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"Namjoon!" Yoongi slammed the door open, bursting into the house. "Namjoon!"

"What's going on?" Seokjin hurried down the stairs, looking alarmed.

"Where is he?" Yoongi rounded on the older boy. "I need to speak with him! It's about Matt, and I think-"

"Matt? Again?" Seokjin's eyes were wide. "What-"

"Wait, what do you mean 'again'?" Yoongi asked. "Asher said that too in the basement. Did something happen between those two-?"

"Basement?" Seokjin was confused. "Whose basement?"

Jimin walked between the two, holding his arms out. "Whoa, okay, let each other finish a damn sentence and maybe we'll get somewhere."

Seokijn took a step back when Jimin touched him. He cast a glance at Yoongi. "Why is he here? Are we trusting him now?"

Jimin frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Yoongi sighed. "It's a long story."

Jungkook peeked inside the door. "Hello, I am here too, also, as well."

Seokjin sighed, walking over and yanking the youngest inside. "Okay, everyone just shut up and take a seat. Let's get this sorted out before we talk to Joon. He doesn't need any extra stress or confusion."

Yoongi refused to sit, standing in front of the TV with his arms crossed.

Jimin relaxed into a leather recliner. "I'll take a cucumber water with a spritz of Perrier."

"You'll get a slap across your bitch face if you don't get your feet off my damn coffee table." Seokjin snapped.

Jungkook looked up at the oldest from where he sat with his legs crossed on the white couch. "Jinnie, can I have a banana milk?"

"Of course," Seokjin left to get it for him, and Jimin scowled at Jungkook, crossing his arms. "Teachers pet."

Jungkook stuck his tongue out. "You're just jealous cuz Jinnie's the vice president and you're just the historian."

"What did you just say to me, you little shit?" Jimin jumped up, glaring. His hands were in fists at his sides. "I can buy you and sell you on the black market and no one will ever find you!"

"Hah, good luck! My mom says I'm priceless!"

"SHUT UP!" Yoongi shouted, catching them both by surprise. "Do positions on a stupid student council really matter right now? Both of you just act your age or else I'll fucking tie you together and slap each of you until you're a bloody mess."

Jungkook gulped, and Jimin slowly sat back down, slyly pulling a pillow over his lap.

Seokjin returned, handing Jungkook a yellow juice box, and a coffee for Jimin. He gave Yoongi a glass of water, which he gratefully took, taking a long drink.

"Now," Seokjin sat down on the loveseat. "Will someone be so kind as to explain to me what in the god damn fuck happened?"

Both Jimin and Jungkook sipped their drinks, looking at Yoongi expectantly.

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I guess it all started once I left Namjoon's house yesterday."

He told his story, and Seokjin gasped at the end, his eyes wide.

"Oh! You poor thing! How dare those creeps try to lay a finger on one of my innocent little babies? Oh I'll fucking kill them, ooo I'll fucking do it." He growled, fire burning in his dark eyes.