"Today we will be doing group work-"
"Yes!" The seven boys at the back of the class whispered, looking at each other and giggling like little kids.
"No more than four per group. Worksheets are on my desk, ask me if you have any questions. Use your notes to complete the work. I expect this to be turned in today or it's homework."
The smiles on the teens' faces dropped instantly. Groups of four? The fuck?
"No." Jungkook whined, stomping his foot on the ground lightly as he pouted. "I wanna work with all my hyungies."
Hoseok cooed and pinched his cheeks with a wide grin. The others were smiling dumbly at him. But they couldn't help but feel the same way. This teacher clearly didn't want them to be happy.
"I wanna work with you guys too." Seokjin groaned as he crossed his arms. The other students were already moving around the room and grabbing their papers whilst the teacher sat at the desk and graded papers.
"Hey, I know you guys are lazy fucks so I brought you your papers." A kid named Jinyoung suddenly spoke, dropping the small stack of seven worksheets onto their table. He wore a small smile.
"Thank you!" Jimin giggled, reaching for his own paper.
"Thank you!" Jungkook and Taehyung chimed simultaneously. They didn't even acknowledge the fact that they were called lazy, since it was indeed true. They usually rock paper scissored who would have to get up and get their papers.
The others thanked him as well. When he walked away, Yoongi turned to the little ones.
"Hey, don't do that again." Yoongi scolded with a glare. The three looked over at him with confused expressions.
"But we just said thank you-"
"No, not that. I mean don't be all smiley and giggly towards other guys. That's for us to enjoy, and us only." Yoongi huffed. Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok exchanged glances and nodded along.
They were only slightly possessive of each other. Just a little bit.
"Sorry." Jimin mumbled, writing his name on his paper. The other two apologized as well.
"How are we gonna do this then?" Hoseok raised a brow.
"Dumb ass, we're at the back of the class." Namjoon chuckled, shoving Hobi lightly.
"What?" Hoseok blinked.
"We're at the back of the class. We can do whatever the fuck we want. She won't see us." Seokjin explained, Namjoon and Yoongi nodding along.
"Ohh." Hoseok drawled out, writing his name on his paper. He was glad they could work together. He didn't like separation among his boyfriends, and it was mutual.
"She's a blind bitch anyway. You seen those glasses? They look like bulletproof windows or something. She wouldn't notice if we were sitting at her desk." Yoongi muttered, sloppily writing his name.
"Hyung, that's not nice." Jungkook pouted, doe eyes sad.
"Sorry, baby." Yoongi groaned. He still wasn't used to how whipped he was for these guys, especially the babies.
"I've already answered number 1." Taehyung finally spoke. He was unusually quiet today.
The boys read over the question and looked at what was on Taehyung's paper.
"Taehyung, that's a drawing of a chimpanzee eating a donut."
"It's not a chimpanzee, it's me!" Taehyung snapped, whacking Hoseok's head.
"We should get to work, guys. I don't know about you, but I'd much rather be hanging out with my boyfriends than do homework this afternoon." Namjoon singsonged. They all sighed, reluctantly agreeing. Namjoon always knew how to keep everyone in line, especially when it came to schoolwork.
"I want a donut." Taehyung whined, sadly erasing his self portrait.
"I'll buy you a donut if you finish your work." Namjoon compromised.
"Okay." Taehyung mumbled poutily, picking at his eraser.
Jimin got out his notes, knowing they were probably the neatest. He spread them out so everyone could see them.
"There's fifteen questions. We'll all do two and whoever finishes first can do the last one. Then we'll share answers, okay?" Seokjin instructed, getting nods from the rest. He began assigning numbers to each of the boys, including himself.
They got to work and finished quite quickly. Yes, they were technically using each other's answers, but they would all be the same anyway because they all took the same notes.
"Okay, Taehyungie, you've earned that donut." Namjoon murmured as he grabbed Taehyung's finished work.
"I don't want a donut anymore, I want a cookie." Taehyung mumbled, resting his head on Jungkook's shoulder since he was tired.
Namjoon sighed, "Okay, Taehyungie. I'll get you a cookie, what kind do you want and from where?"
"I dunno." Taehyung shrugged sleepily, yawning afterwards. His eyes drooped closed.
"Are we sure he wants food? He seems like he's sleep talking." Yoongi muttered to Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok. Their brows furrowed in worry.
"Tae, do you actually want food? More than you want to sleep?" Seokjin questioned.
"Food." Taehyung grunted. "I want a brownie."
"Taehyung, you can't have a cookie and a brownie." Namjoon groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"I want a brownie." Taehyung said firmly. So it seemed he didn't want a cookie any longer.
Namjoon checked his wallet, then looked at Taehyung. He turned to the group. "Everyone up for a trip to the bakery?"
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"Taehyungie, please make a decision, we're next in line." Namjoon whispered, his fingers laced with the sleepy boy's. In the past five minutes he'd listed almost everything off the menu, claiming he didn't want the thing he said before.
"I want..." He opened his eyes and peered at the menu behind the counter.
There was a long pause. The others sighed.
"We'll go in front of you two so you have more time to decide." Hoseok murmured, the rest of them moving in front of the two upon his words. Namjoon sent him a grateful look before helplessly turning back to Taehyung.
"Tae, what do you want?" Namjoon asked.
"I want...Joonie's dick."
Namjoon shushed him and glanced around the small shop, praying no one overheard that. No one seemed to notice. Seokjin began cackling with laughter. Hoseok was silent (for once) and Yoongi nodded approvingly. Jimin and Taehyung blushed bright pink.
