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Hoseok rolls around on the floor, his breathing ragged, as a few tears roll down his cheeks, the never ending cackling, emits from his lips. Taehyung sits on his bed, rolling his eyes at his hyung, questioning who is actually the older one at the moment.
"You really responded to his video, telling him you wear that? Taehyung, doesn't he have front row seats? You're so going to pop a huge boner!" Hoseok wheezes, his lungs feeling like they're about to cave in, with how much he is laughing.
"Shut the fuck up, Hyung. It totally would be so hot, and you just can't admit it, because you're too busy denying your feelings," Taehyung snaps back, turning his head away, pouting cutely.
"No, no, you're absolutely right, that little bunny would look like a whole fucking buffet in your outfit choice. I'm just saying, you are so going to take him into one of our private bathrooms, if you get what I mean," Hoseok flashes Taehyung with a suggestive smirk, to which Taehyung pegs a pillow at the elder's head.
"Oh my god, Hyung! That is not going to happen, he's probably so innocent," Taehyung defends, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
"Oh Tae, with his little friend Lisa, there is no way that kid is innocent. He can look the part, but he probably has a drawer full of dildos."
"Nope. Nope. We are not talking about our FAN like this, get the out my room and I dunno, go fuck Yoongi or something."
Hoseok chuckles, rising from the floor, "alright, alright. But don't moan too loudly, when you masturbate at the thought of him."
"HOSEOK!" Taehyung hurtles his Gucci slide at Hoseok, who only just manages to dodge it, by the very hair on his head, and runs out of the room, as if his hair is on fire.
"I thought I'd never be able to get past here," Taehyung can hear Hoseok whisper to himself from behind the door. Before the younger can question what Hoseok means, Yeontan starts to beg for attention, yipping from across the room.
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"I DISAGREE!" Seokjin yells, slamming his hand down on the table, standing up abruptly, the loud scraping of the chair on the floor, makes everyone mentally cringe. "That child is going to look like a fucking snacc, especially in a red cropped jumper. You're just in denial because our fan, looks hotter than you," Seokjin is currently scolding Yoongi, all because he said that Baby_Kookie, would look better in a pink cropped jumper, rather than red.
"No! I just think a different colour would look better, the guy is a fucking doll, I know. But I just think maybe like pink would work better," Yoongi defends, copying Seokjin by slamming his hands on the table. Taehyung sighs, silently wishing that they could have just one group dinner, where a fight isn't broken out, over something so futile, to the point it becomes laughable.
"You fucking take that back. My child will look like a sex god, and a little baby uwu boy in red, and you are just afraid to admit it, 'cause Jimin and Hoseok will get jealous."
Yoongi's face goes from it's once very pale colour, to a very bright red, under the effect of Seokjin's true statement. Only at this moment, does Taehyung finally chime into the conversation, after seeing the shocked look on Yoongi's face, "oh please Hyung, stop looking so surprised. We all hear you fucking each other at two in the morning."
"I DO NOT!" Yoongi is quick to defend, his face somehow growing more flushed, if that is even physically possible.
"Y'all smell that? Smells like LIES to me."
Taehyung reaches his hand out, to which Seokjin preforms a 'no look high five,' snickering evilly in the process. "Shut the fuck up, Taehyung, this isn't even about me, or my relationship, this is about you and your cute fan."
Seokjin slams the table, for the second time that night, pointing at Yoongi with his other hand, "he admits that, Baby_Kookie is cute! Therefore he is suppressing that, he does in fact know, little Kookie will look fucking amazing in a red cropped jumper. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk," Seokjin concludes. Everyone around the table claps, except for Yoongi, who pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head disapprovingly, muttering something under his breath, about wishing for better friends.
"This is why I want to be a rock in my next life," Yoongi mumbles under his breath.
"He's not wrong there," Jimin comments, "now, like I've been asking for the past thirty minutes, while you all had this pointless argument. Will someone please pass the salt?"
"I feel like they've already passed around enough salt," Namjoon sighs, sitting back in his chair, having finished his dinner ages ago, while Seokjin and Yoongi argued back and forth, and even went and retrieved a second serving, and completed that as well.
"Shut the fuck up," Seokjin snaps jokingly at Namjoon, before turning to Jimin, "and what do you mean 'pointless argument?' Am I going to have to disown you?"
"No, I just mean there is very clear answer to this," Jimin defends.
"Which is?"
"Yoongi Hyung, is fucking delusional; of course Jungkook would look amazing in red."
"You are so going to pay," Yoongi growls, glaring at Jimin, crossing his arms, which makes him look like an edgy teenager.
"Oh? Are you going to fuck him until four in the morning this time, just to make sure he's really learned his lesson?" Taehyung comments, rolling his eyes, as he eats another piece of duck calmly.
"I am going to put fire ants, in your bed sheets," Yoongi threatens, turning his head sharply, to the younger.
"Yeah? Well if you do that, I'm going to stuff your weird sex toys with fire ants," Taehyung rebuttals, not bothering to give Yoongi eye contact.
"I don't have sex toys."
"Umm, lies much?" Seokjin chimes in, scoffing.
"I don't. They're technically Hoseok's."
Hoseok, who up until now, has been choking from how much he has been laughing; falls off his chair. "I BOUGHT THEM BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO!" Hoseok exposes, pointing an accusing finger at Yoongi, once he gets up off the floor.
Taehyung sips his tea.
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Taehyung sits in his room, Yeontan, a cuddly puppy resting softly in his arms, his snout, nuzzling cutely against Taehyung's arm, while said boy, scribbles away on a note pad. Taehyung feels like is hand is on fire, his mind whirling, as he barely manages to write down the words that come to his mind in time, for the next thought to roll through.
Taehyung has no idea what triggered such a creative writing spree, seeing as he had really bad writers block, for about a solid week, with no idea how to even get past the second line in the first verse.
From outside his door, Taehyung can hear chattering. "Wait no... He is finally getting past his writers block, which he's had for about a week. Tomorrow, tomorrow is when I come in," the person says. Taehyung abruptly puts down his pencil, his posture straightening, ears perking, as his attention peaks. He is about to go and investigate, who is the one, who knows exactly everything about his situation. But Yeontan starts barking in his lap, begging for attention, and who is he to ignore his puppy's cries?
