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“Shit!” Namjoon swore as he entered the room. The other five guys paused their meal, looking up at their boss. Noodles were even hanging out of Tae’s mouth. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck with a hand. His suit jacket stretched, showing off his long lines.
“Well, what is it?” Jin asked. He kept eating, not letting disaster come between him and his food.
“Minhan just quit on us,” Namjoon explained. Now everyone was swearing. Namjoon held up a hand, thick rings inlaid with opals and sapphires catching the light. It looked wildly out of place against the small, dirty kitchen and the many cups of ramyeon noodles and old takeout boxes lining the counter. “Now, now, I know it’s last minute, but the kid had a good reason. His grandma had a heart attack and he had to catch the evening bus. He doesn’t know when he’ll be back, and he thinks his ma wants him home for a while. Be there for the family and all that.”
“That’s understandable,” Tae spoke up. He had taken off time last year for his grandmother’s illness and funeral. He slurped some more ramyeon and seemed unconcerned about Namjoon’s dilemma. The boss gave Tae an indulgent smile, for this very nature of Taehyung’s was what made him a popular request.
“The problem,” Namjoon continued, “is now we have an opening and our customers won’t be happy. Especially Minhan’s girls.”
Jin and Tae kept eating, but the others all winced. They all knew how popular Minhan had been. Being a bodybuilder for his day job, the muscular guy with a mop of curly hair had been a big favorite. Jimin frowned, wondering how Namjoon was going to handle this dilemma. Good thing Namjoon was the boss and not him.
“Let’s just apologize for the inconvenience,” Yoongi spoke up. He was their boss as well, but just under Namjoon. “We’ll let Minhan’s regulars have a free night on us, with two drinks on the house. That should placate them. We can put out a ‘now hiring’ ad in the paper and online tomorrow. When the right guy comes along, everyone will forget Minhan, I bet.”
“Plus,” Jin interrupted, “I’m so handsome that I’m sure all of Minhan’s clients will become mine.”
Jimin and Tae rolled their eyes at each other. Hoseok spoke in a flat monotone. “Oh my gawd.”
Twenty minutes later, the boys had brushed their teeth, smoothed back their hair, and stepped into the main room to start the evening. At nine o’clock sharp, Sejin the bouncer opened the doors, unlocked the thick, red velvet rope, and let the customers into the room.
Bangtan Boys was open for business.
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Despite Minhan’s noticeable absence - an entire table was empty - business was going well. The other six had taken over the regulars, with most of them ending up at Jin’s table, as he had predicted.
“Ah, you are so beautiful,” Jin crooned to one girl. “Even more than me!”
He blew her a kiss and she sighed dreamily, sinking lower into her seat. Five other girls yelled, “Blow me a kiss, too!”
Jin did so in quick succession, knocking each one out.
Over at Tae’s table, he was playing with one of his client’s babies. The nine-month-old bounced on his knee and Tae kept cooing at the wee thing. The other women watched with big smiles and hearts in their eyes.
“Hmm, I think five children is a good number,” Tae told them. “I mean, I would like even more than that, but it will depend on my wife.”
The women were practically swooning. Tae then turned his beautiful face on each of them, giving them a serious look with just a hint of a smirk. “It also depends on many times my wife and I do it.”
The women screeched, clasping each other’s hands and arms. Tae gave his trademark grin, pleased at their reaction.
Jimin sat at his table with a woman on either side. They were fawning over him, complimenting his smiles. “Your eyes are so cute when you smile!”
“No, your cheeks are so cute when you puff them out!”
“No, his eyes!”
“No, his cheeks are the best part!”
The two women glared at each other. Jimin held up his hands and looked at them with a completely serious look. “Ladies, ladies, there’s no need to fight. I don’t like it when I hear such angry voices.”
The women around his table shivered at the way his eyes were hard as ice and his body all tense. The two girls fighting quickly apologized. Jimin immediately smiled and held their hands, bringing both together under his. The three of them held hands and the women thought an angel was touching them. They stared at him with awe.
