Twisted Devotion(BTS X Hobi)

33~ Jet Set and Messy Mayhem

Authors pov

Three days later, the six brothers were poised for their vacation, dressed in their signature styles that spoke volumes of their refined tastes and authority.

Namjoon wore a sleek, navy blue suit with a perfectly fitted jacket and a silk burgundy tie, exuding a commanding presence. Jin opted for a classic charcoal gray suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and a silver tie that glinted subtly. Yoongi, ever the minimalist, was in a sharp black suit with a slim-cut design, a black tie adding to his understated elegance. Jimin chose a sophisticated dark green suit with a patterned vest underneath, his silk tie matching the suit's shade. Taehyung, known for his bold fashion sense, donned a rich brown suit with a unique vest and a stylish hat that added a touch of drama. Jungkook, with a modern flair, wore a light gray suit with a slim fit and a skinny black tie, complementing his youthful charm.

With a sense of purpose and elegance, they boarded their private jet. The atmosphere was one of focused anticipation; they had meticulously organized their business affairs to ensure their empire would remain intact during their brief absence.

As the jet took off, Yoongi immediately settled into his seat and drifted off to sleep. Some of the brothers continued working virtually, managing their empire from the air, while others enjoyed the view or indulged in snacks. Jungkook, looking out the window as he ate a banana, muttered with a smile, “Here we come, France.”

Back in France, Hoseok was in the backyard of his modest apartment, hanging freshly washed clothes on the line. He hummed a soft tune, enjoying the serenity of the task. Inside, the twins, Noah and Lila, were busy playing with their toys.

As Hoseok picked up a t-shirt to hang it, he suddenly heard commotion from the living room. Dropping the t-shirt into the bucket, he hurried inside. To his dismay, he found Noah and Lila in a heated argument over a bottle of ketchup.

“It’s mine!” Noah screamed.

“No, it’s m-mine!” Lila stuttered, her voice quivering.

Noah’s harsh words cut through the room. “You’re a freak! Just speak normally!”

Lila’s face crumpled as she began to cry, her stuttering worsening under the stress. Hoseok gasped in shock, his heart aching at the cruelty of Noah’s words.

“Stop it right now!” Hoseok intervened sharply, trying to defuse the situation. But in the chaos, the bottle cap broke open, and ketchup spilled everywhere—on Noah, Lila, and Hoseok’s white t-shirt.

The room fell silent as they all looked at the mess. Hoseok’s white t-shirt was now drenched in red. He stared at them, his frustration palpable, and then smacked his lips.

“Wait a minute,” he said, trying to stay calm. He pulled off his stained t-shirt and walked over to the kitchen sink, mumbling as he attempted to remove the ketchup stains.

Hoseok heard small, nervous footsteps approaching. He didn’t turn around but heard the horrified gasps from the twins. Noah, his voice trembling, asked, “Mummy, w-what happened to your back?”

Hoseok flinched, spinning around to face his ketchup-covered children.

“Shit.”