The Kim Family Tetralogy

17

"I have nothing to wear." Taehyung whined as they were getting dressed for tonight's event.
"Sheah." Jungkook snorted, "Let me present exhibit A to the court," he opened the wardrobe, "as everyone, with eyes, can clearly see, my man, who has nothing to wear, takes up the whole fucking wardrobe with his non-wearble clothes," he ran his hand along Taehung's many, many, outfits, "whereas I, fully clad consort, have three measly hangers at my disposal." he motioned to said part of the garments at hand.
"But none of these are what I'm going for tonight." Tae pouted.
"What are you going for?"
"Best dressed man in the northen hemisphere?"
"Unbelievable!" Jungkook threw his hands in the air and sat down on the bed, "Couldn't you just settle for Sex God?" he whined, "'Cause then you could wear pretty much anything in there? Oo," he got up and plucked a suit out, "like this one? I really like this one." he nodded. It was the blue three piece he'd worn at the Mount Olympus Celebration.
"It's blue."
"And?"
"Black tie tonight." he shrugged.
"Then just wear your fucking tux, like I am!" Jungkook yelled.
"Yeees," Tae nodded, "but which one of my tuxes?" he pulled three seperate outfits from the depths and hanged them side by side.
"You're on your own." Jungkook hissed and got up to leave.
"Kiss!" Tae whined, pointing at his lips.
"Fine." Jungkook bit out and pulled Tae against him and dipped him backwards as he kissed his naked man, thoroughly.
"Mmmng." Tae moaned, clinging on to Jungkook, "My ass is still sore." he sighed.
"Mine too." Jungkook said, and raised them up, "We're gonna have to get creative tonight, then..." he winked.
"Heh." Tae got an idea.
"What?"
"I'll let you know." he waved him off.
"Unbelievable." Jungkook groaned and stalked off.

"OMG, Hoseok!" Minho pressed out, with difficulty, since an axe of love, admiration and desire had just lodged itself in his chest, "You look, beautiful." he sighed and streched his hands out for Hobi to take.
Which he did.
"Minho," Hobi stuttered, "I," he shook his head, "it should be fucking illegal to be this attractive!" he let one of his hands show what he meant by slowly lowering it from head to toe in front of Minho.
He felt his want start to rise from his feet up, "Kiss me." he pleaded and drew Minho towards him, winding their arms around himself holding their hands on the small of his back, getting weak in the knees as their lips met.
"I am, without a doubt," Minho whispered, "the most fortunate man in the entire universe."
"No," Hobi smiled, "I am." he took his phone out and chose a soft song that began to play, "Dance with me, just one dance, you and me, before we have to behave?"
"Oh, Hoseok," Minho sighed, and pulled him against him, finding his lips again, "to move with you, to hold you in my arms, I," he lost his train of thought and just kissed Hobi again, "I'm so in love with you." he gasped.
"And that's a good thing," Hobi smiled, "because I'm so in love with you, too." he pulled Minho's head down for another kiss, swaying to the music.

"Jimin's here!" Jungkook shouted.
"Coming!" Tae answered, having finally decided on a tux. He chose the one that was slightly more form fitted than the others, and had a longer jacket, making him look positively rakish.
Actually, if he was totally honest with himself, he looked like a complete scoundrel from the beginning of last century.
He was very pleased with how tonights outfit came together in the end.
Very pleased.

"OMG." Jungkook almost passed out when Taehyung, finally, appeared. He sprang up from the couch and forcefully pulled Tae against himself, cupping his ass with his hands, pressing Tae's groin against his as he, feverishly, kissed him.
"You know," Jimin started, "I'd forgotten how totally fucking third-wheeling one is around the two of you..."
"Sorry Jimin." Tae said, smiling, leaning his forehead against Jungkook's for a second before walking over to his friend and giving him a hug.
He held Jimin out in front of him, looking him over, "Have you lost weight?" he asked, worried.
"Gained weight, actually." Jimin answered, "It's all the bloody lifting." he groaned.
"Oo," Jungkook crooned, "Jimin's gonna get ripped!"
"Yeah, well," Jimin righted his coat, "still a long way to go before I turn out like some muscle monsters I know."
"That'll be the day." Jungkook snorted.
"I don't know," Jimin looked him over, "am I not detecting a bit of a softer jawline? And rounder cheeks?"
"No way!" Jungkook lept over to the hallway mirror.
"He's just teasing you, baby!" Tae laughed.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." Jimin said, loftily.
He wasn't actually, Jungkook really did look softer to Jimin than the last time he'd seen him, but, that was just after the Olympics and, yeah, he'd spent it all on the gold. Obviously.
But, he wasn't above giving him a hard time about it.
He wasn't a complete idiot. He knew fully well Jungkook hadn't forgiven him yet, for what he did to Hobi. He hadn't forgiven himself! But, it couldn't be undone and he'd just have to live with it.
Be, less self-destructive.
Place some frecken value on himself.
Which was easier said than done.
But he would die trying.