He broke out in his glorious smile, “Isn’t this better?”
A sigh went around the table and all tension left. The women relaxed, happy they had witnessed his mochi smile, even though they had all secretly liked the way he had scolded them. When Jimin had a serious look on his face, it sent shivers down their spine - in a good way.
Hoseok’s booth was full of smiles and sunshine, too. He was currently singing a song for one of the girls, “You are my girl!” he sang in a slightly raspy voice. He produced a rose and a wide smile. The girl blushed and accepted it. Hoseok finished the song and the others clapped their hands.
“I have a funny story!” one of the girls announced. She was a little shy, but under Hoseok’s adoring gaze, she gathered the courage. She told the story and had everyone crying with laughter, especially Hoseok. His cheerful face gave everyone high spirits and the women ordered more alcohol - lots of bubbly, please!
Yoongi’s table was the complete opposite of Hoseok’s. If the women were laughing it up in Hobi’s presence, the women at Yoongi’s booth liked hearing his low, gravelly tones, especially if he was speaking seriously or in a scolding-like way.
“Why’d you wear that dress, Mina?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and dangerous. She leaned into him. His eyes ran up and down her body, taking in every detail. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “If you dress like that, how can I keep my hands off of you?”
“Oh, Oppa!” the girl gasped. She clasped her hands together and sighed happily. It did not matter that Yoongi said similar scandalous things to each girl present, but he ripped them apart for hair, makeup, clothes, boyfriends, their problems at work or with family and friends … and then ended with some little comment about what he wanted to do to them or say to them. Or how they ought to be treated better by others. The women ate it up, leaning close to better hear his every word. Yoongi’s women were a different breed.
Namjoon’s, too. If Yoongi was a little rough, Namjoon was a little deep. One of his regulars was a math teacher who would bring him “genius” level questions. The women would quietly drink and eat their food, all waiting while Namjoon studied the question at hand. They loved the way his face look all serious - he was most delicious when he was serious - then he would go “ah ha!” and would explain to them how to solve the problem. When he talked, they swooned. Some of them understood … some did not. That was not the point, though, for they simply loved the way he talked so passionately and so confidently about these things. How his hands moved through the air and his face erupted in cute dimples and smiles whenever he happily solved a problem and explained the answer to them.
These were the men of Bangtan Boys, the hippest host club in all of Seoul. The women flocked there every night, adoring the men they loved.
All save one table, which now sat empty.
Namjoon, so help him, got the idea halfway through the night. He first thought of it when Jungkook, Jin’s little brother, walked by. He was a popular favorite with everyone there, men and women alike. He was their waiter and their busboy. The one who took orders, delivered bottles of wine, poured them with a white cloth draped over one arm, the other arm behind his back like a gentleman. The Bangtan Boys would pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair, with the women complimenting his shy smile until Jungkook turned red and ran away, the women laughing as he left.
Mostly he stayed in the background. The women might raise a hand to get his attention, they might smile as they tipped him, but they rarely noticed him. Jungkook wasn’t meant to be noticed, of course. His job was to stay in the shadows and be a background figure. He was meant to serve and help, not distract from the other men.
But so help him, Namjoon noticed him that evening.
“Hell no!” Jin told him later, once the club was closed and all the customers gone. “Where in hell did you get that idea and why on earth did you think it would be okay!? There is no way I would ever let my sweet Jungkook be a host!”
“He would be perfect!” Namjoon tried to persuade him.
“He really would,” Yoongi agreed quietly. The Sunshine Line all nodded their heads, their faces serious. Jin looked at all of them and swore loudly.
“Over my dead body!” Jin yelled at them. “Never would I let you parade around my kid brother just to keep your place running. He’s too good and innocent to be a host! The customers would eat him alive!”
