"Hobi!" Seokjin called, tired from flat out running. "Slow down! For fucks sake! Jimin almost died a block ago!"
"Then he dies!" Hoseok screeched, not slowing down from his sprint at all. "Did you two not see the picture Jungkook sent?! What he did to Namjoon and Yoongi?!"
Seokjin groaned and pushed himself to run faster, Taehyung right beside him.
Jungkook had sent a picture to the group chat about fifteen minutes ago, and it had shocked everyone to their very core. They had to get to Yoongi's house and see it for themselves.
Hoseok reached the front door and tugged on the handle, shocked to find it locked.
"What the hell?" He shouted pounding on it. "Jungkook! Open the door! That photo better not be photoshopped! Jungkook!"
Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin caught up to him.
"It's locked?" Taehyung gasped, trying the doorknob as well.
"Fuck it. I'm breaking a window." Hoseok picked up a rock.
"No!" Seokjin grabbed his arm before he could heave it into the glass. "God, Hoseok, why don't you ever think before you speak or act?"
Taehyung pressed his face against the window, peering into Yoongi's empty living room.
It looked normal.
They all crowded around him to look, silent as they tried to catch sight of any people inside.
Smack!
They all jerked back when a body suddenly hit the window so hard it rattled, before sliding down and crumpling in a heap on the carpet with a loud moan.
"Oh my God!" Taehyung stumbled and fell into his ass. "Was that...?"
"It couldn't have been." Seokjin blinked rapidly, trying to reason.
"It was." Jimin breathed, his eyes wide.
They all glanced back at the window.
Impossibly, it had been Yoongi who was thrown against the window.
Dressed in a pink, frilly dress, and stockings.
Hoseok fainted.
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Three hours ago...
"Here's good." Namjoon set his end of the heavy coffee table down on the carpet, a foot away from the couch.
Jungkook lowered his end too, sighing in relief when he could finally let go of the heavy furniture.
"Thanks for your help, Kook." Namjoon smiled at him.
"No problem. It's a nice table and all, but why did you get Yoongi this as a wedding gift?" Jungkook asked. "What happened to the old one?"
"Broke it during sex." Namjoon shrugged. "Threw him on it and it shattered."
Jungkook's eyes went wide as he stared at the older boy. "Huh-"
Namjoon walked into the kitchen to get them some water. "So, Jungkook, I have to ask you something."
"Yeah?" Jungkook waited on his tiptoes, head cocked to the side.
Namjoon faced him. "Will you be my best man?"
Jungkook nearly fell over. "Me?! You want me to be your best man at your wedding?!"
Namjoon grinned. "Of course! You're my best friend, and after all that you've done to save me and Yoongi at the trial, I can't think of a person more deserving of being my best man."
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Virgin Classroom
Fanfiction"Welcome to the Virgin Classroom. My name is Mr. Min, and by the end of this semester, I'll have taken all of your virginities." Yoongi looked at all the five male students enrolled in his elective class. They were all staring at him with wide eyes...
