Sure, Man | ot8

CHEERIO ⚠️

^ as in the 'brit' term for goodbye

Wonho was seated on the couch holding a shaking Jooheon when the others arrived in the living room. All the other boys were there as well, and Yoongi noted Kihyun's blanket covering the naked boy on Wonho's lap.

It was obvious that Wonho still had his fingers inside of Jooheon by the way the boy kept whining and gently bouncing up and down, and Yoongi found it precious that they didn't just leave Jooheon all wet and needy and continued to pleasure him even when they were busy.

"Ok. We really need to talk about this guy." Wonho practically hissed Yoongi's referral, and it almost made him want to submit. He still had his defiance though, and he'd continue to put up a fight until Wonho stopped being a little bitch to him.

"W-What's wrong?" Hyungwon asked, trying to divert his eyes from the desperate, pleasure-drunk Jooheon. He had a small tent in his pants, and Minhyuk grabbed his hand lightly. "Did we do something wrong? I'm sorry." He shied away into the couch, and Wonho softened his glare to focus on the tall man.

"No honey, it wasn't you. You all have just tried to help Shownu and I figure this out, and I thank you guys for it. It's just that Yoongi here seems to be getting a little too comfortable." The glare was back. Shownu seemed to notice the tension between the two and he intervened in fear of a potential fight starting.

"Maybe you should just make a compromise? Whether it regards us or not, do something so that we're all safe and happy. Okay? Why don't you guys sort that out while we get a movie set up in Changkyun's room?" Everybody nodded, and Minhyuk escorted Hyungwon to the stairs. "We'll be back in a second. Don't eat the popcorn without me!"

Wonho told Yoongi to follow him and led him over to the porch area. It was connected to the back of the house in a makeshift deck style, and there were flower plants hanging from the ceiling around the railing. A table with a few iron garden chairs was sat in the middle, and there was a swinging bench near the corner.

"Who tends these flowers? They're gorgeous." Yoongi appreciated well-kept greenery in homes, especially since he expected much less from fellow college kids. He'd always loved helping his mom with her garden in the summer months, and working at her flower shop in Daegu was something he'd always been good at.

"That's the thing I hate! We literally kidnapped you after an armed robbery, and you're treating us like we're old friends of your parents or something! Aren't you scared? Concerned even, not knowing if you'll every be aloud to go back?" Wonho's arms raised in exasperation when he talked, and Yoongi noted that he had a tendency to speak with his hands and arms a lot.

"My life was shitty anyways. What's there to go back to?" Yoongi smiled at him, only letting a hint of the sadness that he felt about the topic seep through his small smile. "No friends, barely a stable job, and a small, dingy apartment. Not even a pet. Plus, this is the most pro-gay environment I've ever been in." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

Wonho stiffened, suddenly feeling bad about being so mean to a guy who had it harder than he did. He'd done something impulsive and illegal, and instead of freaking out and calling the police, Yoongi just accepted the fact that he'd have to stay with strangers for a while and treated them like friends. Not even a threat, or an attempt at an escape to run to the police.

"Would you... like to stay here? And maybe put the whole kidnapping-robbery thing behind?" The taller male looked away, scratching the back of his neck and glancing toward the wall. Yoongi almost jumped with joy, amazed to have found such a golden opportunity in a life that had never been good to him in the first place.

Fuck his asshole landlord, fuck his catfish of a boss, and fuck the bad wifi at his place. He'd make a new life here, and he'd do it even without the really nice sex these guys had to offer.

...But maybe not the last part? Pretty please?

feb. 27th, 2020