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Jeongguk was sitting on the couch in the living area of the dorms, intently collecting the SD cards from his cameras. He grabbed the last one off the coffee table and popped the card holder open, carefully extracting the memory card. Jeongguk rounded up all his equipment and took everything into his at home studio.
The maknae set his things on his desk and flopped into his swivel chair. He inserted each SD card, moving all his files over into their designated folders on his desktop. When he got to the last memory card, there were several video files he didn’t recognized. Maybe they were things he’d left on there by mistake.
His curiosity got the best of him, so he opened one of the shorter clips, to hopefully jog his memory. When the file opened, Jeongguk was met with heavy panting and whimpers that sounded oddly like one of his Hyungs, Yoongi, whimpering. As the video refocused, Jeongguk turned bright red.
It was definitely Yoongi’s body, no question about it. He was naked, bruises flourishing from dark red, to a light purple covered his lower body. The color contrast was so alluring, yet it looked painful. The head of someone’s penis looked to be prodding at Yoongi’s ass, whines becoming louder and heaving breaths even louder.
Jimin’s hoarse voice cut in, “You’re doing so well Yoongi-Hyungie.”
Grunts from the dancer ensued shortly after, while Yoongi’s mewls started to sound more desperate.The video continued as the couple’s session did. Jeongguk was both perplexed and slightly turned on by the events that were being showed to him. His watched the video to the end, unsure as to why. It was kind of gross the more his thought about it.
He just watched two people he was close to, whom he looked up to as older brothers, screwing! The man shook his head, trying to shake the video from his mind, as if it would fly out one of his ears. He shoved his hand in his hands and he just sat there, contemplating his life choices. Then, like fire being lit, he had an idea. His head shot up and a mischievous smile etched onto his face.
The true fun, had only begun.
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Yoongi and Jimin were cuddling together in the privacy of Yoongi new room. The two eldest of the group decided they needed their own spaces, so the company helped make the arrangements to change rooms.
Jimin had his arms secured protectively around his Hyung’s waist. They’d come back from dance practice, showered, and changed into comfy clothes. It was something so simple, so domestic, but the pair loved cuddling more than anything else.
Yoongi kept fighting the drowsiness that taunted him, shuffling around in Jimin’s arms as he forced his eyes open.
Jimin sighed, “Hyung, why don’t you just give in and rest? You’re obviously exhausted.”
Yoongi mewled sleepily, “Nooo!”
He didn’t like saying it aloud all the time, but Yoongi loved cuddling to no end; especially if it was with his Jiminie. The elder had this weird thing with cuddling though. He never wanted to fall asleep because, in his mind he can’t feel Jimin’s presence as strongly and therefore can’t enjoy their snuggles to the fullest extent.
“Sugar, you always do this. Everytime we cuddle you fight to stay awake, as if you’re going to miss something,” Jimin coos.
“But… I could,” Yoongi mumbled into his arm. Jimin giggled softly, nuzzling gently into the back of his Hyung's neck. The younger started to pepper butterfly kisses wherever he could reach.
Yoongi shivered, but leaned into his lovers’ touch. All was peaceful and quiet. The couple was on the brink of sleep, when, Jimin's phone blared it's notification sound. Yoongi whined in protest, trying to follow Jimin's form as he rolled over to grab his phone.
The your unlocked his phone and investigated who had bothered their snuggle time. It was an email, from an unknown address. Jimin was both intrigued and concerned to open the email. It wasn’t the first time someone had found one of the guys’ personal email addresses and sent viruses.
His curiosity got the better of him. Jimin tapped on the email, which brought up a blurb of text and a video file.
‘Enjoy… Next time, be careful where you leave your personal SD card.’
Jimin bit his lip while simultaneously turning as pale as his lover beside him. He’d knew exactly what the anonymous sender was referring to. The dancer had forgotten to take the memory card out of the camera after one of his and Yoongi’s sessions. The elder had got on him about it and he promised to do it, but it completely slipped his mind after that night.
Yoongi was going to kill him.
As if he could read his mind, the older rolled over to face Jimin and asked grumpily, “ What is it?”
Jimin swallowed thickly and replied, “Uh-h, well…” He bit his lip again, “I’ll let you see for yourself.”
The youth handed the phone to his lover and started to fidget with the rings on his fingers. Yoongi glanced between Jimin and the phone, it took a moment for him to recognize the thumbnail on the file.
“Are you fucking serious!?” Yoongi exclaimed, Jimin sunk even deeper into the bed.
“I-I’m sorry Hyung, I… I must’ve forgotten to take the SD card out, last time we used it.”
“Obviously,” Yoongi sneered. The he asked, “Do you realize how bad this could be? Literally anyone could have this file. Jeongguk, Taehyung, Seokjin, on of the editors, one of the staff.”
“I know, I know, I messed up really bad. I’m sorry,”
“Sorry doesn’t fix this now though Jimin. Plus, it’s not like it’s solely my ass on the line here, you were in the video, heel you shot it! The elder sighed heavily rubbing at his eyes. He looked up and saw the youngers distress. He dropped the phone on the bed and grabbed Jimin’s hands, thumbing over his knuckles softly. Yoongi parted his lips and relented, “Damn it, you’re not fully to blame, I’m at fault too. I could’ve easily checked myself, but I didn’t. I should’ve been a responsible Hyung and I wasn’t.”
