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"Hey, Jungkook, Taehyung, what have I told you two about wrestling in the house?" Seokjin complained, raising the tray of drinks above his head as the two youngest boys raced around the house, screeching and giggling while they chased each other.

The boys ran to the sliding glass door, yanking it open and continued their energetic frenzy in the spacious backyard.

"Let them have some fun," Namjoon pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. He took the tray from him and set it on the table. He handed a glass of lemonade to Hoseok, who was basking in the sunlight.

"Thanks," he said, taking a sip from the straw. "I can't believe summer is just around the corner."

"It's about time. I can't wait for better weather." Seokjin sighed, tilting his face to the sun. He looked to Namjoon, who was getting comfortable on the lawn chair. "When are Jimin and Yoongi going to show up?"

"Soon. You know how long it takes Jimin to do his hair." He held arms out, and Seokjin beamed as he cuddled beside him.

Hoseok snorted. "Yeah, doing his hair, right. We all know when they finally show up, they're both going to have sex hair, hickeys and glassy eyes."

"Hobi!" Seokjin scowled, but Namjoon laughed.

"It's true," he said.

"Still," Seokjin laid his head on Namjoon's chest and laid his pale hand over Namjoon's tanned one. "This is the last student council meeting of the year, you would think they would want to be on time."

As if on cue, the door suddenly slid open and Jimin and Yoongi stood there.

Their hair was a mess, and they both had dark red spots up and down their necks. Jimin looked like he was in a daze and Yoongi was breathing heavily and trying to hide it unsuccessfully.

Hoseok shot the couple on the chair a grin. "Told ya."

"Sorry we're late," Yoongi said. "Jimin was, uh, fixing his hair."

"Yoongi!" The two younger boys rushed over.

"I started taking taekwondo lessons!" Jungkook said, posing a fighting stance. "Wanna see some of my moves?"

"After the meeting," Yoongi promised.

"Yoongi! I started drawing! Can you tell me in the shading looks right?" Taehyung pleaded, digging for his sketchbook.

"You can show him later, this meeting is already a half hour behind schedule." Seokjin said.

They all took a seat around the patio table, passing out drinks.

"Right, first order of business," Namjoon said, pulling out a stack of papers. He put them down and faced Yoongi and Jimin. "Is to congratulate our homecoming king and queen!"

The table applauded, while Jimin beamed and Yoongi blushed.

"King and king." He corrected.

Jimin nudged him playfully. "It's okay to admit you're the queen. You sure weren't complaining about bottoming last night."

"You sure were loving bottoming five minutes ago," Yoongi shot back, making Jimin gasp and stutter as red colored his cheeks.

Namjoon chuckled. "The summer school faculty wants us to make some posters of encouragement for the summer school students." He faced Hoseok. "Treasurer, how much is in the budget for art supplies?"

"Three hundred," Hoseok answered.

"Yoongi and I can make the posters!" Taehyung shot his hand in the air.

Yoongi smiled. "Sounds fun!"

Taehyung grinned and blushed.

"Wait we have to congratulate Yoongi for his new role!" Jungkook protested.

"Right," Namjoon nodded. He faced the boy, who was looking around, avoiding eye contact shyly.

"Let's welcome our newest member of the student council!"

Everyone clapped, and Yoongi couldn't help but smile, ducking his head.

"Thank you," he laughed. "But I would hardly count myself as part of the council. I'm just the security."

Jimin grabbed his hand squeezed it. "Hey. Who else is better than you to protect us?"

"Yeah, you're definitely a part of this group." Seokjin said.

"You're a part of the family." Hoseok beamed.

"You're the best!" Jungkook cheered.

"You rock!" Taehyung exclaimed. "We love you!"

Namjoon gave the boy a smile. "You're our friend."

Yoongi barely bit back the tears that formed. "Fuck...guys..."

"Crybaby," everyone teased.

And Yoongi finally let the tears spill, laughing.

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