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“I’m going to kick that fucker out of Namjoon and then I’m going to kick Namjoon ‘till I smack the nonsense out of him too.”
The words left Jin in a quick succession, while he moved his head vehemently, his chin almost pointing to the ceiling. Jungkook whined as he took his hands to his face. He was still seated in the chair the Winchester brothers had put him in, while his bandmates fussed over him.
“Leave him alone, hyung. Poor baby is traumatized and all you do is making him feel bad about dating Namjoon.” Hoseok interfered, taking Jungkook’s head to his chest and placing a sweet kiss on top of his head.
“I can’t believe we are discussing this while we are dealing with other problems like, I don’t know, Namjoon having a fucking demon possessing him?” Yoongi groaned, sounding nothing but pissed.
Seokjin looked at him like he wanted to start a fight again, but before he could even open his mouth to yell at him, Sam talked.
“Hey, I know you are shocked and all that shit but, you know, we should be discussing our attack plan.”
“Fucking hell, Namjoon is supposed to do the UN speech in a few days.” Hoseok realized with horror.
“A demon making a speech at the United Nations, that would be interesting.” Dean pointed out, which earned him a strong kick on his shin.
“You know what could be interesting? Me beating your ass.” Jin snapped.
“I would love to see that, if I’m being honest.” Said Sam. “But we have to figure this thing out first.” He crossed his arm and tilted his head. “So, the demon is possessing your leader, from what I’ve understood.”
“Yes.” Jungkook muttered.
“And he has been possessed since the beginning of the tour, am I right?” Sam pressured.
“That’s when I noticed something was wrong with him.” Jungkook confirmed, gaining confidence little by little.
“What I don’t understand” Dean intervened “Is why. I mean, demons are weird as fuck and don’t always have a reason to possess people, but if it wanted to have a little fun, he would just have gone into a free killing spree. This demon is very careful with his killings, which makes me think there is something behind that we haven’t figured out yet.”
“I agree. Normally there would be a lot more victims by now. It is refraining itself.” Said Sam.
“Can’t you just save our friend and leave your conspiracy theories for later?” Jin asked. “He has been possessed for a while now, and honestly I just want my brother back like, right now.”
“We have to be careful with this. What if he is a part of something bigger? What if he has other demons under his command? We can’t leave any threads left.” The youngest hunter was using his most cunning voice, trying to make them understand that things weren’t as easy as they thought.
“We would need to catch him and get the information out of him.” Dean said, in a tone that none of the four boys liked.
“I want you to remember that that’s my friend’s body. I won’t let you harm him in any way.” Yoongi’s voice sounded very threatening, locking eyes with Dean.
“We aren’t monsters.” Dean tilted his chin up, clearly offended by Yoongi’s comment.
“Where are the others and why are they taking so long?” Taehyung whined before stuffing his face with more noodles.
Jimin looked at him unimpressed as he reclined into his seat and crossed his arms.
“Maybe Jungkook wasn’t feeling well and they took him back to the hotel.” He guessed.
Taehyung looked at Namjoon, who wasn’t paying any attention to him as he ate his jaepchae in silence.
“Hyung, aren’t you worried?” Taehyung asked. Namjoon just shrugged.
“They are adults now, and I’m not their father.” He replied.
Taehyung looked at him, surprised. The older used to be the one that worried the most about the members, and he usually needed to know where were all of them in every moment or else he wouldn’t be able to relax.
Something was definitely going on, and nobody was telling Taehyung anything.
Yoongi and Jin were going to god knows where in their free time, Jungkook was super jumpy, and Jimin was being super distant. The only one that wasn’t being weird was Hoseok, and that said a lot of how strangely were all his bandmates behaving.
“Can someone tell me what the hell is happening lately?” Taehyung exploded, getting up abruptly from his seat.
“Taehyung, please, don’t make a scene. We are in public.” Jimin warned him.
Since when did Jimin call him Taehyung? He had always been his Taetae.
“Of course I won’t make a scene, I’m not five.” He said as he sat down again, blushing slightly as he realized half of the people at the restaurant were looking at him. “But I’m still mad.” He added.
Jimin sighed and checked his phone, frowning.
“We should pay and go back to the hotel, it’s getting late.” He proposed. Namjoon just nodded, his mouth still full with food.
Taehyung grabbed his phone to look at the time too, getting surprised when he saw a text from Yoongi.
Cute hyung
Taehyung
Are you still at the restaurant?