"Taehyung, sweetie, are you okay?" Hoseok soothed, reaching up to press his palm against the younger's forehead. It felt warmer than it should have.
"Of course he is." Yoongi snorted. "Anyone who gave that answer is clearly in their right mind."
Namjoon sent him a warning glance. Yoongi smiled innocently at him.
"He has a fever." Hoseok frowned.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey." Seokjin's laughter immediately stopped and he copied the action Hoseok had done, frowning as well when he felt how hot the poor boy's forehead was.
"Does he always act like this when he's sick?" Jimin raised his brows.
"He's never been sick since we've known him." Yoongi shrugged.
"Why didn't you tell us, TaeTae?" Jungkook huffed cutely, pushing through his boyfriends to hug the sick teen. He didn't care if he got sick too.
Taehyung hugged him back, "I didn't realize. I act pretty dumb when I'm sick, so sorry in advance. I'm really tired, but I want a donut."
"He wants a donut again-"
Namjoon cut in, "I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want, Tae. Order the whole menu, for all I care, okay? It won't necessarily make you feel better, health wise. But I want you to be happy."
"Yay." Taehyung giggled, clinging onto Namjoon's side.
"Cough, cough. I'm sick too, Joonie." Jimin horribly faked a cough. Namjoon smirked and pinched his cheek.
"Nice try."
"Next in line!" The worker called out.
The teens were all kind of a jumbled mess. They didn't know who was going next, or if anyone was paying for anyone else's.
Yoongi pulled Jungkook along by the hand wordlessly and brought him up to the counter. He began ordering for himself, lacing his fingers with Jungkook's as he talked. He turned to the younger.
"What do you want, baby?" He gave Jungkook's hand a small squeeze. "I'm paying."
Jungkook nervously bit his lip and pointed to something in the glass case. The worker seemed confused, but Yoongi was able to explain. He knew Jungkook was extra shy, especially when it came to ordering for himself.
"A slice of carrot cake, too. You got banana milk?"
"Yes."
"Okay, add that on there too." Yoongi said, taking out his wallet. He paid for their order and brought Jungkook to an empty table. The two brought together two tables and pulled up seven chairs.
"I'll pay for Jimin today." Hoseok said, grabbing the boy's hand as he pulled him up to the counter. He ordered for himself and asked Jimin what he wanted, just like Yoongi did with Jungkook.
"Thank God, my wallet is crying." Seokjin breathed out a sigh of relief.
"When do you get paid?" Namjoon raised a brow.
"Next Friday. I may have accidentally spent most of my money on my beautiful boyfriends." Seokjin chuckled.
"I'll pay for yours." Namjoon muttered, stroking Taehyung's hair as the boy leaned against him. Seokjin tried to protest, but Namjoon already marched up to the counter. He rolled his eyes at the stubbornness and followed.
After everyone ordered, they sat down at their makeshift seven person table. Not long after were their orders brought to them. They all dug in. Taehyung had alas decided on a donut. He was forced to have some water by the others.
"I'm sad that TaeTae's sick." Jungkook mumbled, taking a bite of his carrot cake. The others solemnly nodded while Taehyung sat silently, taking a small bite of his donut that he already didn't want anymore. They missed his bright happiness. When he was sick he seemed like a whole different person.
Namjoon ended up finishing Taehyung's donut for him, insisting he shouldn't eat the rest anyways. The boys reluctantly brought Taehyung back to his house so he could rest. They walked him to the door.
"Can you guys stay?" Taehyung mumbled sadly, staring down at his shoes. He fiddled with the keys in his hand.
They exchanged glances. If one of them was sick, it looks like all of them would be sick. They couldn't be apart for long. They nodded, despite the risk of them catching whatever Taehyung had. He smiled and thanked them, unlocking the door.
"Wait, what about your parents?" Seokjin stopped him in a whisper.
"My dad's not home and my mom likes you guys." Taehyung shrugged. The guys sighed in relief.
Taehyung was the first to tell his parents. His mom was surprised, but didn't force Taehyung to break up with his boyfriends. She supported him and still loved him because he was her son. His father, on the other hand, was a bit more harsh. He allowed
Taehyung to continue their relationship, but he wasn't the biggest fan of the boys. He seemed very suspicious of them. It was clear to tell that it wasn't that he disliked the guys, it's that he was protective of Taehyung. Trust hadn't really built between the guys and Taehyung's father yet.
Mrs. Kim welcomed the boys as they entered with a smile. They explained they were here to take care of Taehyung since he wasn't feeling well.
"Oh alright...as long as that's what you're here to do." She said slowly, glancing at Taehyung suspiciously.
"Mom, don't be ridiculous." Taehyung scoffed, although his face was bright red.
They marched up to the sick boy's room. He got changed (after he told them to close their eyes) and then laid down in bed. Seokjin gave him some medicine and water, stroking his hair softly. Hoseok entered the room with a damp cloth and placed it on his hot forehead.
"I guess we can take turns waiting on him and doing homework?" Namjoon mumbled as he checked his watch. He had about four classes of homework, and he knew he wouldn't finish after he left Tae's house.
"Good idea." Yoongi nodded, getting out his assignments. Namjoon did the same. The other five stayed at Taehyung's bedside.
"Let us know if you need anything, okay, Taehyungie?" Seokjin cooed, still stroking the boy's soft hair.
"I need cuddles."
Jungkook and Jimin were quick to push up to either of his sides and rest their heads on his chest. Hoseok and Seokjin smiled at the sight.
Looks like they'd all be calling in sick tomorrow.
Idk what this was but I'm trying to update this book weekly cause I like it (except this chapter lmao idk what happened here💀)