“Exactly!” Namjoon grinned like a cat with a canary. “Can you just imagine how popular we’d become if we had a barely legal kid - one as good looking as Jungkook - and put him in a suit and maybe some bunny ears? If we sat him at the table and he had to say ‘hyung’ and ‘noona’ and gave everyone his sweet bunny smile?”
Everyone in the room thought about it. An image of darling Jungkook wearing bunny ears and a bowtie popped up in their heads.
“C-c-cute!” they all cried.
Even Jin’s face grew softer as he imagined his little brother with big eyes and a precious smile. Then he scowled. “So help me, Namjoon, but I’ll quit if you hire Jungkook!”
The next night, when Jin walked into the back room to get ready for work, Jungkook was already wearing a tuxedo and already waiting for him. Jin sighed loudly. “That evil snake got to you then, did he?”
“Hyung,” Jungkook said, his eyes big as he worried about Jin’s response, “this job pays more. I could make more money.”
“But I’m really popular here and already make enough money for both of us!” Jin protested. “And you’re already making decent money as a waiter and busboy!”
“This is more money,” Jungkook said. He paused and then added, “Plus, this way you can finally get your masters instead of working that boring day job.”
Jin paused, the temptation and the look in Jungkook’s eyes too much to ignore.
“Fine,” Jin muttered. “Then get ready to be eaten alive.”
Jungkook grinned and Jin turned away upset. He knew his brother was old enough to make his own decisions in life, but it pained him to think of Jungkook selling himself like this.
The night started a little different than usual. The women were first ushered in, but other waiters prevented them from sitting in their normal spots at their favorite tables. Instead, darkness covered the room and bright spotlights shone on the little stage that stood at the far end.
“Oh my!” one woman said.
“What’s this?” one of the few male customers asked.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Namjoon spoke into the mic, “tonight we have a new Bangtan Boy. Please give a warm welcome to Jeon Jungkook!”
The boy shyly stepped forward. He squinted against the bright lights and his bowtie was a little crooked. Mixed reactions went up from the crowd. Some were surprised to see the little waiter Jungkook all dressed up. Others were interested, covering their mouths with hands while they gossipped with their neighbors. Some of the clients, however, grumbled and complained. Was business so bad that the Bangtan Boys had to hire high school students these days?
Tae grinned at the reactions, though, and noticed Jungkook’s nervousness. He slapped Jungkook’s ass loudly, knocking him forward a step. Jungkook stumbled and whipped around to scowl at Tae. A small murmur and light laughter filled the room. Tae gave a grin and put up both hands like he had scored a goal. The laughter came even louder and everyone noticeably relaxed.
The evening continued then. The spotlights turned off and the lower house lights came back on, mostly chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, candles on the tables, and sconces along the maroon walls. All the clients made their way to their favorite host’s table, settling in for a night of flirting and drinking.
The boys gathered around in a circle pow-wow, their arms around each other’s shoulders like usual, blocking out the rest of the world. Jungkook took Minhan’s spot, and the other six boys could not help but notice how natural it felt. Like Jungkook belonged more than the other guy had. Like he had belonged all along.
“Don’t be nervous,” Namjoon told Jungkook. “You’ll be great. I bet you’ll have them eating out of the palm of your head by the end of the night.”
“You’re a natural!” Tae exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Jimin added, “I fell for you the first time I saw you.”
“Just be adorable and cute!” Hoseok cheered him on. “It’s your natural talent.”
“I might be handsome, but you’re good looking, too,” Jin added. “It runs in the family and although you’ll never be as handsome as me, you’re better looking than these other guys.”
“Hey!” Jimin and Tae protested at the same time. Jin just shrugged and Jungkook let out a little giggle.
“That’s the way!” Hoseok said right away. “You just smile and giggle like that and everyone will want to sit at your table. Older women eat up that cute style.”
Jungkook nodded. Namjoon put his hand in the middle and they did their famous cheer. “Bangtan, Bangtan, Bang-Bangtan!”
