"You okay?"
Jeon Jungkook was born into a world of trickery, sin, abuse and tragedies. Everyday, the news anchor would pull on their solemn face, talking about another youth who had suffered bullying or domestic abuse, and then move on. The youth would attract pitiful churches, get money, and the world would forget, the victim would just be another statistic. Jungkook wasn't going to let that happen.
"I'll bring you someplace special."
Seven boys on a mission, and a curious girl tagging along. Seems fine, but it isn't, really. Not when the youngest is head over heels, the dynamic duo are suddenly wearing uniforms again, and the rest are to caught up in their life of sex, romance, alcohol and cigars.
But hey, Jungkook's finally getting some ass, Taehyung and Jimin are happily fucking, Namjoon and Jin are probably getting married, and Yoongi and Hoseok are giving eachother hickeys. It was going to be alright.
"Welcome to Kim Seokjin's Foster Home for Abandoned, Depressed Teens Who Fucked Up!"
"God, shut the fuck up Taehyung!"
[Mature audience]
"So let me get this straight," Jimin says, licking his strawberry plump lips that's forming a smug smirk on his slender face, chocolate brown eyes transcending an intense amused glint laced with intimidation in his orbs.
"You, Jeon Jungkook, is the big man the overseas FBI agency and you, Kim Taehyung, is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. And the two of you just decided to join hands together to catch a naughty serial killer that's rising into power, who also recently escaped Federal prison," Jimin then points a slender finger to Jungkook, "Who's after you," and then points to Taehyung, "And killed your family.... And the only way to get to that lovely individual is through me, a not so pleasant and seductive individual?"
Jungkook and Taehyung blinks at him, letting his seductively soft voice and delicate words sink in their minds before glancing at each other.
Well, at least they don't have to explain it again to him
So Taehyung gives a subtle nod to the promiscuous man that's eying them with intense cold eyes, "Yeah pretty much. Oh! And in exchange for your cooperation, you won't end up with a shiny silver bullet through your skull if we walk out this door together! No pressure, sounds like fun right!"
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Notes:
Happy -kinda Ending
Not a love story