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Upstairs, Jimin and Taehyung take Jeongguk inside Jimin’s room, while Yoongi goes to fetch a pair of clean, comfortable clothes from the bun’s own pile for him to change into, because they have no intention of making him leave the house again today.
However, when he comes back with them and hands them to Jimin, the bun lets out a distressed sound, shaking his ready rapidly.
“No, no—smell bad. Wanna smell like hyung, hyung—” he murmurs, obviously distressed and obviously talking about the clothes, and the three boys nod in understanding as Jimin hands the clothes back to Yoongi, who decides to go wash at least once all of Jeongguk’s clothes to make sure they smell at least like their detergent, if not like themselves.
“It’s okay darling, it’s okay,” Jimin assures the boy, holding the boy thighter in his arms, rocking him slowly side to side. “Whose clothes do you want bun?”
The hybrid sniffs, and peeks his head up a little from Jimin’s neck, only to blink innocently towards Taehyung, and murmur, “Taehyungie hyung’s,” shyly. The man’s scent has been in Jeongguk’s mind ever since the first time he smelled it, and it’s safe to say that he’s a little bit in love with it.
With the scent, of course.
Taehyung melts right on the spot, and his heart stops beating for a little while because of the amount of cuteness, but he comes back to it pretty quickly, because he has some clothes to fetch.
While Yoongi probably went to wash every single piece of Jeongguk’s clothing, Taehyung rushed to pick something out of his closet, and quickly decided on a pair of brown sweats and a grey oversized hoodie, that he knows is comfortable and smells like him just enough.
But to make sure, he sprays a puff of perfume on the clothes, just for good measures. Then, he rushes back inside Jimin’s room, where he finds the two boys in the same spot, both on the bed, Jimin’s arms wrapped around the hybrid tightly, holding him close to his body.
“Here,” Taehyung breathes out, and extends the clothes towards Jeongguk, for the boy to sniff attentively. His ears twitch at the familiar scent, and he nods quickly.
Jimin smiles relieved, and mouths a ‘thank you’ to Taehyung, who simply shakes his head and smiles. No need to thank him. He’d do anything for the bun.
“C’mon darling, let’s get you changed. You wanna do it in the bathroom?” Jimin asks gently, knowing how shy and reluctant the hybrid is when it comes to things like this — changing, bathing, asking for help.
Jeongguk nods slowly, floppy ears moving along with his movements, making the two men coo silently at him. “I’ll go change,” he mumbles, before standing up on shaky legs and slowly going towards the bathroom, leaving behind the two men, who quickly share a look when Jeongguk closes the door behind him.
“It’s worse than I imagined,” Taehyung murmurs low, not wanting to be heard by the hybrid who most likely has an acute hearing.
Jimin sighs, and nods. “I expected bad, but this is…I’m afraid to know more.”
Taehyung hums, and looking Jimin dead in the eyes, he says truthfully. “I’m afraid I’ll go after a dead man if I know more.”
⟷
After getting all three washing machines full of Jeongguk’s clothes, and pressing start, Yoongi chooses to walk downstairs, trusting Jimin and Taehyung to take care of Jeongguk for a little while.
Walking into the living room, Yoongi finds his three other boyfriends with frowns on their faces and hands in their hair. They look…distressed. Angry, and revengeful, and Yoongi’s confused.
“What happened?” he signs when Namjoon lifts his head and looks at him.
The man sighs, and signals for him to come sit down next to him, right in front of Seokjin and Hoseok, who both look as if they just saw their biggest enemy. What happened so bad to anger his boyfriends so much? It’s been a while since Yoongi saw them like this — anything but calm and confident.
“Hyung, what happened?” Yoongi signs to Seokjin, because the man has his eyes on him, and they’re full of anger and hatred, but there’s also a flicker of sadness in them. Yoongi’s beginning to worry, because even though all three of them watch him sign the question again and again, none of them answer, and Yoongi can’t help but think it’s something bad .