Five of the members dispersed, heading down to the tables where their customers waited. Jungkook paused, though, nervous. He shuffled awkwardly and played with his cuff link. Yoongi, who had noticed, stayed behind as well.
“Nervous, kid?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He stepped forward and started straightening Jungkook’s bowtie.
“Of course. I don’t know anything about men or women or flirting or romance.”
“Look,” Yoongi told him, “it’s not about knowing something. You think any of us know what we’re doing? Pah! As if! You just go out there and be someone you’re not. That’s how I do it. You think I like being the ‘cold one’ of the group?”
“But you ARE the cold one of the group,” Jungkook stressed. He knew Yoongi was a softie at heart, but he was also the most blunt one when it came down to it.
Yoongi froze as if shocked to hear the truth and then chuckled. “Okay fine, maybe that’s really me. But look, kid, if you don’t want to be cute, then don’t be. Be whoever you want to be. Just act like you mean it and you’ll be fine. Now, go get ‘em!”
Jungkook nodded, made a nervous “brrrr” sound with his lips, as if warming them up, and with a distracted air, left the stage. Yoongi watched for a moment and just about fell over as Jungkook took two steps and then his whole persona changed.
“Oh shit,” Yoongi muttered, “I’ve created a monster.”
Jungkook walked with a cocky little stride, his usual bounce completely gone. Instead, he walked smoothly. He still fiddled with his cuff link, but instead of looking nervous, he looked liked James Bond walking into a ballroom. A sort of hush fell over the room as Jungkook strode across the room to what was now his table. All of the Bangtan Boys shot worried looks at each other, and all of the clients’ mouths dropped open. This was not some kid, but a tall, handsome man.
Jungkook looked over the situation as he reached his zone. Like all of the other tables, the round table had a booth along the backside and dining chairs on the other. The Bangtan Boy would usually sit in the middle of the booth. The most favored and fought over seats of the night were the ones on the booth, sitting right next to the host on his either side. Jungkook frowned as he saw the whole bench already occupied.
“Move,” he said, not using honorifics. Everyone gasped at the rudeness and one young man shivered.
The girls already sitting on the booth bench squeaked and panicked, not knowing what to do with this strange, new creature. They stood up from the table and stood awkwardly to the side as Jungkook slid into the booth seat at the back. He had it all to himself. The cherry red color looked good next to his sharp tuxedo and slick red lips.
Jungkook leaned back, his arms spread out along the back of the seat. He put his nose in the air, just a little, and looked down it at the people around him. Women from other tables were slowly coming over, just to watch what would happen next. The entire club seemed entranced by the youngest of them all.
“Now,” Jungkook said, arms still sprawled to either side, “which one of you thinks they are worthy of sitting next to me?”
He put his tongue in his cheek and gave them a cocky little smirk. The rest of the Bangtan Boys stared in complete shock. Jimin’s mouth had fallen open, Hoseok was grinning widely, and Tae’s eyes had gone so big the woman next to him was laughing and trying to take a picture with her smart phone. Nearby, Yoongi was still swearing under his breath, Namjoon was calculating how much money this might bring in, and Jin was fuming mad. How dare they sit by his Jungkookie!? How dare his Jungkook act like a little shit? Jin had not raised him that way!
The hyungs tried to pay attention to their clients then. Tried to ignore Jungkook. Tried not to watch him out of the corner of their eyes.
But Jungkook was proving quite distracting for everyone in the club.
“I want to sit by you!” one woman exclaimed. She wore a tight black dress, showing off all her curves and her long, bare legs. Jungkook slowly looked her over, running his eyes over her body. He smiled and his tongue flicked out ever so sightly.
“Oh god!” grunted another woman, clutching her friend’s hand for support.
“I don’t know …” Jungkook said, staring the first woman in the eyes. He narrowed them slightly and the customers could not help but think that was what he would look like when he was all hot and bothered, serious and sweaty. He licked his lips. “I think you’re incredibly beautiful, but can you handle sitting so close to me?”
