Long Ass Ride [vhope]

[1: Innocent]

Hoseok POV

I pull open the door to Namjoon's house, not bothering to knock (because I really don't need to when the door opens itself anyway). Namjoon's house is a dump compared to the rest of our places, but we always hang out here anyway, I suppose it's just the right kind of scenery if all you're going to do is chill and smoke

I walk through the door and my nostrils are immediately greeted with the scent of weed and other substances that are most likely put into Namjoon's body in his free time, I wrinkle my nose at the smell- I don't think I will ever get used to it

"Oh Hobi, glad you made it" Yoongi smiles at me when I get to the basement, entering the room we usually refer to as the 'chilling room'. I don't miss the small glare from Yoongi's boyfriend and I smirk at Jimin playfully- that boy's so possessive.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world" I mutter before crashing on the nearest couch, really not caring that I essentially just sat down on someone's hand with a lot of force.

I hear a small whimper from the boy beside me and I sigh, Taehyung

Before I can snap at the boy for being a wimp, I feel a hard hand on my wrist

"Hey, wanna get your ass off my brother's hand?" Jungkook asks, his voice laced with threat as his tattooed arm holds onto mine

"Of course" I flash him an obviously fake smile before getting up and sitting back down as soon as the little one has removed his injured hand, cradling it in his lap carefully, what a fucking innocent

"H-hey Hoseok" Taehyung stutters and I turn to face him, looking over his un-touched body - no tattoos, no piercings, no scars, there really is nothing interesting about him- so annoyingly innocent.

"Talk to me when you grow up Taehyung" I snap at him and he shuts his mouth suddenly, giving me a look of confusion

"God what is it with you? Just because he doesn't look or act like us, it doesn't mean he's any less of a man. Just be nice to the poor guy" Namjoon states from his seat on the floor, he's leaning against the wall with his boyfriend beside him, and as he says this he casually places his arm around Jin's shoulder, who in turn nuzzles gently into his side. I wince at the sight of them,

"You've all gone so fucking soft since you got boyfriends, look at you!" I shout, throwing my arms in the air.

They may deny it, but it's true. I look around the room for a moment, at each of them. The original four of us are here, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi and I- we're all wearing black while Jimin, Taehyung and Jin wear clothes dyed with pink and various other painful colours. The divide is clear. The four of us have black tattoos that line our arms, dot our faces and pattern our necks, black piercings in our ears, eyebrows and tongues that glint slightly in the dim light.

Namjoon scoffs, "sounds like someone needs some dick if you ask me"

"Or somewhere to put his dick" Yoongi adds and in the corner of my eye I catch Taehyung blushing slightly at their words- innocent

"Yoongi don't say things like that!" Jimin gasps and hits his boyfriend gently, but Yoongi just smirks and pushes his lips to Jimin's ear, whispering out a raspy, "I didn't hear you complaining about my mouth last night kitten"

Namjoon fake gags in the corner and Jin laughs at his quirky boyfriend. I roll my eyes and sigh, turning away from the blushing Jimin to look at Taehyung next to me,

"What about you? Got any dick lately?" I question, not really expecting him to answer

"What? You offering?" he snaps back, before realising what he's said and covering his mouth quickly, shocked at his own words

I quickly hide my surprise at his outburst, smirking back at his panicked face, "Nah babe, I think I'm a bit too much for a little boy like you to handle, but give me a call when you grow up- yeah? It's been a while since I fucked a virgin" I state before I suddenly feel myself getting pulled up by the collar and thrown against the wall. whoops- forgot Jungkook was here for a second.

"If you ever ever lay your filthy hands on my brother then you are dead. Dead. Do you hear that? And trust me, I will personally take pleasure in ripping that micro-dick of yours off of your pathetic body " Jungkook spits, slamming my back hard against the wall, his face so close to mine that I can smell the faint trace of alcohol on his breath, "Got it?" he repeats and I rasp out a yes before he lets go of me and I fall to the floor, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

I glance up at Taehyung, seeing him cowering away in fear, hiding behind a pillow with only his eyes peaking over the top. But still, he's watching me, and even as Jungkook playfully ruffles his hair and sits down next to him, his eyes never leave mine.

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