And his thoughts are confirmed when Seokjin starts signing back, not wanting to say it out loud again, in case Jeongguk comes down.
“The casino was attacked. No one was harmed, but the attackers left a message.”
“Who attacked?” Yoongi asked. They don’t have many enemies, if he’s being honest. Seokjin and Namjoon like being on good terms with everyone, because they think that it’s always good to have…acquaintances — ‘cause you never know what might happen and who you might need
“We don’t know,” Seokjin sighs. “Their faces were covered, and they hacked the security cameras. The hidden ones didn’t catch a lot, either.
Yoongi nods. “What’s the message they left?”
At his question, Seokjin’s hands started shaking. He took a few seconds to answer, and when he did, Yoongi almost had trouble understanding because of how bad Seokjin’s hands were trembling.
”The hybrid will be ours.”
Yoongi freezes in his seat. His hands falter and his eyes widen as he lets Seokjin’s words sink in. Now he understands why he found his boyfriends looking so distraught and angered, because he knows he looks just like them at this moment.
He feels Namjoon’s hand on his back, rubbing up and down in a gentle motion that’s supposed to comfort him, but all Yoongi can focus on are Seokjin’s words. Millions of questions flood his mind, and Yoongi feels a headache coming at light speed. Seokjin and Hoseok watch as Yoongi stays frozen under Namjoon’s touch, and they share a concerned look. Because if Yoongi reacted like this, then who knows how the younger two would react?
It might have been just a couple of days, but God bless the ones who’d dare and touch their Jeongguk — who got all six men wrapped around his pinky like they’ve known him for years .
“Hyung,” Hoseok says to Seokjin, who simply turns his head to look at him. “Let’s go to the Casino. Let’s see if they left something behind, maybe the workers didn’t find everything.” he suggests, but there’s a determination in his voice which informs Seokjin that even if he’d say no, Hoseok would go alone.
And no way in hell he’ll let any of his boyfriends out of his sight till he gets his hands on the ones who dare and threaten them.
“Alright,” Seokjin nods, and turns to look at Namjoon and Yoongi. He doesn’t need to ask anything, the many years they’ve been together helping them with skilled silent communication.
“I’ll stay behind, Yoongi hyung can go. You know he’s better at this type of stuff,” Namjoon says, hand continuing to rub at Yoongi’s stiff back. The older man doesn’t turn to look at Namjoon, but nods.
He wants to go. He needs to go. Needs to see for himself everything left behind, needs to talk to their workers, needs to see their body language as they explain what happened. He needs to see the damages — he needs to see .
“Let’s go then,” Hoseok stands up, brushing a hand through his orange hair. Strands of hair fall in his eyes, and he makes a mental note to get a slight trim, and maybe dye it again, since the color is starting to fade.
Seokjin and Yoongi stand up as well only a few seconds later, with Namjoon following right behind. He wants to walk his boyfriend’s out before he goes to check on the youngest three, and makes a mental note to get them all down to eat if they’re not sleeping.
“Be careful on the way there, and check the car before driving back. They can wander around and place something under it, so be careful and pay attention,” Namjoon murmurs as his boyfriends put on their jackets after securing their guns at the back of their jeans.
“We’ll be careful baby, don’t worry. You stay with the boys and try not to tell Jimin and Tae yet, we’ll tell them tonight, alright? Call us if anything happens,” Seokjin murmurs, and cups Namjoon’s cheeks to give him a quick kiss. “I love you,” he whispers before pulling back.
“I love you too,” Namjoon murmurs. “I love you all, take care,” he continues, big eyes pleading.
Yoongi tip toes to peck Namjoon’s lips as he gives him a long hand squeeze, followed right behind by Hoseok, whose lips linger a little bit longer on Namjoon’s.
“Keep your phone with you, we’ll call if we need a second opinion. I love you,” Hoseok says, then kisses both Namjoon’s dimples before walking out the house and inside the garage, waving back at him.