He gestured to himself, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket in the process. He wore a white shirt underneath and everyone could see his pronounced pecs and hard nipples.
“I wish I had never introduced him to the gym,” Jin muttered under his breath from the other side of the room. The two always worked out together and in the past three months, Jungkook had put on a lot of muscle.
“He’s so sexy …” one of Jin’s regulars sighed dreamily. Jin gave her a hard look and squeaked, “Ah, sorry, Jin! I mean, you’re sexy, too … but I think I want to go over there and sit by Jungkook … maybe ran a hand down his chiseled abs …”
She stood up from the table and went to the other side, where a crowd had gathered. Two of Jin’s other clients joined her, his table growing smaller and smaller by the minute. Jin sighed, irritated.
Jungkook had allowed the one woman to sit by him. She immediately tried to run her fingers through his hair. Jungkook leaned back and held back her hand, grinning like a crazy fool. “Tut, tut, tut, madam. You’re moving much too fast for a young one like myself.”
He looked anything but young, the way he sat there smirking and smoldering. He gave her a lazy smile. “First we need another lucious woman to sit on the other side. Hmm … or perhaps another handsome young man. What do you think, madam? Would you like to sit between two hots guys?”
The woman who had been lucky enough to be allowed to sit by Jungkook gulped and quickly downed the entire glass of champagne in her hand. The other women around the table did not blame her. Jungkook watched with delighted eyes. His eyelids were narrowed, turning his big doe eyes into dark, simmering ones that promised gasping and groaning under silken sheets.
He turned his gaze to the cluster of gentlemen that stood to the right side of the large circle of women. They watched as he looked at them and bit his forefinger gently, nipping it ever so slightly. He smirked as one guy in particular squirmed, shifting from one foot to the other. They made eye contact and the guy visibly gulped.
“You,” Jungkook pointed to him with a finger. “Come here.”
He made a “come here” gesture with his finger. The man looked to the others for approval and when they nodded encouragement, he slowly slid into the booth, claiming the other available seat next to the sexy young man.
“Ahhhhh, that’s better,” Jungkook let out a low groan. He leaned back, one armed draped behind the young woman. The other arm he swung forward, letting it rest high on the upper thigh of the young man. Jungkook spread his own legs wide, and although the table covered most of him, everyone was imagining how wide he was spreading his legs. Jungkook leaned back with his head and looked at the crowd through his narrow eyes, enjoying how they hung on his every word.
“Now let’s get this party started!” Jungkook squeezed the upper thigh of the man, looked at the woman while biting his lower lip, and basically caused everyone to let out sighs and moans. He chuckled, enjoying the moment.
As the night wore on, the other Bangtan Boys grew more and more frustrated with a certain young man. To be fair, their irritation was more with the way others were fawning over Jungkook and less with the boy himself, although there was a certain level of fascination, jealousy, and annoyance with Mr. Playboy himself, too.
They did their best to concentrate on their own customers, they really did. But Jimin stopped telling his story mid-sentence when he looked across the room and saw Jungkook kissing the man next to him and rubbing the thigh of the woman on his other side, her breasts pushing into his bicep.
“Ahem!” Jimin coughed. He was sure his eyes were wide and round like a startled creature. He drank a glass of water and ended up coughing even more. The women at his table all leaned forward, asking, “Are you okay? Are you alright?”
No, he was not alright, he thought to himself. Not when a certain sexy young man was making out right in front of him. The kid had no shame.
Then, when Jungkook had his clients switch seats, Hoseok was the one to take notice. He was trying to maintain eye contact with his own ladies and gentlemen, but Jungkook had ordered a shrimp cocktail. Not that that was a bad thing, but the stupid boy would lift a shrimp to his mouth and then slowly bite into it, ripping off the crusty skin with obvious pleasure. The kid was closing his eyes and leaning back, allowing the whole room to watch as he moved the food around in his mouth, tongue bulging in his cheek before darting out to lick his sticky lips. Jungkook swallowed dramatically, and since he was leaning his head back, Hoseok could see the bob in his throat.