Yes! We are waiting for you!
Where are you?? Your food went cold like half an hour ago
Please, listen to me for a moment and don’t freak out
You have to make Namjoon stay there while we sort out some things
But don’t tell him
It’s very important that he doesn’t know I told you this
Hyung, you can’t say don’t freak out
you are inevitably making me freak out
Just use your acting skills
I trust you
Okay, but you have to say “I love you” first
Taehyung…
I won’t do it if you don’t
Taehyungie, I love you
Satisfied?
Very
Now go distract the fuck out of Namjoon
Yessir!
Also I technically didn’t say it, I wrote it
Taehyung dropped his phone dramatically on the table and cleared his throat.
At least now they were including him in their schemes.
“If they don’t want to come, we have to eat all of their food.” He declared.
Jimin looked at him like he had gone mad.
“Jin hyung has ordered six more lobsters.”
“Then we have two each.”
“But you have already eaten so much.” Jimin was eyeing him suspiciously.
“We can’t throw away the food, Jiminie. Poor lobsters are already dead, we have to pay them respect by eating them” Taehyung argued.
“It’s already been payed for, I guess.” Namjoon shrugged.
“The money isn’t important! Sustainable fishing is the key to maintain marine ecosystems! Overfishing and plastic residue will be the death of the planet!” Taehyung looked at Namjoon, expecting him to be proud about the fact that he actually listened to one of his ramblings from a while ago, but he looked clueless.
“Come on, Joonie hyung! Your crab friends would be disappointed.” He pouted.
“What did you tell him?” Jin asked, sitting next to him on the floor.
Yoongi had needed to get out of the madness, at least for a bit. When Sam said that they needed to know where the demon was in case it decided to take a new victim, Yoongi volunteered to text Taehyung. He knew the boy would do whatever he or any other members asked from him in a heartbeat. Jimin would, too, but not without asking many questions.
It was a bit strange sitting on the floor on the street in the cold, but he found the fresh air reinvigorating. It always had helped him organize his thoughts.
“I didn’t tell him shit. I’m surprised he actually said that he would do it.” Yoongi answered.
“No, you are not. You could tell him to run on the streets naked at 4 a.m and he would do it.” Jin observed.
“He already did that once.” Yoongi pointed out.
“Completely sober, I mean.” Jin corrected.
Yoongi laughed under his breath for what it seemed like the first time in forever.
“What are Jock Number 1 and Jock Number 2 doing?” He inquired, coming back to the reality of their situation.
“They are discussing something about pentagrams, I think.”
“Are they witches now?”
“Who knows, maybe they are. That would be great, I loved Sabrina the Teenage Witch.” Jin declared.
“Of course you’ve watched that.” Yoongi sighed.
“You remind me of Salem.” Jin looked at Yoongi with a expression on his face that meant I know you think I’m funny and I also know that you don’t want to admit it.
“Yeah, we are second cousins.” He joked.
In other circumstances, Jin would laugh at that and make fun of Yoongi for making idiotic jokes too, but this time he just smiled slightly. When Yoongi looked at him in the eyes, he could see the sadness on them.
“We are going to get through this, just like we have got through all the shit that people has thrown in our way. This situation is just a bit more… strange.” He tried to comfort him.
The older turned his face down to stare at the pavement. Jin looked very serene, his beautifully sculpted face not showing any sign of distress at all, but his back was a bit arched, not completely straight like it normally is.
“And then we’ll have to deal with our leader dating our youngest member. That’s just awesome.” He sighed.
Yoongi should have seen it coming. But in reality, he had been so into his own mind lately that he hadn’t been able to focus in silently observing the other members, like he usually did.
He knew that Jungkook had been crushing on Namjoon since forever, and he personally couldn’t blame Namjoon either. Who on their right mind wouldn’t fall in love with the kid? Damn, he would have too, if things had worked out differently.
Jin, as their oldest, had been taking care of Jungkook since they were 20 and 15, so he would have understood if he got a little upset and overprotective. But he had taking it worse that Yoongi would have expected.
“I don’t think that what they are doing is a bad thing.” Yoongi said. “I mean, Jungkook can look like a five year old sometimes, but they are only three years apart. It’s not like Namjoon could be his father or something. He is a big baby himself.”
“Don’t you dare to go all soft on them, Yoongi. It’s not just that, and you know it.”
Yoongi looked at him with a look that he didn’t normally direct to his hyung.