Seokjin chooses to drive his car this time — a black —, and as soon as they all get in, he drives out of the garage, and Namjoon stands at the door till he can’t hear the motor anymore.
He closes the garage door with a sigh, and leans back on it, taking a few seconds just to breathe and be .
The situation switched from good to scary in just a second, and Namjoon’s terrified about what’s to come for them. No one would dare to attack the Kalopsia Casino and leave a message behind if they weren’t serious, and Namjoon is worried that they might not be ready for it, with Jeongguk around them.
The hybrid barely had time to get accustomed to them, and now he risks being taken away at any possible minute, and for what? Namjoon doesn’t know. He can’t possibly think of someone who would want the bunny, since he doesn’t know who knows of his existence. He doesn’t know who his owner introduced him to, and he doesn’t know who heard that they took him in.
There are so many questions left unanswered, and Namjoon has to quickly down a painkiller with a cup filled with water before going upstairs to the boys.
He knocks softly on the door, patiently waiting for an answer. When he’s only met with silence, he opens the door slowly, and peeks his head in.
The sight inside makes his heart flip, and for a split second, Namjoon forgets about everything that’s been worrying him.
Jeongguk’s in the middle of the bed, curled up in a fetus position, hands curled up in fists under his chin, floppy ears plopped on the pillow. There’s Jimin on his right, and Taehyung on his left, and both have his hands wrapped around him, their legs a tangled mess.
Both boys are holding onto the bunny as if afraid they’ll lose him, making Namjoon coo silently. All three boys are sleeping soundly, and Namjoon can’t find it in himself to wake them up, so he walks out of the room, but not before snapping a few pics of the sleeping boys and sending them in the group chat.
After that, he goes upstairs inside his office, closing the door behind him with a sigh. He doesn’t feel like doing anything now, not even eating or sleeping, but he forces himself to sit down at his desk and pull out Jeongguk’s owner’s documents.
Yeo Myung-Dae, born on March 2nd, 1973. Family - unknown. Job - unknown. Unknown lover and unknown relatives.
This man used to live on the low, barely even seen outside, but Namjoon saw that he’s been visiting the Casino for a while now. He has to admit, he never truly noticed the man, since there was nothing about him that stood out, but thanks to his memory, one look at his ID photo and Namjoon is able to remember every single game the man has played where Namjoon was the dealer.
Which weren’t many, but were enough for him to understand that the man liked risking — a little bit more than Namjoon would’ve expected, because Myungdae wasn’t the richest man around.
Hell, he wasn’t even close to that. He barely had enough money to keep a roof over his head and to put a meal for one person on his table — but just for one person.
Namjoon thinks that if Myungdae wasn’t dead, he would’ve had some fun with him. Just a little bit, enough to sate his growing anger.
He spends the next few hours diligently looking through each and every paper that Taehyung brought home, making sure not to miss any important detail or name mentioned, since everything could help them find who threatened the Casino, if Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi would come up empty handed.
⟷
At the Casino, Seokjin and Yoongi take their sweet time talking to every single person that was there at the moment of the attack, while Hoseok checks the hidden security cameras. He knew they would come in handy when he suggested placing them all around the Casino and even their home — since the usual security ones were too easy to hack into and didn’t offer enough protection.
So he chose to install small, hidden ones, that unless you knew of — which only the six of them know about — you wouldn’t even notice them, let alone be able to hack into them.
And now they’re coming in handy. They aren’t placed in the most helpful places, since they had to keep them hidden, but they were placed strategically, and now Hoseok couldn’t be more thankful for his brain.
He is quick to go into Namjoon’s office that he uses when at the Casino and log into his computer so he can access the hidden cameras. The screen pops up almost immediately when he logs in, and he’s quick to connect to them, twelve little boxes appearing on one page.