Hoseok gulped and suddenly felt thirsty for something stronger than water.
Jin was having his own difficulties, quite different from the other boys. His eyes kept darting to Jungkook and every time a woman leaned over to say something - and show her cleavage - Jin made a fist under the crisp white tablecloth. He kept up a steady stream of conversation with his own clients, smiling and nodding as he was supposed to, but one time, when a young man leaned over to Jungkook and started sucking on his neck, Jin openly scowled.
“Ooh, Jin-oppa!” the women cried. “You look so sexy when you’re angry! Ooh, be angry more often!”
Jin stared, shocked that the women who usually liked his cheerful nature and silly jokes were actually begging him to look at them with “stern looks” or “like you’re angry at me and want to punish me!”
He blamed Jungkook.
Namjoon started the evening calculating all the money they would earn that night, especially when the crowd at Jungkook’s table kept ordering more drinks. He started growing worried then. Were they trying to get Jungkook drunk? Should he … stop them?
He watched as a woman poured some champagne down the front of her dress, where it pooled between her ample bosom. She then shoved Jungkook’s head between her breasts, screaming in ecstasy as he lapped up the alcohol and his tongue fluttered against her skin. Namjoon felt his own body twitch in response.
Yoongi was having similar palpitations. It was Jungkook’s eyes more than anything else. The young man kept gazing around the room as if looking down on everyone. He was acting like a cocky little shit and Yoongi kept thinking it only made Jungkook look like the sexiest thing to ever walk the planet.
He tried to pay attention to the women around him, but one time they caught him staring at Jungkook with his mouth slightly open.
“You like that?” they asked, indicating Jungkook.
Yoongi turned his attention back to them. He smiled slyly. “Of course I do. You know my tongue can make you come, whether you’re a man or a woman. Wouldn’t you like to see me suck on his dick?”
The women moaned and one bit her bottom lip, a hand dipping under the table out of sight. Yoongi smirked and leaned back, enjoying the mess he had created. Now they were all imagining him and Jungkook in bed together - heck, he was imagining it - and, if anything, his women would be even more loyal to him than ever before.
Tae, the one sitting closest to Jungkook, had the unique opportunity to hear every single word Jungkook said to his crowd. He listened as Jungkook bit his bottom lip and let out a long moan when the jalapeno-cheese bites arrived on their table. He watched as Jungkook sensually bit into one, cheese trailing out of the corner of his mouth until a red tongue darted out and licked it up. Tae heard the smacking sounds of skin-on-skin whenever Jungkook indulged in skinship with a client. He watched as Jungkook dipped his finger into some chocolate pudding and loudly sucked all of the pudding off his finger before letting it loudly pop! out of his mouth.
“That’s it!” Tae announced. He abruptly stood up and left his own group behind. He marched behind Jungkook’s table and then tipped the boy’s head all the way back, holding him tightly with a fist in his hair. Tae bent over and indulged in a long kiss, using his long tongue to pry open Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook froze with surprise at first, but then pushed up to meet Tae’s tongue action. The youngest one let out a long groan as Tae pulled away. Tae found himself panting slightly.
“Oh my god, that was so hot,” one woman said to another. The male clients were shifting in their seats and Tae grinned at them, letting his tongue hang out a little.
“Uh, Ladies and Gentlemen,” Namjoon smoothly broke into the shocked silence, rising from his table to give a speech, “thank you so much for coming tonight. I’m afraid that’s the end of our time together this evening. I hope you had an enjoyable experience and will please come again. Have a safe trip home and a lovely night’s sleep! Please dream of us Bangtan Boys tonight!”
The crowd grumbled, but slowly moved towards the door as Sejin entered, looking tall and threatening. The women muttered, “Sleep? Yeah right! How can I sleep after all this action!”
A male client groaned to his friend, “I need a cold shower!”
