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Bonus Chapter: Trolling Jungkook

I love Hoseok sometimes.

Also, ^^^ pretty much describes the theme of this whole chapter. hElP, i'Ve FaLlEn AnD i CaN't GeT uP.

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Hoseok's eyes are wide.

"I'm sorry, who's fucking Agust D? Can I, like, have their number? Cause I don't know whether or not you've noticed, but Agust D's fucking hot." Jungkook looks at him in disgust.

"What? Ew, hyung, no! Yoongi-hyung! Yoongi-hyung's fucking Agust D!" Hoseok lets out a low whistle.

"Ah, the lucky bastard. Not gonna lie, though. Yoongi's hot, too."

"Wha- oh my god, hyung, just shut up already! One, I do not want to hear you call my stepbrother hot ever again. Two, I'm trying to tell you that Yoongi's Agust D! How hard is it to understand?" Hoseok's mouth forms an "o" shape.

"Oooh. Well, you kept saying fucking before Agust D so I thought that you meant they were, like, ya know, fucking."

"Oh my god, hyung!"

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"Namjoon-hyung, you know Agust D?" Namjoon swivels around in his chair to face Jungkook.

"Of course. Why are you asking about him now, though? He's been MIA for nearly six years," he replies as his eyes follow Jungkook's figure walk to a chair and flop down on it, deflating.

"Yeah, well, that's cause he's Yoongi." Namjoon freezes.

"What the hell?"

"Yeah."

"So... we've been hosting Korea's deadliest contract killer for the past, what, month?" Namjoon's sentence ends with a squeak. Hey, just because he's a hacker for one of Korea's top-notch mafia's doesn't mean he's fearless.

"With a two week gap but yes."

"..."

"Hyung?"

"..."

"Heyyyyyy Namjoon-hyung? You there?"

"..."

"... Namjoon-hyung?"

"IS HE STILL HERE? OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Um... I'm sorry?"

"OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. AGUST FUCKING D IS UNDER THIS VERY ROOF. AGUST. FUCKING. D! OH MY FUCKING GOD JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?" Namjoon squeals like a fangirl when her bias in her favorite K-Pop group shows his abs (*cough* *cough* Jiminie *cough* *cough* Not my bias but still. Daaaaaaym dem abs bro. Jungkookie, too)

"Oh my god. Not you, too, hyung!" Jungkook makes a break for it, running towards Namjoon's office door.

He runs through, sneaking a glance over his shoulder only to see Namjoon rolling on the floor, hands clutched in fists, big, dopey grin on his face and screaming like a crazy fangirl.

Because he was looking behind him and not paying attention at what is before him, Jungkook runs right dab smack into an excited Taehyung.

"Jungkookie! Oh my gosh, have you heard? Hoseokie-hyung just told me – Yoongi-hyung's Agust D! Oh my gosh I'm such a big fan-"

"OH MY GOD YOU TOO?"

"What is with all of this yelling?" asks Jeon Seewoo, clad in an expensive black suit, a very dolled up Min Gyuri by his side.

"My apologies, Father. It's just, since Hoseok and I found out that Yoongi-hyung was Agust D, Na-" Seewoo's face brightens at this.

"Hold up a moment, son. You're meaning to tell me that my stepson, Min Yoongi, is Agust D?"

"Ughhh!" Jungkook throws his hands in the air. "What is wrong with this family?" he grumbles as he storms away, anger and frustration fueling his steps. Namjoon comes out of his office, hair disheveled as Hoseok appears from a nearby cabinet, the two of them walking towards Taehyung and the not-so-newlywed couple.

The five of them giggle (yes, the leader of one of Korea's finest mafias giggled. What a sin, ammirite?) and high-five each other for the laugh they were able to wring out from Jungkook's frustration.

Taehyung steps back from the group, looks at the couple up and down and lets out a low whistle. Seewoo has been around Taehyung long enough to have grown used to his informal tendencies. Besides, who said a mafia leader had to be so uptight all the time?

"You two sure are dressed up. Where to?"

"Funeral of a competitor."

"Ah."