Death Drive

xviii. Sex

At Jin's beckoning, the boys agreed to return home—aside from Yoongi and Hoseok, who were dismayed that their time together could potentially be cut short.

"I won't do it," Yoongi said at dinner when the suggestion was mentioned by Jungkook.

"Why not?" Jungkook asked, judgmentally, "This isn't exactly about you. It's about Jin..."

"I'm sorry if it comes off as selfish," Yoongi replied feeling alienated, "But I'm staying here. If Hoseok goes home, he is getting arrested. I don't want that to happen too soon."

"Yoongi—" Hoseok attempted to interrupt, but to no avail.

"No, Hoseok," Yoongi dictated, "I don't want to cut my time with you short."

"You'd rater cut short your time with Jin then?" Jungkook taunted disapprovingly.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," Yoongi retorted, "I wouldn't see Jin back home anyways. The only reason he wants to leave is so that he can spend time with his family. If I went home, I wouldn't intrude on that, because I am not the least bit selfish."

"What are you trying to say?" Jungkook provoked.

"I'm saying exactly what you think I'm saying. And I'm not going home."

"Fine," Jungkook subsided annoyedly, "What about you, Hoseok?" He said, diverting his attention to the tall brunette sitting uncomfortably at the far end of the kitchen table.

"I mean, I owe it to Jin to go home with him. He saved my life, after all. But, I wouldn't be able to thank him from prison," Hoseok mumbled.

"So you aren't going either then?" Jungkook inferred as Hoseok nodded in confirmation.
"Fine," Jungkook snapped, "But I'm very disappointed in the both of you."

"Oh, quiet," interjected Jin, who had been sitting idly by, beside Jungkook, "They have enough of a good reason to stay here," he said, tugging on Jungkook's sleeve, "You two should stay," Jin smiled at Yoongi and Hoseok, "It's the right choice."

"What do you mea—" Jungkook interrupted before being cut off by Jin, who looked frustrated.

"Enough, Jungkook," Jin commanded, "For Christ's sake, enough. I'm so tired of all of this drama. I just want to go home."

"Fine," Jungkook settled defensively, taken aback.

"Thank you," Jin said, ever the motherly figure that he was, "Now, what should we do with the rest of our evening?"

"Pack, probably," Jimin giggled, stating the obvious, "I mean, that's what I'm gonna do."

"Loser," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, as he felt a quick kick to the shin, administered by Jimin, who sat, pouting, across from him.

Taehyung winced with pain.

"Packing is only going to take an hour or so," Jin laughed dismissively, "What else is there to do?"

"I know what I want to do afterwards," Taehyung ventured, tracing the tip of his shoe up Jimin's leg underneath the table, and eventually to his thigh.

"Okay," Jin gagged as Jimin began to rouge, "Nasty. Anything we can do together?"

Swiftly, Taehyung peered over at Jin from the corner of his eye. They made eye contact, and Taehyung winked.
"I meann..." Taehyung trailed on suggestively.

"No!" Jin gasped, "What's gotten into you today? I just want to have a wholesome and friendly, G-rated dinner, and this is the outcome I get?"