~°~Mentality~°~ [RE-WRITING]

Ch. 3

"Hyungs! Please don't make do this!" Jungkook whined, grabbing onto Jin's leg.

"Jin-hyung, I will buy you that new pink Supreme Sweater!" Jungkook flashed his puppy-eyes at his eldest hyung. Jin hesistated for a moment, wondering if the sweater was worth his life before shaking his head firmly.

"Namjoon-hyung! I can help you catch some crabs! I swear that I won't ever eat seafood from today onwards because-" Jungkook took in a deep intake of breath. "Seafoodisourfriendandfriendsarenotsupposedtoeattheirfriends." (Seafood is our friend and friends are not supposed to eat their friends) Jungkook sped through his words, pouting cutely at his smart hyung. Namjoon shook his head.

"Sorry, Kooks. If I am dead, no one will protest for the crabs." Namjoon ruffled Jungkook's hair as the youngest turned to Hoseok.

"Hyung~! I can-" Hoseok jumped back from the begging werewolf, shaking his head.

"La la la! I can't hear what you say~!" Jungkook puffed up his cheeks, turning to Taehyung.

"Tae! Help me just this once and I will get you that Legendary Widowmaker skin you wanted!" Jungkook's bottom lip quivered. "A-And I will give you my account's password." Taehyung's eyes shined brightly but he couldn't put his life on the line. He shook his head. Jungkook scrambled to his feet, mumbling darkly as he shuffled to his hyung's bedroom. He placed his hand on the doorknob, his hand shaking before he twisted it gently.

Yoongi was curled up on the bed, under his blankets. Jungkook approached the bed on his tippy-toes. He gritted his teeth before placing his hands on the blanket, closing his eyes and wincing. With a quick tug, he pulled the blanket off to reveal Yoongi curled up into a ball.

"Hyung...wake up...we have some visi-ders." Jungkook switched his sentence on the last word. Yoongi's right eye shot open, his red irises boring holes into Jungkook's soul.

"So do we have visitors or intruders." The way that Yoongi snapped at Jungkook made it seem like a statement instead of a question.

"I-I don't know..." Yoongi grumbled darkly to himself, stretching reluctantly. Inwardly, Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, glad that he escaped Yoongi's attacks before he felt knuckles connecting with his stomach. Jungkook doubled over, clutching his stomach with both hands. Yoongi grabbed his black leather jacket before opening the door and walking downstairs lethargicly.

"What do you assholes want." He snapped angrily as he saw his four other friends gathered at the door. Jungkook's feet scratched against the floor as he scrambled down. Namjoon pointed to the door. As if on cue, the person at the other end rapped against the door smartly again. Namjoon breathed before he opened the door.

"I assume you received the message, misters?" The man in front of the door said in his smooth voice.

"What message." Yoongi growled in his raspy voice.

"I sent one this morning, but I would believe that you were out. No worries, you can refer to it later. The main reason I am here is to accompany his highness." He gestured to the carriage begind him. "Your highnesses, if you please."  The man approached the carriage, about to bend down when he suddenly moved backwards, bowing deeply as a tall male got out gracefully. The male squatted down in front of the carriage, his lips moving quickly. Namjoon gestured to the others as the six of them approached the carriage to get a closer look. The male sighed deeply before standing up, his blue eyes bright as they scanned the six.

"I am sorry you had to witness this, but my younger brother is in one of his phases." The male smiled pleasantly. "I am Park Jihoon, Prince of the Hybrids."

"Good evening, Prince Jihoon. What brings you here?" Jin asked, smiling pleasantly.

"I heard from Jackson here," He gesticulated to the man who had spoken to them first," that you didn't receive our message. Thus, I am here to reiterate the most important information." He pointed a finger at Namjoon's chest.

"My brother is coming to live with you. If I hear of any peculiar things happening, rest assured, I will come at you with the full force of my army. Frankly, I don't know why my parents chose you, but I will find a way to protect my brother indirectly. Here are the rules.

Number one.
Do not discriminate against any fetishes or kinks my brother has. He is still young and pure.

Number two.
Do not do any thing against his wishes as he does not know what is good for him and what is not.

Number three.
Do anything in your power to make him happy. Due to past situations where he wasn't, we have derived that his happiness affects his power and thinking, not to mention his judgement.

Number four.
If he were to tell you anything about himself, do not leak it out. His secrets are his and if he tells you, you have to guard the secrets as if it were your own.

Number five.
If he happens to fall for any of you, the responsibilty of caring for him will fall on the person's shoulders.

And here are a list of things that he likes, but it is not limited to these." Jihoon handed Namjoon a scroll, his stern glare firm before his features softened and he turned to the carriage.

"Would you please come out? For hyung? Hyung will buy you ice cream~" Jihoon cooed, his voice sickeningly sweet.

"Hyung~ I know he is the one! Have you seen his face? I can tell you all the details, could you please find him for me?" The familiar voice whined loudly.

"Isn't he...."

"Our saviour?"