Funfair - Vminkook

1st day

This is nothing big, but for some reason I wanted to write a story that proves that smut and philosophy can go hand in hand. Basically, it was an excuse to write smut and share some of my thoughts about life, so don't expect any storyline (It's more like porn without plot). To defend myself, this is just what I could manage in-between exams.

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Jungkook sighed relieved when a soft breeze brushed through his sweaty black hair and cooled his damp skin. He had sat down in the shadow of a big tree and waited for Jimin and Taehyung to end their already well-known fight about how to assemble the breakdance machine.

"This is my machine! I decide how to handle it!" he heard Taehyung's agitated voice that always seemed to drop even lower than it already was when his boss was arguing angrily.

"But why not listen to me once?" Jimin shouted back, trying to look intimidating by flexing all his muscles. It was not that he was lacking muscles (or dangerously gleaming rings on his fists) to pull off this pose, it was just his cute Mochi-face that viciously destroyed any effort. Looking like a grumpy little dumpling on steroids was just not intimidating.

Jungkook sighed again. It was always the same. Everywhere they came, Tae and Jimin would have this fight during building up the carrousel for the funfair. And Jimin always lost but never seemed to be bothered much by it. It would not end differently today, Jungkook was sure. Sometimes he wondered if Jimin did this for the mere purpose of seeing Taehyung riled up, because damn that man became hot when pissed. Then the crimson hair seemed to glow like fire and the muscles under the tanned skin, which their boss displayed far too well by wearing unnecessarily loose tank tops, popped like he was about to throw a punch; not to speak of the dark eyes.

The argument became more heated with every second, fueled by the burning hot sun, and Jungkook expected them to jump at each other's throats at any time now. But to his delight, Taehyung just grabbed a handful of Jimin's orange hair and another handful of Jibooty and pulled the shorter against him to smash their lips so hard that Jungkook could hear the Mochi's shocked gasp even over here. At least that was what Jungkook wanted them to do. Maybe if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, he could imagine the angry shouts to be screams of pleasure, an orgy of obscenity, two sweaty bodies in the dust of the midsummer heat, grinding against each other and-

"Kook!" an intense voice cut through his jerk-off fantasy and he snapped his eyes open. Another sigh escaped him; he sighed too much for one day.

"What's up, Hope?" he asked towards the maroon-haired man who stood over him.

"Wanna come help me until those two are done?" the man in the hippy-jeans and the white t-shirt asked him and held out a hand to help him up. Hoseok ran the rollercoaster (inherited from his parents; he would never ride it), and because he lacked own men, he always asked Jimin and Jungkook for help. For a little extra money, of course.

After one last look at the two fighting men, Jungkook nodded in defeat and grabbed the hand that pulled him up.

Hoseok probably was the most normal of the fair folk what made him a great talk. He had the enviable talent to engage you into a conversation with such ease that you could spend hours talking without realizing how time flew by. Maybe that was why the maroon-head clicked so well with Suga, the grumpy kid's carousel owner. When he was not high on weed, Suga never talked much in a row and Hoseok seemed to fill those gaps with just the right amount of nonchalance and positivity.

"Oi, Jungkook!" another loud voice called out for him when they passed the lottery. "Shut up your dogs! They'll wake up Yoongi and hell will break loose," a tall man with pink hair shouted.

"Shut up, Pinky," Jungkook growled annoyed, but quiet enough not to be heard. Jin did not need to shout when he was five steps away from him, but like always that damn idiot seemed incapable of lowering his voice below megaphone level. What a nuisance. Had it not been a shame to ruin such a handsome face, Jungkook sure would have thrown a punch ages ago.

Jin aka the prince was one of the more special people of their folk. He could only be seen in a night-blue silken bathrobe with matching pants that were decorated with a silver and pink flower pattern, walking around in pink Persian slippers. Jungkook was not even sure if Jin knew what physical work even meant; the man had never helped with anything in all the years they had been travelling together.

The prince's boss, though, was another story. Loony Joon, the one who only walked around in leather pants and a leather vest over his bare chest, was the weirdest of them all. The man was a genius who seemed to talk in riddles every time he opened his mouth, and Taehyung appeared to be the only one who understood what Joon called his funfair philosophy. Jungkook liked him nevertheless. At least the man was working, not like his pampered employee who just watched them melt under the sun while drinking his sparkly prosecco in the shadow and enjoying himself with an electronic fan.

"You know what to do," Hope said when they arrived at the half-finished rollercoaster, and Jungkook nodded. They had assembled and disassembled this blinking spectacle more times than he was willing to recall.

When they were almost done with the framework, drenched in sweat and hands calloused, Jimin came over, looking like he wanted to kill someone. This must have been one of the nastier fights, Jungkook thought. Taehyung probably had become personal again.

"Tae will build up his shit alone," the Mochi growled and helped Hope maneuvering another part of the framework, every furious movement speaking of the anger that burned in the dark orbs.

Jungkook sighed. Again. "I'll go help him," he mumbled towards the maroon-haired and went over to where Taehyung sat in one of the carousel's gondolas, his lips pulled into a frown around the stick of a lollipop. However hard he was during discussions, Jungkook knew his boss hated it when the harmony of their team was disarranged.

"Go talk to him later," he suggested and put a hand on the tanned shoulder of the crimson. "Let's build this up first."

Taehyung nodded weakly.

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"I don't understand," Taehyung sighed, "Jimin always starts these fights, and then he just gives up like it doesn't bother him at all. It seems so pointless." Namjoon and he were sitting in one of the seats of his breakdance machine and shared a lollipop while staring into the night sky.

Joon hummed and crossed his tanned arms over his leather clad chest while swinging his long legs over the safety handle. "Maybe for him the path is satisfaction, not the destination." He handed the lolli back.

Taehyung let it vanish behind his tinted lips. "You mean he likes the fight? Why would someone like to fight?" he asked over a mouthful of cherry-flavored sweet.

"A nasty fight is never about the topic, but about the fighters. No one would argue with someone who's unimportant to them," Joon elaborated.

"So, it's about me?" Taehyung asked. "Does Jimin have a problem with me?"

Silence.

Clouds were covering more and more of the sky, foreboding another hot day.

"That'ssomething only Jimin knows," his friend said after a while. And they continued to stare at the remaining stars.

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