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author's pov
"holla, bitches! i'm home!" hoseok opened the door to taehyung's house because as usual, the owner didn't lock the door.
jungkook was also fast asleep on the sofa yet again, exhausted from the events of yesterday. he actually wasn't able to sleep last night at all, thinking about jimin who happened to be hazyunicorn himself. so taehyung had to call jin (even though the oldest had just left their "small gathering" and was taken home by no other than namjoon himself), to make him scare the younger so that he'll sleep at least even at four in the morning. jungkook, of course, listened to his mommy's threats.
"huh? where's taetae?" hoseok looked around the living room and the kitchen, finding tae nowhere.
"ah! he must be upstairs!" he concluded. though he had only reached the first steps of the stairs, he already heard taehyung singing in the bathroom.
"so cry~! please dry! my! eyes~!"
hoseok whistled and laughed to himself. "damn, that high note, boi!"
he was going to tease taehyung even more, but then he heard multiple consecutive sounds from a phone downstairs. he rushed to see whose it was.
"taehyung's..."
he contemplated whether or not to take a peak as he stood in front of it. the temptation was killing him. he knew taehyung would kill him once he finds out and he couldn't have that. but at the same time, the thought of taehyung having a boyfriend bothered him.
he looked back at jungkook and thanked god to see that he was still sleeping.
"a sneak-peek wouldn't hurt, right?"
but before he could even touch the phone, the screen lighted up once again.
👑myyoongi💕😫🔥😍👉🏻👌🏻👅💦:
oi, dis is yoongi
👑myyoongi💕😫🔥😍👉🏻👌🏻👅💦:
can we meet outside your house?
""outside your house"? how the hell does he know where this is?"
"hey, whatya got there, hobi?" taehyung looked over his shoulder, only to see his own phone held by his friend's hands. he gasped and took it away from him.
"why are you touching my shit?!"
hoseok gulped as he looked at taehyung who stood in front of him half-naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist, completely ignoring the fact that he just infuriated him.
'if only that could slip,' he thought to himself as he slowly licked his bottom lip.
"what?" taehyung looked at him, more confused than irritated.
"huh?" hoseok was snapped away from his thoughts, flustered. "oh, nothing!"
taehyung gave him one last suspicious look and rolled his eyes before checking his phone. hoseok counted in his head, knowing how his friend was going to react, "one, twoㅡ"
"aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!" taehyung screamed in happiness as he jumped around, causing hoseok's heartbeat to increase rapidly. he waited for taehyung's towel to fall down because of all the jumping.
and soon, it did.
and so did hoseok's jaw drop.
"jesus christ! what in the name of fuckity fuck is going on?!" jungkook woke up, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. taehyung slammed him back down on the couch as he sat down on his best friend's stomach.
"oh! jävla fitta fan!" jungkook screeched in pain. "you're heavy as fuck!"
"look! look! look!" taehyung put his phone in jungkook's face and the latter furiously pushed him down to the ground, not even bothering to see what the fuss is about.
"don't fucking sit on me when your dick is out in the open!"
"yeah," hoseok added. "you know the only dick he wants is jimin's."
"true that," jungkook exhaled sharply.
"damn, thirsty much?"
"at least i'm not in-denial much," jungkook cockily raised an eyebrow at hoseok whom glared at the younger in return.
"guys! you're missing the point! min yoongi fucking texted me!"
"i didn't even know y'all had exchanged numbers," jungkook stated and yawned, starting to stretch.
"we didn't."
"then what the heck?" jungkook and hoseok said at the same time.
"i got his phone number since the first week i met him. i kept it a secret because i didn't want you guys asking me to do dares by texting him stupid shit."
"wait, how did you get it?" jungkook asked.
"i have my sources."
"that's just batshit creepy."
"don't talk as if you're not a huge jimin stan, bitch." jungkook threw a pillow at taehyung's face which he luckily dodged, but unfortunately ended up hitting a vase.
"boi! you gon' pay for that!"
jungkook scoffed, "oh no, i won't."
"jeon jungkook!" taehyung picked his towel from the floor and stood up. "you're lucky i need to meet yoongi right now, but if i diㅡ"
"if you didn't, then what?" jungkook mockingly smirked, causing taehyung to throw the towel at his face.
"you gross little shit!" jungkook yelled in fury, throwing the towel somewhere else in the room. taehyung laughed in accomplishment.
"wait, i still don't understand." hoseok watched as his two best friends fought while laughing like the idiots they are. "if you had yoongi's number all this time, why'd you never texted him?"
"because it would've been weird if i texted him and he never even gave me his number himself!" taehyung answered and quit hitting jungkook with a pillow.
jungkook took this chance to hit his face with another pillow. "oh, look at that!"
taehyung gasped, staggered. "that's unfair!"
"i never thought i'd hear kim taehyung talk about not wanting to be weird!" jungkook added, to which hoseok laughed at, causing taehyung to throw a pillow at him too.
hoseok, on the other hand, luckily caught it. chuckling, he said, "i see how it is."
but when he was about to throw the pillow back at taehyung, another ring came from the latter's phone.
jungkook raced taehyung to pick it up and he succeeded.
"loverboy says, "daddy needs you now, baby. when are you cummin?" damn, never thought yoongs was this thirsty!"
"jeon jungkook!" taehyung yelled in frustration, his cheeks heating up he could feel himself about to explode any minute now. all the feelings bottled up in his heart for years, struggling to fly and spread their wings. and surely, his friends' teasing isn't making him feel any better.
when he stole his own phone from jungkook, he read,
👑myyoongi💕😫🔥😍👉🏻👌🏻👅💦:
don't make me wait