“I don’t know shit, Jin. You tell me.”
Jin scoffed.
“Our careers are at risk. They are not only putting themselves in danger, we are a group. If the press knew this, we wouldn’t last a day.” He was starting to speak faster, and louder. “But even if they manage to hide it well, how will this affect to our teamwork? We would all suffer if they fight. What if things go wrong and they break up? They can’t leave the group just like that.”
Yoongi felt every word Jin said piercing through his chest, like they were daggers. If that’s what Jin thought…
“And Namjoon is our leader, he must know better than anyone…”
“So that’s the reason you didn’t even want to give us a chance.” Yoongi cut him off.
“Yoongi…” Jin looked like he had been slapped on the face.
“I spent weeks trying to guess what I did wrong, hyung.” Yoongi murmured. “I was agonizing, thinking that I made you go away from me. You wouldn’t even be my roommate anymore.”
Jin finally looked at Yoongi, but he couldn’t seem to be able to look at him in the eyes.
“I didn’t… I didn’t want you to feel that way, Yoongi, but we couldn’t. We can’t.”
“I don’t regret kissing you. I just wish I had done it sooner.” Yoongi confessed.
“I do. I regret it. I wish we could go back to being us. I’ve been desperately trying to come back to what we had, but I can’t stop thinking about it.” Jin took his hands to his head, combing his hair nervously with his fingers.
His words were hurting, but Yoongi couldn’t avoid getting hopeful. This was the closest he had gotten to a confession from Jin.
“I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t have done it if I suspected my feelings were not reciprocated. And I suspected they were since a long time ago.” Yoongi got closer to Jin, his knee touching the older’s leg. Jin shivered at the contact, but he didn’t go away.
“But we can’t act on it. We were not supposed to act on it.”
Jin was a very stubborn person, and Yoongi knew they weren’t getting anywhere with this, but anything was better than simply ignore it, better than act like nothing was happening when in reality they were both suffering, and for what?
“We can. Are you afraid of what Namjoon would say? He is fucking the maknae now, he isn’t the one to talk.”
“Yoongi!” Jin shrieked.
“What? It’s true.”
“I don’t care! I couldn’t bear with the fact that I would be putting the team in danger for my selfish desires.”
“So you do want me.”
“You are making my life so hard, Min Yoongi. You always have.” Jin acknowledged.
“It doesn’t have to be! I’ve loved you for years, and I don’t know about you, but I think we can stay together for a fucking long time. We are good for each other, we know each other better than we know ourselves. If anything, I think getting rid of this stupid tension between us would benefit the team.”
Jin was speechless. He could see the logic behind what Yoongi was saying, but he had spent years hating himself for loving one of his bandmates, and that wasn’t going to go away just like that anytime soon.
“Wait… are you… are you crying?” Yoongi panicked.
The older used to cry when he felt helpless, and he hated that fact about himself, especially when he was in the middle on a fight and he just couldn’t control himself.
“No, I’m producing water for later, to water Namjoon’s plants. I don’t think that demon has been taking care of them.” He said sarcastically.
Yoongi placed his right hand under Jin’s chin, moving his face so he could look at him in the eye. His hands were cold in Hamilton’s weather, so Jin didn’t know if the shiver that went through his spine was caused by it or by an entirely different reason. The shorter man caught the single tear that was running down Jin’s cheek.
Jin was desperately trying to find something to say as they got closer and closer, pulled by an invisible force. He knew too well what would have happened if they didn’t hear someone behind them and pulled away like they had been caught murdering someone.
“Jin and Yoongi, sitting on the floor, K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Hoseok shouted.
“What, really? They are kissing? My OTP is sailing!” Jungkook sounded ecstatic. He always made fun of everyone like that, but he didn’t know how bad Yoongi wished that it was true.
Yoongi breathed in and out a few times before speaking, because if he didn’t he would have hit them.
“What?” He spat.
“Can you two come back inside, please? These two want to tell us their plan.”
Jin got up like a resort, cleaning up the back of his trousers that had gotten dirty while sitting on the floor.
“Yoongi, let’s go.” He looked a bit shy, but he still offered him his hand to help him getting up, which Yoongi took without a word.
As they headed inside again, Jungkook took Jin’s hand. Jin squished Jungkook’s for a bit, trying to calm the nervousness the youngest was undoubtedly feeling.
“Don’t worry. We’ll bring Namjoon back. Whatever it takes.” Jin assured him.