Yoongi pulled Jimin into a hug and lightly pett his hair. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was worried. If the editor team had the file, or if one of the other guys had the file and their systems were hacked, the file could be found and used against them as blackmail. Not only that, but if the company's team had access to their personal video, they could get in trouble. It was heavily advised by PD-nim in their contracts that they shouldn’t engage in romantic relationships, especially with each other. They’d been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, though it seemed that some of their staff were already suspicious.
“Is it bad that I want to watch it?” Jimin’s voice came out small and muffled through Yoongi’s shirt.
The elder chuckled, “Not at all.”
Yoongi grabbed the phone and nudged the younger’s arm with it. Jimin untangled himself form their hug and took the phone in his hands. He downloaded and opened the video, all while holding his breath.
The video started out normal, eventually the noises grew louder. Jimin had shuffled around so that he was in Yoongi’s lap, his arms loosely around Jimin’s middle. So, when the whimpers and whines started, He felt the grip around his waist tightly. The elder had his chin rested on top of the dancer’s shoulder, his ears and neck beginning to feel warm. Jimin giggled at the whole situation, but there was a certain noise that made the youth stiffen, while Yoongi on the other hand, started to chortle.
When the video cut to Jimin penetrating Yoongi, there was a squeaky noise, but not just any squeaky sound. It was the specific squeaky used in all of their BTS Run episodes. The running joke between the guys was that anything Jimin did there was a squeak just around the corner. Apparently the joke bled into the workplace, the editors instantly latching onto their inside joke.
The faster Jimin would thrust in the video, the faster the squeaks got. It got to the point where they couldn’t even hear Yoongi’s moans and whines anymore, just squeaks. Yoongi practically rolled off the bed, with Jimin still in his arms, he’s been laughing so hard.
Jimin fussed and swatted at Yoongi, begging “Hyung! It’s not funny, stop laughing! This embarrassing… Hyung please stop!”
After a few more laughs, the rapper composed himself the best he could, wiping the corners of his eyes. He hugged Jimin tighter and snuggled his face into the dancer’s neck. He left a few small pecks before he said, “I’m sorry Jiminie, it was just really funny. I wasn’t making fun, I promise.”
Jimin grumbled, but refused to accept his apology. The elder nuzzled into Jimin neck a bit more and mouthed at his neck. He left wet kisses and a few red marks in his wake. The youth squirmed and bit back his soft noises. He didn’t hold back his whimper, however, when Yoongi pulled away.
“Please forgive me Jimin-ah. I’ll be really sad if your mad at me.” He paused, giving his lover a chance to speak. When he got no response he cooed, “I love you…”
Finally Jimin caved and answered, “Fine, I suppose I can’t be too upset.” He sighed and admitted, “And I suppose it was a little funny.”
The rapper squealed with glee and swayed them back and forth, peppering small kisses all over Jimin’s neck and the cheek he could reach. Jimin turned himself around and kissed Yoongi softly. He curl up in his Hyung’s arms, settling into his warm as he drifted off.
Before he completely fell asleep his murmured, “I love you Hyung.”
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The next morning, they were in the BTS Run studio, taking a small break from filming. Jimin and Yoongi was crouched down against a nearby wall, chatting and subtly flirting. Out of nowhere, Jeongguk and Taehyung came sauntering over to them, big shit-eating grins on the faces, their hands behind their backs.
Yoongi huffed in annoyance and looked off in another direction. Jimin glared up at the two boys and asked, “ What are you two up to? What do you want?”
The two youngest looked at each other and snickered. Jimin stood upright and folded his arms, Yoongi following not to long after, his hands stuffed in his pockets. There were two things Jimin hated, being left out of something he feels he should be aware of and being laughed at for his ignorance.
Before he could open his mouth to interrogate the two men again, they pulled their hand from behind their backs. In their hands, one squeaky hammer each. They pushed one into Jimin’s hands and one into Yoongi’s before they quickly ran off. Jimin looked at the hammer in his hands, confusion flickered across his features for a split second before-
“Yah! You morons!” He threw the hammer down angrily, “It was you two wasn’t it!”
Yoongi still looked between Jimin, the two Maknae, and the hammer in his hands. Jimin turned around to face him, face already flushed red in aggravation.
“It was those two idiots or rather Jeongguk who sent that video last night!”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, then he burst out laughing. He dropped the hammer and almost fell on his ass, with how hard he started to laugh. Jimin groaned, but his attention was immediately focused in on Taehyung and Jeongguk. He ran after them yelling mostly empty threats, as the two ran around the set laughing like mad men. Meanwhile the noonas were yelling after the three boys to settle down and not to break something or mess their hair up.
Namjoon and Hoseok looked more than confused, glancing at each other and shrugging. Seokjin shook his head and looked over at Yoongi. He mouthed at him ‘You nasties’ which made Yoongi cackle even harder. He knew that Jin knew about the situation, he couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed though.
By then end of it, Yoongi had a stitch in his side from laughter, Jimin was seething, and Taehyung and Jeongguk were afraid to sleep that night.
This is why you must always be aware of where you leave your
personal
belongings.