The clips are black and white, because Hoseok didn’t find it useful to invest in color cameras, and they’re all currently showing the casino live. Typing quickly on the keyboard, he puts up the recordings from today, starting with 7 a.m. when the first guards open the Casino. The orange haired man quickly skips the first hours till he gets at around 12 p.m., which is around the time the break in was announced.
He watches everything carefully. From 12 p.m. on the dot when the bartender pours his first drink, to the moment the back door is slammed open and everyone’s head snaps in that direction. He watches carefully as four masked people march inside, guns in their hands as they probably threaten everyone to get on the floor. Hoseok sees the bartender — Hu Minho, a trusted worker of them — getting down on the floor and sneakily pressing the emergency button that’s right under the counter, that gives a silent signal to every room in this Casino without being loud or obvious for the attackers to know, and that also sends a message to each of the owner’s phones, along with some other trusted people from their team.
The masked attackers bruised up some customers who didn’t want to get on the floor, and two workers who made the poor decision to try and run — Hoseok makes a mental note to take care of them after.
It seems like once everyone is on the floor, the attackers don’t start looking for money or expensive things — no. They each walk up to one person, that seems more important because of their different uniform, and say probably the same thing. The hybrid will be ours , before they nod at each other and run away through the back door.
Cursing under his breath, Hoseok pulls out the security footage from outside, checking to see if the cameras caught anything important, like any suspicious cars or people wandering around. However, the cameras cut off right before the attackers arrive, so Hoseok comes up empty handed.
There’s nothing that could help them find who they are, no clues or slip ups to be in their favor. The attackers are covered from head to toe, and their masks are plain black. The suits are all the same, as well as their boots. The guns are nothing too special, and their hands are covered in black gloves. They know what they’re doing, and they know how to stay hidden.
So when Hoseok walks outside of the offices and runs right into his boyfriends — who look just as desperate and hopeless like him —, Hoseok realizes the situation might be a little bit more dangerous and terrifying than they expected.
⟷
A few hours have passed since Namjoon walked inside his office, and he only realizes that when his phone vibrates with a text from Hoseok.
sunshine
we’re on our way home. jin hyung wants to stop and get some food, can you ask the boys what they want?”
me
when u guys left they were sleeping, but i’ll go check if they woke up
any luck?
sunshine
no. but we’ll talk home, i have some questions.
go wake up the boys anyways if they’re not awake yet.
me
i have some questions as well
ok i’m going now, hold on a lil
After pressing send, Namjoon shoves his phone in his back pocket and stands up with a groan, limbs stiff and back hurting from sitting down for so long. He’s been reading through papers and sorting the information for a good three hours now, not even noticing when the time passed.
He makes his way down to Jimin’s room, not bothering to knock before pushing the door open and peeking through, heart melting at the sight in front of him. The three of them are still sleeping, except this time Jimin and Taehyung are next to each other while Jeongguk is somehow lying on top of them, his ears in their faces, but seemingly not bothering them at all.
He takes a pic again, because he just can not help himself, before he walks towards the right side of the bed, where Jimin is. He crouches down — like he always does when waking up his boyfriends — and brushes his fingers through Jimin’s hair.
“Jimin-ah…baby, wake up.” Namjoon murmurs, his voice a mere whisper, but enough for Jimin to stir awake.
When Jimin first got into this world, his fear and anxiety would keep him on edge at all times — even when sleeping. He would wake up at any sound, and would never get a proper sleep, which made him moody and irritated at all times. But with time, he learned how to loosen up and calm down, at least to get a proper sleep. And now, many years later and after many trials and errors, Jimin can sleep through most small things.
Except for voices. Which is why when he hears Namjoon’s voice, he wakes up almost in an instant.
His eyes flutter open, and the first thing he registers is the heavy weight on top of him, and then the fur in his mouth. He frowns and groans, confused, but then Namjoon comes into his sight, and he calms down.
“Hyung, what is it?” he asks sleepily, so warm and comfortable that he wants nothing more but to go back to sleep and ignore all of his duties — even though this is not even a little bit possible.
