International Stardom (BTS Spanking story)

Trapped in the Closet {Hoseok + Namjoon}

Let's all pretend that I actually posted this on Halloween. Besides, Halloween never ends after all.

Love ya bunches 🍿

// Jin's POV//

The night was young at a quarter passed twelve. The sky was black and the clouds were gray, creating the background ahead of us.

"Fuck, this house is huge. It must've cost a fortune, " Jimin stared in awe.

"Forget the cost, it looks like the House of Usher."

"Jin hyung, are you sure you're going to be ok?" Namjoon nudged me.

"I'll be fine, Namjoon. I'm not a pussy."

"You said it not us, " Yoongi muttered.

"I meant with everything; I know you hate parties."

"I hate a lot of things, Namjoon. I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Why are we even here?" Jungkook turned around from a few steps in front of us.

"It would've been suspicious if we declined, Super Junior doesn't like rejection."

"I can't believe this is how we're spending our Halloween night. Going to a party for a couple of douchebags we don't even like," Yoongi complained.

"Suga hyung, please don't call our seniors douchebags to their face. Get it all out now," Namjoon rolled his eyes while sighing.

"Everyone has to at least pretend to be nice, be respectful and try not to light anything on fire," I warned.

"Can we at least get drunk?" Taehyung asked.

"Way ahead of you, buddy." I answered.

// Jungkook's POV //

"Yah, baby! Get me another bourbon," the groupie next to me shouted.

"I just got you one," I replied.

"That was just to get the gum out of my tonsils, get me another one! On the house!"

Ugh! I completely ignored her and walked away to find Jimin. I'm not a sociable person in general but being in a bar filled with drunk and high people really doesn't sit right for me.

Jimin relieved his shoulders, "Kookie! Thank god. Where have you been? I can't find any of the hyungs."

"Neither can I. Where's TaeTae-hyung?"

"I can't find him either."

"Goddamnit! We should've put a bell on that kid."

I swirled the drink in my glass and watched with crazy amazement; my hands are incredibly warm due to the claustrophobia. I'm not certain if I can make it through the night, I don't wanna ruin my hyungs' night but I know them better than myself and I'm over a million percent sure that the hyungs aren't having a good time.

I saw Jin hyung at the corner of my eye; he just bolted into the room like he's chasing a wild animal. I was worried about the pain in his eyes so Jimin and I immediately went to his side in fear.

"Jinnie hyung, is something wrong?" I asked.

Jin spoke faster than he was breathing, "Maknaes! Thank god! We have a code red."

"Code red?"

"Code fucking red."

"Why, hyungie?" Jimin put a comforting hand on our oldest hyung's shoulder.