Vigilante Shit

A Taste of Blood

“So,” Yoongi suddenly spoke up. “Hypothetically, if I were to invite you to my party and say I want people to kinda know about us, what would you say?”

Today, Yoongi invited Namjoon to his place for a movie. Namjoon did accept, considering he was free and wasn't willing to waste money to go watch one in a theater. But nothing kept him ready for the gigantic movie theater that occupied one whole floor of the Avengers’ building. Namjoon loved looking, feeling and even dating rich, afterall, he was a weak weak man for handsome, funny, rich, flirty and powerful man who was equally a goner for him. But watching a whole ass theater he convinced Yoongi with kisses on his cheeks to watch a movie in the living room, saying it was more romantic. Namjoon absolutely kept quiet about the fact that big, empty places without people were unbearable to him.

Now, he looked at Yoongi, a sudden giddy feeling coming over him at the sight of his clean shaven boyfriend. At this point, it was sort of rare to see the man without sunglasses and expensive suits so the mere sight of him in a plain white tee was a sight for sore eyes. Well, Namjoon didn't need to know that the price of that tee could buy his whole apartment with its furniture.

“Hypothetically, I would say yes but with a guarantee that people won't be flocking at my workplace or house.”

“Joon-ah.” Yoongi threw his hands in the air. “Move here then! It's big, we'll have privacy, Minji can bring her friends for a sleepover and I wouldn't be dying here thinking how many people look at my boyfriend like a piece of meat.”

“How's that gonna stop people from coming to my workplace?”

“Dude, what the fuck is the point of having a billionaire boyfriend if you still want to keep your job at a fuckass company that wastes your potential?”

“Yeah, and? Use your money to buy you gifts?”

“You—”

“And if you say I'm enough, you'll be losing your balls today. Being a traditional homemaker is great and all, but financial security is very important, Mr. Min.”

Yoongi huffed and leaned back on the couch, grumbling. “Who said anything about being traditional? I have servants.”

“Oh, so you want a younger trophy boyfriend? Sugar baby? But I must say, choosing a single dad over 30 wasn't the best idea to begin with.”

Yoongi just rolled his eyes and pulled Namjoon closer before burying his face in his neck and rubbing it there like crazy, knowing Namjoon's neck was extremely sensitive.

“Hyung, what the fuck,” Namjoon almost screamed while trying to get away but Yoongi's arm was wrapped around his waist in an iron grip. By each protest, his ministrations grew more insistent until Namjoon’s stomach hurt with how much he was laughing.

“Hyung, you brought someone?” Both Namjoon and Yoongi stopped and looked over the couch and over there was, whom Namjoon recognised as, Hulk. Or Jeon whatever his name was.

“Fuck you, Jungkook-ah.”

Oh, Jungkook. That's what his name was.

Namjoon was about to apologize for any inconvenience for the sake of formalities when he saw the guy’s eyes widen a bit before the man was right in front of him in a matter of seconds. His hand was taken by Jungkook who displayed a dazzling smile of his.

“Hey, beautiful, great to see you here. The first time I saw you here screaming the building down, I knew I found the prettiest person ever.”

“He's my fucking boyfriend, you ass—”

“And if this guy wasn't here, I'd have been the one to give you the best date. Very unfortunate, isn't it?”

Namjoon didn't know where to keep his eyes after hearing the corniest thing ever in mankind. And it was awkward; some guy was holding his hand while Yoongi was right beside him. “Right…”