𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝟐𝟏+. 【ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔｓ ｏｐｅｎ】

𝙑𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙐𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙊. "40𝙨 𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎" ▸ 𝙈𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄.

(!CW! drinking, mentions of abuse, human trafficking, rap3, prostitution, and drugs,
insemination)

"get all the motherfucking bottles you can, jeon," yoongi said through the phone to jungkook, smirking at namjoon. jeongguk hung up and joon held out his hand to dap yoongi up, sly grins plastered on both their faces. "we bouta get shitfaced tonight," yoongi said coyly.

namjoon sat back down. "shit, i can already smell the fucking hangovers. aye, while you're at it, who's bringing the bitches? i'm tryna get some tonight," namjoon said, grabbing at his lower region.

yoongi sucked his teeth. "you know as soon as i said bottles jeon was thinking bitches" the two shared a laugh at yoongi's comment. "the hotel's gonna be packed, joon, i'm telling you."

namjoon looked at the time. another three hours until the shipment was scheduled to come, and the rest of the boys would arrive soon after. jeongguk worked closely with the distribution companies affiliated with the hotel, and yoongi never regrets the day he took him on board. with his connects, jeon could get almost anything and everything for the hotel. he just got it like that.

yoongi headed toward his quarters, punching in the code to his personal wing and walking down the corridor to his office. he plopped down in his chair and leaned back, drawing in a breath. man, why'd i let him talk me into this, ____?" he questioned, looking up at the sky as if you could hear him better. the party scene was more of the maknae's cup pf tea, but with yoongi being the gullible big brother he is, he can't even remember how many of these shenanigans those three have talked him into. "maybe i'm just getting old," his last word was sprinkled with disgust, a slight grimace on his face. "maybe it's time for me to let this go, you know, leave it to one of the youngins' that can-" a sharp gust of wind cut his words off, fluttering his french windows open farther than they were. this startled him a moment; it was a crisp, clear summer day and there wasn't as much as a breeze earlier. looks like that's a no, huh ____? he thought, a small smile creeping on his face. "oh, what i'd do to see you again."

"you got me working like a dog, yoongi! don't you have staff for this?" jimin complained, a whiny mess. "my back hurts."

yoongi scoffed. "stop using my own verbal weapons against me. ever since you got here all you've done is bitch and moan. hey, the brown and the clear are supposed to be separated! move," he pushed jimin out the way, stocking the shelves how he wanted them.

jimin moved over to taehyung, grinning. "i did that on purpose," he said, him and tae snickering together.

"cut it out!" yoongi shouted over his shoulder, grabbing the last few carts off the dolly. "namjoon, did you see if housekeeping got the rooms together?"

namjoon looked up at yoongi from his seat. "yeah, that was a little while ago."

"and is remy available? we need him and jihoon at the door tonight." yoongi said quickly, moving things around. running a luxury hotel -- well, three of them, in two different countries -- was not easy work.

"already got 'em. and i called for more kitchen staff. so at least they get some overtime." namjoon checked his phone."social media's in order, too. see, yoong? nothing to worry about. we got you."

the lobby was filling up much quicker than expected. people of all shapes, sizes, races, creeds, and colours painted the lower level, and it filled yoongi with extravagant pride. he watched from the top of the staircase how everyone mingled easily, and decided to go down and greet some folks. he was the owner, of course.  before he could even get to the end of the stairs, he was bombarded by people. he could see some security make their way through the crowd to assist him, but he waved them off. he didn't want to seem like a condescending prick, especially in front of loyal, paying guests. so, he got to all the people he could before he spotted jeongguk a few paces away.  "jeon, care to speak?" yoongi taunted, holding his hand out to dap his brother up. of course, he had to free said hand from another woman's waist ... but greeted him nonetheless. "this is the fastest you've ever worked for me, what did you say to those people?"  jeongguk smirked. "well you know they don't call me mister magician for nothing. you know i got a few tricks up my sleeve."  yoongi could not hold his laughter. "boy, you know damn well that absolutely no one calls you that!" he was almost doubled over at his corny comment said with such conviction and steeze. "don't try to show out in front of the females. speaking of, ladies," yoongi looked at the array of girls behind and around jeongguk, his harem for the night. clearly his type wasn't strict, but just by looking at them anyone could tell they didn't need half the makeup they flawlessly applied.