My Little Boy (BTS Smut)

Chapter 15

"Jin, will you shut up!" Yoongi shouted from his room to the male who had been singing loudly in the hallway for the past twenty minutes.
The older male ignored the younger and continued to sing as he tidied the hallway.

Yoongi sighed and put on some loud music to drown out the sound of the elder's voice. He was almost ready to go out, just a couple of finishing touches first.

He put on his favourite cologne, fixed his hair in the mirror and added a couple of items of jewellery. "Where's my phone..?" He thought to himself as he looked around his room.

"Yoongi! What the fuck?!" Namjoon shouted from downstairs, running to the stairs.
"Namjoon, be careful I just mopped the-" Jin tried to warn the younger but before he could finish his sentence, a loud clash made it very apparent that Namjoon had already slipped.

Jin sighed and went downstairs to see to him. Yoongi followed, wondering what Namjoon had shouted to him for.

Namjoon was lying on his back with Yoongi's phone in his hand.
"Ouch." He groaned.
"Get up, you idiot." Jin chuckled and pulled him up.
"Thanks." Namjoon smiled and dusted himself off.
"Namjoon, what are you doing with my phone?" Yoongi asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"It kept lighting up so I wanted to see-"
"You went on my phone without my permission?!" Yoongi snatched his phone back. "How did you even guess my password?"
"It wasn't hard." Namjoon chuckled.
"Don't joke. This is serious." Yoongi snapped back at him.

"Well listen, I found some stuff on your phone that you might want to take a look at..." Namjoon grinned mischeviously.
"What are you talking about?" Yoongi frowned and unlocked his phone. It was already open on his messages from when Namjoon was looking through it.
"Oh my.." Yoongi gasped as he saw the most recent message.

He continued to scroll upwards, blushing madly. "Namjoon, you can't tell anyone about this." Yoongi put his phone away in his back pocket.
"Sure, I won't.." Namjoon didn't sound truthful but Yoongi didn't had time to argue.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later." Yoongi said as he walked over to the door. Both of the males waved goodbye as the other left the house.

"What did you see on his phone?" Jin asked quietly, paranoid that Yoongi might somehow hear them from outside and kill them both.
"The three boys that Yoongi met last night..."
Jin listened eagerly, eyes wide.
"They've been sending him pictures and videos.." Namjoon blushed as he recalled the images in his brain.
"What kind of videos..?" Jin raised an eyebrow.
"You know.." Namjoon grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jin gasped and chuckled. "Oh, I see.."

After hearing the front door shut, Hobi came downstairs. He walked slowly and stiffly as he was still in pain from the night before, bruises clearly visible on his soft skin.
"Hey, Hobi." Jin said with a smile as the younger came down the stairs.
"How's it going?" Namjoon asked, only hearing about what had happened not too long ago.

"Is he gone?" Hobi asked, ignoring the other males' attempts at making conversation.
"Who?" Jin asked in a soft tone.
"You know who." Hobi replied coldly.
"Yes, he is." Jin answered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I don't get why you're mad at him, Hobi. He hasn't done anything wrong." Namjoon tilted his head slightly as he looked at the boy.
"Nothing wrong?" Hobi scoffed.
"I'll be honest with you, Hobi. I understand that you're upset but I really don't know why this is Yoongi's fault." Jin walked closer to the younger and rubbed his arm soothingly.

Hobi pushed Jin's hand away, looking angry and upset at the same time.
"You wouldn't understand." He said in a high voice, clearly trying to hold back tears. He ran up the stairs to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Hobi, wait!" Jin shouted and ran after him.
"Go away!" Hobi shouted with his face in his pillow.
Jin ignored the younger's request and entered his room. "Hobi, please speak to me." He said softly, sitting down on his bed.

Hobi was curled up in a ball on his bed with his face buried in his pillow, clutching a teddy bear.
"Hobi.." Jin shook the boy softly. "Come on, you know you can tell me anything."
Hobi sat up slowly and sniffled. "Anything..?"
"Anything." Jin smiled warmly.