The friend replied, “Oh, I’ll definitely be dreaming of the Bangtan Boys tonight!”
With everyone leaving, Jungkook turned off his playboy mode. He hopped to the other side of the room where the six hyungs were standing with their arms crossed, looking down on him. As he smiled and walked to them, and even his hair seemed to bounce with each step he took. The hyungs were not amused.
“What the hell was that!?” Jin demanded. “Were you trying to kill everyone tonight!?”
“You just about killed ME!” Jimin declared.
“I’m dead,” Tae said, touching his lips fondly as if tasting a memory. “But anytime you want to destroy me with those killer lips, let me know, JK.”
Jungkook looked at them confused. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“You made the room too hot,” Hoseok muttered. He stood off a bit, fanning himself. “All of that was way too sexy, kid.”
“Sexy?” Jungkook tilted his head. “I was just acting, like Yoongi-hyung advised me, too.”
As one, the boys turned to Yoongi, who put his hands up in surrender. “What!? I thought he was going to be this cute, bun-bun Jungkook, not I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good Jungkook!”
“Wait!” Jin held up a hand to get their attention. “Are you telling me that everyone here found themselves turned on by Jungkook? By this guy? This cute little kid brother of mine? Really?”
The other five all nodded and shifted from foot to foot under Jin’s stern gaze. Jimin leaned over to Tae and whispered, “No wonder Jin’s clients thought he looked sexy when he was angry.”
Tae nodded in agreement, licking his lips as he watched Jin’s face.
Jin turned and glared at Namjoon. “Even you, Joonie? Were you attracted to this kid, too?”
“Of course,” Namjoon answered with a shrug. “He was a sizzling sex pot. Who wouldn’t be turned on?”
Jin glared and then threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, fine! I give up! I get it! Jungkook’s a walking, talking, breathing, sex machine. Now, the five of you need to cool off or I’ll start dunking your heads in a bucket of ice water. Stop gaping at Jungkook with those lust-filled eyes!”
“Was I really that sexy?” Jungkook asked. He spoke in a cute tone, but his stance also looked three times taller, as if he had grown confident with all this info. “Huh …”
“Don’t get any ideas, kid!” Hoseok warned, pointing a finger at him. “None of us are gonna bone you like that.”
“Of course not!” Jungkook looked shocked at the idea. Then, an idea formed in his mind and he stuck his tongue in his cheek and smirked. Yoongi marveled that the kid could switch personalities in the blink of an eye like that. Jungkook smirked and said, “You only get to bone me if you all do it at once!”
“Jeon Jungkook!” all six hyungs shrieked in shock.
Jimin threw his wallet on the floor, Jin and Tae threw their hands in the air, Hoseok ran his eyes over Jungkook’s body from head to toe, Yoongi gulped and looked away, and Namjoon coughed and covered his flushed face with a hand.
Jungkook grinned. In a sing-song face he called out, “Just kidding~~~”
He smiled at all six of them innocently.
Namjoon cleared his throat and everyone looked to him. “Well, this has been a fun evening. Jungkook, you’re officially fired.”
“What!?” Jungkook’s voice rose on the end.
“Well, more like demoted. I’m going to give you your old job back. I think we’ll look for someone else to fill Minhan’s spot instead. You had a dazzling effect on everyone and were very … lucrative for our establishment, but for the health and well-being of everyone here, I think it’s best if you stick to being more of a background character from now.”
“Maybe he can wear the bunny ears when he works tomorrow night?” Hoseok asked hesitantly. Namjoon nodded his agreement and everyone smiled at the thought.
Jungkook, however, pouted.
“Aww, he’s so cute!” the hyungs cried out. They came to their pouting baby and wrapped arms around him, pinching his cheeks and squeezing his biceps playfully, ruffling his hair. Jungkook let out a giggle and was happy to let his hyungs coddle him. It was fun to be an International Playboy, but sometimes it was more fun to be everyone’s favorite bunny.