Give You Hell || j.j.k

6. The Cops Were Called?! **NOT CLICKBAIT**

"You cheated!" Yoongi announced, standing and walking away with his hands up.
"Did not asshat!" I yelled after him.
"14 bars of soap?! Did you shove them up your ass or something?!" Jimin yelled as he dumped our bags out.
The 5 stared down at the ground blinking, seeing the costumes from the back of Spencer's without a sound.
"There are 7..." Jungkook said, confused.
"I only grabbed 3..." Taehyung called, looking at the skimpy role play wear.
They all turned to (Y/n) who was smirking on the chair.
"So I was thinking..." I started, but a pillow hit my face.
"No, you little shit!" Yoongi yelled, armed with another pillow.
"Bro you're going to hell anyways just move me your soul!" Jungkook joked.
"Jimin's already behind the couch putting it on, sooooo..." I clicked my tongue as they turned to see him pulling up the cop belt over the bikini and fishnets.
He put the hat on and everyone groaned as he strutted towards them.
"It seems like... I have to give you bad boys a ticket~"
Jungkook groaned and stood up. "I'll deal with this..."
"But aren't your powers draining?" Hoseok asked as Jimin "put on a show" in his peripheral vision.
"I'll only use them in dire situations..." he turned to Jimin and lifted his arms in front of him, his hands catching fire.
Jimin screamed his way up the stairs as he was almost chased.
We all applauded him as Yoongi brought another case of beer out.
"Am I weird or was that lowkey hot?"
Everyone looked at Taehyung with concern.
Then we all nodded in agreement.
"Sex worker for a reason babey!" He yelled as he came down in my sweatshirt and the fishnets still on under.
I sighed as they rummaged through the rest of our teams bag.
"Okay, you used Jungkook's mind control shit so you're disqualified." Hoseok finalized.
"Oh disqualified my ass!" Jungkook yelled, standing up.
"Yeah!" I yelled after him.
Taehyung looked up, half blacked out and gave a strange groan in agreement.
"Disqualified! Y'all and your soaps!" Jimin yelled as he spun and landed in the chair, taking a swig of the drink.
"Bullshit! You guys got caught so the real winners are... Jin?" They all turned as he tried to throw paper into the trash.
He was jumped and the paper was ripped from their hands.
"They bought their shit!" Yoongi yelled as he stood on the coffee table, presenting the receipts like an ancient manuscript.
"We all suck, what's the news?!" I yelled, grabbing the remote and opening Netflix.
"Horror movies! It's almost dark!" I poured out.
"When are your parents getting home?" Taehyung asked and they all looked at him with the same annoyed expression.
"Ah! He wasn't here for the damage check." I excused him. "my mother hasn't been home in half a year, and my dad has to exist, I know that. Uh, Hoseok's an orphan, Jimin's a prostitute, Jin's neglected, Namjoon has psychopath parents. Is that everyone?"
Taehyung put his beer down. "Well okay..."
"You?" Hoseok asked.
He chuckled. "Poverty? I can't afford food usually I guess."
"He's passed the vibe check. Welcome to fucked up land, we are joined by Satan on this fine evening..." Jimin bowed as I pulled up a movie and got up to make popcorn.
I was waiting for it to start popping in the microwave as footsteps drew closer.
"(Y/n). I've decided that I wanna stay here for a while anyways, so don't feel pressured to do anything right now."
"Wow, Jungkook. Where'd this come from?" I teased, jumping on the counter.
Jimin yelled from the other room, "This is why white people would all die first!!!"
"I guess I like it here." He smiled, jumping at the sound of the cornels popping.
I giggled and he walled up to the microwave to look inside.
He sat there staring until the timer went off.
"Here, pass me the bag. It's hot." I made grabby hands from my spot.
He just clamped the fiery hot bag and smelled it, eyes wide like a doe.
He gave it to me and I opened it, grabbing a piece and instructing him to open his mouth.
He complied and stuck his tongue out a bit, pointy at the tip.
I placed it softly in his mouth and he bit down a second later.
"That's good.l" he whispered, looking into my eyes.
I shook my head and stood up. "Yeah, right?" I cheerfully said, getting a bowl.
"We're missing the movie, lets go!"
The movie was a regret, a mistake, a problem, and now I'm in a Hoseok-Jimin sandwitch as I trade hiding positions between them.
But then Jimin had to go to work, so I was down one. Hoseok had curfew so Yoongi dropped him at the orphanage.
Namjoon got a call, went outside and disappeared, and Jin was asleep in our spare bedroom.
I was reduced to my knees.
"Is this what they think demons look like?!" Jungkook kept pouting as Taehyung got sleepier.
"(Y/n)...? Are you okay?" He asked in a tired voice, getting up and sitting next to me.
"Yeah..." I whispered from under the blanket.
"Aw, it's okay!" He yelled, pulling the blanket up and smothering me with his arms.
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Jungkook made a 'hmph' noise before climbing on the couch, his legs to the arm as he avoided contact.
"Are you staying the night, Taehyung?" Jungkook asked.
"If it's fine with (Y/n), I already texted my mom that I'd be home late."
"Yeah, whatever." I thought for a minute. "You're gonna be here too, right Jungkook?"
He nodded, eyes still fixated on the screen.
Interesting.
If you looked close enough, you could see him flinching at the scary parts.