“Hi baby,” Namjoon smiles, dimples and all, and Jimin’s heart goes ‘swoosh!’ . “Jin hyung wants to stop and buy some take out and wants to know what you and the boys want.”
Trying to work through his daze, Jimin looks around him, and Taehyung’s sleeping face and Jeongguk’s body that’s half lying on top of him, and shrugs. “Whatever they want, I’m okay with anything.” he murmurs, referring to the two boys who make his heart melt even while sleeping.
Namjoon hums, and stands up. “Help me wake them up?”
“Okay,” Jimin murmurs. “You wake up Tae, I’ll wake up Jeongguk. He gets a little bit anxious when waking up,” he informs the older man, who simply nods in understanding.
“I guess it was to be expected…there’s a lot of trauma behind those big eyes. It will take him some time to either get over it or learn how to live with it.” Namjoon says as he circles the bed to get on Taehyung’s side, before reaching to wake him up as well, while Jimin gets on waking Jeongguk up.
He rubs his hand on the hybrid’s back, and gently moves his ears out of the way, before murmuring a soft ‘jeonggukie, wake up darling’. The hybrid’s ears twitch, but he shows no sign of waking up just yet.
Meanwhile, Taehyung grumbles awake, tired and annoyed from being woken up. “What?” he asks rather harshly, his voice raspy and deep, but it doesn’t faze Namjoon nor Jimin.
“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Namjoon laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss on Taehyung’s forehead, who promptly melts under the affection, any traces of annoyance nowhere to be seen.
“Hi hyung,” he murmurs sweetly, making Jimin scoff and shake his head.
“Two seconds ago you were reading to pick a fight with him because he woke you up,” Jimin snickers, to which Taehyung grimaces.
“It’s not true! Plus, it’s Namjoon hyung, I’d never fight him.”
“Yeah sure, except for when it comes to him interrupting you when playing Russian Roulette. Then it’s all men for themselves.”
“Can you blame me? I have a literal gun to my head and my hopes up in the sky. You think you’d be okay with being interrupted then?” Taehyung scoffs, scrunching up his nose at Jimin.
“Whether he does or not interrupt you, it’s not up to him if you win, so yes I can blame you. He’s not the one spinning the cylinder or putting the gun to your head,” Jimin grumbles, sticking out his tongue at his boyfriend.
“While I love listening to your bickering every time you wake up, I think we have something, or rather, someone else to focus on right now,” Namjoon chimes in, tilting his head towards Jeongguk who is now seeming to wake up, eyes fluttering open.
“Why did you stop them, hyung? It was fun to hear them bicker,” Jeongguk mumbles right before breaking into a big yawn, making the three men giggle.
“I’m sorry precious, but Hoseok is waiting for an answer from me. Jin hyung wants to stop and get some take out for us and wants to know what you guys want to eat.” he says, helping Jeongguk get up from Taehyung and Jimin without hurting the two men.
“Dunno…whatever hyung wants,” the bunny replies, earning a laugh from Namjoon.
“And hyung said whatever you guys want, so c’mon, think of something.”
“Tell him to just get some pizza or some McDonalds, it’s the safest choice,” Taehyung suggests, earning an approving hum from Jimin.
Namjoon nods, pulling out his phone, but before replying to Hoseok’s text, he eyes Jeongguk. “What do you say, precious? Would any of that be okay?” he questions, earning a small shrug from the bunny.
“I never had any…so I don’t know,” he murmurs shyly, somehow embarrassed that he never had those foods, because the hyungs seem to eat them pretty often, since Taehyung said it would be the safest choice for them all.
Jimin gasps and Taehyung stares at him as if he just grew another ear, all while Namjoon shakes his head while tutting. “Oh my…just wait for Hoseokie and Yoongi hyung to hear that. They’ll stuff you full with every single thing possible.”
