hey!" Hobi kicked him, "Not yet, bunny boy! We'll never get you out of here if you fall asleep now! Stay awake!"
"Fine." Jungkook moped, pinching himself. Repeatedly. What a lovely, lovely, lovely time he was having!

"Do you think this is how popstars have it?" Hobi wondered as they were leaving the garage, making Jungkook almost choke on his own spit from laughing so hard.
"Shush." the driver said, making them laugh even more, trying not to laugh.
The car slowed and as it went over some bumps and Hobi and Jungkook could hear the press and the cameras.
Jungkook had all the trouble in the world not pulling the blanket down and stick his tongue out or moon them or something.
What did he do to deserve this?
You know, besides winning an olympic gold medal and having had sex with his boyfriend at a hotel years ago, getting caught on film and becoming pornstars unbeknownst to both him and Taehyung?
It was so fucking unfair!
Their business was their business!
He growled deep in his chest.
He fucking hated that people had sullied their love.
Assholes!
He really was losing it.
He clasped his hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming in anger or laughing out loud or if he was breaking apart? His whatever turned to sobs. He was so fucking tired!

"You can talk now." the driver told them, "But stay hidden!"
"You know, I did see a more elaborate coming back home scenario in my mind, I must admit." Hobi said deadpanned, "Some sort of victory parade and definitely a limousine!" he couldn't hold in his laughter any more and exploded.
"Ah, the glamour!" Jungkook cried out, "Seated on the floor under a filthy blanket!"
"Seated?" Hobi shrieked, "More like cramped up like freaking sardines!" he tried to get more comfortable and squirmed around on the floor.
"Uumph." Jungkook groaned when Hobi's calf came uncomfortably close to Jungkook's balls.
"I love you, Jungkook, but if you get a boner right now, our friendship is over!" Hobi threatened.
"Sthap! I'm dying!" Jungkook wheezed, as his laughing began anew.
"I mean, I might be gay but, hell! Where are the lightly clad young ladies, the champange and illicit drugs?!" Hobi wondered, "I've been lied to my whole life!" he shook his head, "If this is the popstar-experience, having to fondle your friend's junk in the back of car, hiding from the press? No, thank you." he continued, doing a hell of a job containing his laughter.
"W-hin t-he ho-lympics, they said, h-it'll b-he f-hun, they said!" Jungkook pressed out between bursts of laugher, making even the driver laugh.