"The song is actually called Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkookie and Taehyung. How original." Jungkook said sourly as the four men made their way into the market place of Sonorado. Practicing the little song-and-dance routine that Hoseok and Taehyung had orchestrated had not made the youngest boy anymore of a fan of the idea. He was already gawked at enough by the wealthy when he came to the marketplace; he didn't need to sing and dance to feel like a circus monkey. Yet, here he was, imagining the sound of gold and silver jingling in his pockets for incentive not to turn around and go home.
"Yeah, it's kind of a mouthful, to be honest." Jimin said. He wasn't exactly thrilled about performing for money, either, but the thought of doing something other than stealing or hiding for once was enticing.
"Like you have a better title." Taehyung sighed, his chapped lips pouting slightly. Sighing, Hoseok wrapped his arms around Taehyung's shoulders in encouragement.
"The title doesn't matter. The song does, and it's great. People are gonna love it." Hoseok reassured the younger boy. Jimin and Jungkook instantly felt guilty for upsetting Taehyung, especially knowing how sensitive he was. That was only another reason they admired Hoseok, however. He always seemed to know the right thing to say. "Look. There." He pointed, running to a semi-vacant spot on the street. He gently picked up a stray chicken and moved it out of the way, before waving over the boys. "It's perfect. This is the sweet spot."
The other three walked over to where Hoseok stood, anticipation for what they were about to do building rapidly. Hoseok took the hat off of his head and tossed it into the dirt a few feet in front of them.
"Oh, we're starting right now? Like, right this second?" Jimin asked, biting his lip nervously. Taehyung smirked at him, stretching his arms a little.
"Yep. Less time for you to chicken out." He teased, and Jimin slapped his shoulder sourly.
"Let's just get this over with." Jungkook sighed, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. Hoseok grinned and ruffled the younger boy's hair, laughing as Jungkook fixed it with a scowl.
"Alright, boys. Let's keep the tempo clean and the harmonies tight. Street rats on three." Hoseok pulled them into a little huddle. Jimin complained under his breath all the while. "One, two, three—"
"Street rats."
"Street rats."
"Street rats."
"Street rats! Woohoo!"
Yeah, that last one was Taehyung. They got into their positions to start, and people began to notice something was about to happen. Taking a breath, Jungkook began.
"Good pals, blood brothers.
Me and three others
Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkookie, Taehyung." Jungkook sang, trying his best to look like he was enjoying himself. He pointed at each boy as he introduced them before they launched into the second verse.
"Four friends, none closer
Get mad? Heck, no, sir!
Not us, four-strong, a permanent team
Four guys out poundin'
The pavements of Sonorado
Poor guys with one Arabian dream:
To stay this lazy
And play like crazy
Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkookie, Taehyung
True friends, no phonies
Me and my cronies—" By this point, the growing crowd had caught on, and they joined in with the four boys, singing:
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ALADDIN ; BTS AU
Fanfictioneven a peasant can marry a princess. all it takes is five friends, a strong woman, her brother, and a genie.
