Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Eighteen: OK to not be OK

//gets a little spicy, just skim over whatever u don't wanna read :)) Enjoy!//

Once the three boys arrived at the house and everybody had yelled a bit and then relaxed, they all filed into the living room, coffee in their hands. Jimin and Hoseok squished together on the arm chair, both boys in sweatpants and t-shirts. Jimin looked about ready for bed, his eyelids were drooping and his hair was a complete mess of dark gold. Hoseok had a similar, tired expression, but looked a little more put together.

Namjoon and Yoongi had both pulled up chairs from the kitchen into the living room next to each other. Yoongi, still dressed in black from head to toe, had ditched his jacket and mask, but otherwise was still dressed the same. Even his gun remained at his waist, and he would have looked fairly scary if it wasn't for his head hanging over the back of the chair with exhaustion and his slunched appearance. The leader beside him looked quite awake on the contrary- posture straight, legs crossed, and coffee held to his lips, the only tell that he was exhausted was the bleakness in his eyes.

Taehyung, Seokjin and Jeongguk all sat on the couch, Seokjin in the middle. Jeongguk was still in his coat, and like Yoongi, his guns were still both at his waist. His hair was a hot mess of ebony in the dim light, and his fingers tapped on his coffee cup silently. Seokjin was in shorts and a sweater, his hair smooth, and looking fairly awake as he sipped his hot drink. On his other side sat Taehyung, still in his party attire and looking absolutely gorgeous. One leg was propped up on the couch in front of him, and his pale gold hair was messier then it was earlier. The silvery fabric of his shirt shimmered like water, as did his red glossy lips. His eyes were piercing and he also didn't seem too tired.

"I actually can't believe you hit the guy from seventy stories down," Yoongi was saying, shaking his head in amazement. "With a handgun."

Jeongguk laughed slightly, a low sound, his teeth a flash of white. "I fired the shots more to alert you. I didn't think I'd hit him anyways."

"It definitely alerted me, I almost fell off the rooftop I jumped so bad."

The boys all laughed slightly, smiles touching their faces after the stressful mission.

"Did you even notice your comm was cut?" Jimin asked curiously, and Yoongi shook his head.

"No, I thought you guys were just ignoring me to focus on Tae."

The boys all chuckled again, and Namjoon patted his arm.

"I'd say we all get some rest. It's super late, and it's been a hectic evening." He spoke up, and the boys all chorused in agreement.

Slowly the boys filed out of the room, calling goodnights to each other. Jimin, Jeongguk and Taehyung moved into the kitchen, having finished their coffee's to put away the dishes.

"Ugh," Jimin spoke, screwing up his nose as he looked down at his brown mug, "This is too bitter."

Taehyung peered into the other boys cup, frowning. "It's literally almost white. How much cream did you add?"

Jimin shrugged, although a sheepish expression took over his features.

"Did you add any sugar?" Taehyung asked, blue eyes suspicious.

"Yeah, like four packs."

Jeongguk snickered and Taehyung groaned.

"Jimin EW. If you don't like coffee, don't drink it. That's literally diabetes in a cup." Taehyung scolded him as the boy dumped the rest of the drink with a small smile.

"What did you expect?" Jeongguk said with a light grin. "He literally goes into the cupboard when he thinks nobodies looking and eats the brown sugar cubes."