yes i made changkyun kinda femme in this leave me alone
Yoongi had never been this happy in his entire life. The last few days have been some of the best he's ever had, even though it was still a weird adjustment period for everybody. He was actually able to walk around the place freely this time, and he'd returned home only to grab the things he had left behind. His clothes were the most important, but he did have house plants that needed taking care of.
"Your room looks like a greenhouse." Kihyun said as he walked into the kitchen. Yoongi had put everything away in his room and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. He was sat on the counter with his phone, digging into some leftover mac and cheese from the morning.
"Why were you in my room?" He looked over to the boy to see him reaching for a cup in the cupboard, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and filing it up. "I went to ask you if you wanted to go to the beach with us but you weren't there, so I went to look for you." He smiled at Yoongi, sipping from his cup.
"The beach? Isn't it like, 7pm on a Thursday?" He raised an eyebrow in judgement when he heard Changkyun yell from upstairs. "Who gives a shit?! That just means more space and less kids!" He ran down in a baby pink beach robe, Minhyuk trailing behind him sporting a whole ass wetsuit and swim goggles. "I'm training for the olympics! I'm gonna be a professional swimmer!"
"Didn't you say that for basketball, tennis and lacrosse before giving up and moving on to something else?" Shownu walked in from the living room with a mug of coffee and newspaper, looking more like a dad than Yoongi's actual father. "You really need to stop wasting your money on phases like this. Literally anything else I'll allow."
As soon as he said this, Changkyun got this look in his eye that seemed to scare everybody except Yoongi. Confusion swept over his face as he watched Shownu try to backtrack his words and Minhyuk begin laughing hysterically. Even Hyungwon was disturbed enough to poke his head out of the blanket burrito he was currently wrapped inside.
"I assume something happened the last time you were allowed to spend freely?" Yoongi hopped off the counter to put his dishes in the sink, Changkyun walking over to lean against his side. "I may have spent a few hundred on things for my room a few weeks ago. That's why they're too scared to not knock anymore." He kissed Yoongi's cheek with a giggle before running out of the room.
Kihyun laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "He's a little shit sometimes. Don't let him scare you." He slipped on some gloves and started washing the dishes in the sink, Yoongi noting how he tended to be more responsible than the other boys. He blushed, from both Changkyun's actions and Kihyun's. This is hard. Oh my god you're so funny Yoongi.
"Why did he say things like that?" His expression made Kihyun raise an eyebrow, and as he looked down, he chuckled at the semi Yoongi was sporting. He moved closer to the older to block the other boys' view and grabbed his bulge lightly.
"Toys, whips, gags. Even a few machines, but he says they're off limits to us." Kihyun blew on the shell of his ear before moving away and slipping off his gloves. The smirk he wore and the way his hands swept through his weekday hair sent Yoongi all the way up the stairs and into his room in record time.
this is just the gay crack-infused version of a sold to a boyband au. apologies, but if you're reading this it's kinda your fault you got here 👀
mar. 15th, 2020
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Fanfiction" Two fifties? Why not a hundred? " -MYG " Shut the hell up and give us the damn money! " -YKH Where Yoongi declines the masked guys' request for money and suddenly he's tied to the ceiling of a van by seven extremely attractive men. (basically the...