• Hedonists •

5. Results for the time and pleasure

"I don't know what the fuck they did to me, but now, I feel like I work more than I should," Yoongi grumbles, setting the briefcase on a table.

"When you enjoy what you do, it's faster than it looks and more effective too" Hoseok explains simply. "Not to mention that" swings his legs up onto the divan by the window, receiving natural light. "Those who are gone, have graduated and right now have phenomenal jobs. Following the same philosophy."

"It's very cheater," opines Taehyung lighting a cigarette and releasing smoke after a puff. "Too perverse. Enabling so much prostitution and homosexualism."

"That's why it's a secret." justifies Hoseok smiling.

Namjoon, Jin and Jimin arrive last. Jungkook chases the shortest one with his eyes, wondering if he has any particular relationship with Namjoon. After all, it's not the first time they've arrived together, nor the first time he notices them so intimate in the way they look at each other and smile. He decides to go back to his book and not get anxious about it.

He stifles a cry and barely averts his gaze, having Jimin with his head resting on his thigh, reading a novel. "Jungkook, don't forget to give me the list of what you need. Wooyoung will go to town to buy it."

"It's in my backpack."

Jimin turns and presses his cheek on Jungkook's thigh, pouting.

"And you didn't go looking for me to give it to me."

"W-we were going to meet here."

"Excuses. You know you can look me up for anything."

Jungkook hides his face in the book and Jimin laughs, pretending not to see his member rise a little under his pants. Jungkook is very cute. Hoseok and Taehyung study together; Namjoon and Jin talk about something or other and Yoongi is busy practicing a piece he composed the previous evening, with more liquor than blood in his body.

But with which he got the best grade when it was time to hand it in. He just has to know how to perform it in his next class.

~ * * * ~

Carrying some documents, Yoongi stays in Namjoon's office for a while. Talking with him and Jin. He comes back in the early morning and now it's the three of them smoking and drinking in the second room attached to the office. Where there is a fireplace, a long divan, a couple of furniture and the table where they put the two already empty liquor bottles.

"Were you running away from something?"

"From church. I fucked a fucking nun."

Jin can't resist laughing through his nose, almost dropping the glass with whiskey. Namjoon shakes his head, looking at Yoongi disapprovingly; he just takes a puff of the cigarette and leans back on the couch, creating smoke circles for the sheer fun of it.

"I intended to devote myself to the priesthood. Shut my mother up for once. My brother is in the military, my sister married; they do nothing for our parents, so I had to do it according to them. My choices were medicine or rubbing the priests' balls," he lifts the cigar to his lips again. "At least with that I didn't spend money and I don't have to see blood."

"Aw Yoongi, you're going to make me cry. You as a father? Or as a monk? Please." mocks Jin finishing his glass. Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

"Maybe that nun and what happened was a sign."

"What happened to her?"

"She swore she was possessed. They performed an exorcism on her and she's still going on as usual." Yoongi recounts without giving it a thought.

"Wow. That's pretty wild."

"Anyway..."

Namjoon stands up and with the same fingers holding the cigar, lifts Yoongi's chin. He leans towards him and keeping a straight posture. His sharp and always analytical eyes now with a mysterious air, locked on Yoongi's sleepy but shrewd eyes. Yoongi shivers, bristling at Namjoon's gentle touch. The scent of cigar, ink and wine always on him and making him feel like an animal capable of sensing it.

"It's fortunate that you didn't choose such a restrictive path" Namjoon opines softly, vibrating in his throat. Yoongi lets his cigar slowly consume, too intent on Namjoon to smoke. "Considering you're such an exceptional musician, a straight life full of rules doesn't suit you."

Yoongi shivers when Namjoon stops playing it and Jin raises an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

"It would have been pitiful. There's a lot you have to touch to make your existence meaningful" Namjoon takes a puff and releases the smoke into Yoongi's face. "And if you achieve your full potential, you'll never lack for food or fame. I may not even make it out of your life."

Namjoon throws the cigarette butt into the fireplace and quietly walks away. Jin approaches Yoongi, who is startled by the sudden contact.

"I admit I'm interested to know how you played with the little nun..." Jin moves closer to Yoongi's ear. "And how much mischief can be in such a small body."

Yoongi thought Jin would kiss him or bite him. However, the man did nothing of the sort. Stands up, leaving the glass with the whiskey on the table and walks away in the same silence. Yoongi throws the cigarette butt on the floor and runs a hand over his face, anxious and obnubilated by his companions.

. . .

Jin pulls his hands away to help him remove his tie. Namjoon lifts his head for more slack.

"The straightness of your family name doesn't allow you more?" Jin jokes. The words slide past his lips like cigar smoke. "Bringing a raw musician home to set the somber, lonely corridors." Namjoon grabs him by the wrist and pulls him a little closer. His jaw tenses looking squarer. Jin bites his lower lip.

"Because of my last name, I shouldn't be allowed anything" Namjoon clarifies simply," but it's the same last name that made me gluttonous and now" he twists his hand to turn it. "I want all how much I can take."

Jin blushes at the kiss on his wrist. Soft and almost nonexistent. Namjoon is quite the case. She always surprises him.

~ * * * ~

"Namjoon is worse off than me. He's a third son who now has to carry everything because his older brothers died, his sisters are barely getting married and his family name depends on him. His mother even went to Korea because of the sadness of her deceased husband and Namjoon supports her from here" relates Jimin lighting the cigarette with Jungkook's cigar. He releases smoke to the right. "Fortunately, his charisma keeps him in high esteem from everyone."

"I'm not surprised. Anyone who listens to him will follow him to death." says Taehyung and Jimin nods in agreement. The three of them on the balcony of Jimin's room. His bedroom is huge.

"And you are his boyfriend or something?"

Jimin chokes on the smoke and laughs, shaking his hand.

"Not at all. I'm just his adorable companion. He enjoys having me around" he explains shaking his hand. "He couldn't afford me either. He needs a wife. At some point he'll get one-"

"She won't be prettier and lovelier than you. There's no woman in this country or any other who is."

Jimin tilts his head, curious at Jungkook's blunt and direct response. He lets out a huge fume and looks up at the cloudy sky. He assumes that everyone in this group is the same: single, hopelessly gay and overwhelmingly eager to consume each other regardless of the conditions they carry.