“That if Jin hyung will let them,” Taehyung laughs, standing up from the bed to stretch his limbs, feeling stiff and sore all over, probably because of the new weight that was on top of him.
“But even better, why don’t you call Seokie hyung instead of texting him? And put him on speaker!” Jimin suggests, jumping from the bed right next to Namjoon, taking his phone from his hand without any remorse, the older man letting him do as he pleases.
He always indulges in anything the youngest ones want. Sue him.
Jimin smiles widely as he presses ‘call’, then holds the phone between them as Hoseok picks up immediately.
“Finally managed to wake up the boys?” Hoseok’s voice is heard from the other line, and for a reason unbeknownst to him, Jeongguk gets shivers down his spine.
“In our defense, it was a good, needed sleep,” Jimin rushes to reply, making Hoseok cackle.
“I’m sure it was, Minie. Now c’mon, what do you guys want to eat? Jin hyung is waiting for a response.” the man asks, holding his palm up when Seokjin eyes him questiongly.
“Before we answer, can you put us on speaker, hyung?” Taehyung chimes in, coming closer to the phone and clinging to one of Namjoon’s arms.
Hoseok hums, then does as told. “Alright, you’re on speaker.” a pause, then, “Yoongi hyung asks why you wanted to put you on speaker.” he says quickly as he shrugs to Yoongi’s fast moving hands.
“We’ll let you hear for yourselves! C’mere, Jeonggukie, tell ‘em what you told us!” Taehyung says, taking the phone closer to the hybrid, who eyes him unsure.
“Is it that important?” he asks in a small voice, to which Namjoon simply shrugs, defeated, while Taehyung and Jimin nod rapidly.
“Hi sweetheart,” Hoseok says sweetly, smiling when he hears Jeongguk’s voice on the phone.
“What is it that you want to tell us, little one?” Seokjin hurries to ask, uneasiness creeping into his chest as seconds pass and there’s no response coming.
“It’s…it’s not important,” Jeongguk pouts, scrunching up his nose when Taehyung and Jimin nod again, as if ‘yes it is’. “It’s just…hyungs suggested food, but I said I never tried it so I don’t know…” he mumbles, and the three men can hear the pout behind his words, to which Seokjin and Yoongi coo silently.
“What did you guys suggest?” Hoseok asks, now curious to know what the bun hasn’t tried yet, even though he thinks there are a lot of things he hasn’t tried — or experienced.
“Pizza and McDonalds!” Jimin hurries to say. “Can you believe he never had any? Can you?” Jimin asks, sounding almost indignated, just as the rest of them.
“Yoongi hyung says he can. Meanwhile Jin hyung…by the look on his face, I think he’s about to buy the rights to McDonalds today.” Hoseok laughs, loud and colorful like always, and Jeongguk’s ears twitch at the sound of the most melodic laugh he’s ever heard.
“Well then, we’ll be waiting for you,” Namjoon says, taking his phone from the boys. “Take care on the way home, I love you,” he says, Jimin and Taehyung immediately following and screaming the same thing on the phone, while the three men on the other side struggle to reply while laughing.
Namjoon hangs up then, smiling as he shoves his phone in his back pocket. “Well then precious, I hope you’re ready to eat till you can’t move,” the man jokes, ruffling Jeongguk’s hair as the bunny’s ears twitch happily. He’s always ready to eat, now that he has food almost all the time. Who knows when they’ll take it away from him? He doesn’t want to risk missing out on it.
The hybrid nods, “I am, hyung. But I have a question…” he murmurs, trailing off at the end, unsure if he’s allowed to ask about it.
However, the three men look more than ready to give him an answer to anything, so after Jimin says ‘ask away, darling’ , he asks, “What is Russian Roulette?”
“Right, explain that one now, smart pants,” Jimin grumbles towards Taehyung, who gulps and looks at Namjoon for help.
“Don’t look at me, I’m not helping you. You two did this to yourselves.” the older man says.
“Oh well, now how do I explain this…”