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Hoseok loved his maknae.
The boy had all the wit of being playful, was loving, and brought out his loudest laughs. Often the boy would sneak into his room, to spend time with him, to share new music or just to sniff his hair, and Hoseok simply couldn't be more touched.
And yes, he couldn't stop loving him even when the brat was unable to drop his bad habit of using his bed as a dining table either. The shameless boy would lie on his stomach with his sticky, sugary foods and snacks, right there, leaning back on his pillow, swinging his legs innocently as he left an entire army of crumbs and food on his clean sheets.
And Hoseok had been more than patient. He had cleaned up messes that were not his own and had never done anything but scold and give a couple of warning swats to the disastrous boy.
However, on a day like that, when he felt so exhausted from being stuck in the studio for so long with a bossy Namjoon and a sleep-deprived Yoongi, all he wished for was to go back to sleep peacefully in a clean and tidy bed.
Which, of course, due to his maknae, was not possible. As soon as Hoseok laid his weary head back on the feather pillow, he felt a viscous substance stick to his hair. He sat up with anger settling in his chest, only to find that what covered his hair and was now flattened on his pillow was raspberry jam.
"Jungkook-ah!" The shout nearly rattled the walls of the apartment. Jimin peeked curiously from his side of the room. Hoseok ignored the intrusive presence and bellowed, "Jungkook-ah, come here!"
The maknae stood in his doorframe ten seconds later, cheeks full and phone in hand.
"Yes, hyung?" He mumbled, chewing the sandwich in his mouth. His indifference to the whole situation set the rapper's anger on fire.
"There's jam on my pillow!" Hoseok accused, holding the pillowcase in his hand. "There's jam in my hair!"
Jungkook blinked, gave the rapper's bed a quick glance, then turned to him.
"Oh..."
"Oh?" The rapper furrowed his brow. "You were here, weren't you?"
Jungkook hesitated and Hoseok had to plead for his steely patience not to break. Was the boy seriously considering lying to him even when his lips were still glazed with jam?
"Well?" he insisted. Jungkook scratched his earlobe.
"Well, yes..."
"So then?" Hoseok bellowed. "Clean it up!"
"Sure." Jungkook shook the device in his hand. "Uhm... It' just that right now I'm playing, and..."
Hoseok raised an eyebrow.
"So?"
"Well... I'm almost done with this level."
Hoseok barely paid him any attention. He sat up and snatched his towel from the rack.
"I'm going to take a shower." He said, angrily. "When I get there I want everything clean, understand?"
Jungkook poked out his pink lip and lowered his black eyebrows in a pout.
"But..."
"Now, Jungkook." Hoseok gave him a stern look before leaving the room. Jungkook furrowed his brow. Grumbling and shuffling his feet, he made his way to the mattress and eyed the pink stain with disgust. He would have to change the sheets and that was something he had no desire to do for any reason.
Of course, he always had other options, and Jungkook was soon to discover that the next one was his favorite. A few wet wipes would help him with his predicament.
"What are you doing?" Jimin questioned, as he returned from the bathroom with a smiling gesture and a handful of wipes.
"Cleaning."
"You're making the stain bigger."
"No, I'm not."
"You're soaking the pillow, Jungkook."
"It'll dry."
Jimin shook his head. His maknae was toast and his butt surely was too.
"You know Hobi-hyung will be mad if he comes back and you still haven't changed the sheets, right?"
Jungkook knew that, but he also knew he didn't want to spend another minute of his valuable time running to the laundry room for clean sheets and covers.
" He told me to clean, not change his sheets." He excused himself, with a self-satisfied smile when he saw his work completed. The pink stain was gone, but now the Egyptian cotton was soaked and probably stickier than before. Jungkook took one last drag and simply flipped the pillow over.
Done.
Jimin let out an incredulous sigh at the sight. He had to restrain himself from laughing at the boy's wasted wit.
"Better not make Hobi-hyung mad."
It was a fair warning, but Jungkook decided to willingly ignore it. He had more pressing urgencies than letting his hyung intimidate him.
And he wanted to keep playing, so with the task finished, he made his way to his own bedroom and lay face down on his bed. He resumed his game and smiled happily as he completed his levels.
It didn't take long, however, and his tranquility was soon shattered as his name in the form of a shout came through the halls to his room. Jungkook sat up with watchful eyes, mindful of the noisy footsteps that traversed the halls to reach him.
Hoseok's hair was still wet when he entered his room and took the phone out of his hands.
"Hyung, I was playing!" he groaned, with a resentful frown. "Give it back!"
"Come here!" Hoseok said, waving his fingers at him. Jungkook swallowed, but obeyed. Hoseok entered his own room and then pointed to the bed. There was anger in his eyes.
"Can you tell me what this is?"
Jungkook hesitated.
"Your bed?"
The rapper turned him around by the wrist to give him a resounding slap on the thigh. The boy yelped, and threw his hands back.
"Don't play dumb right now, Jungkook-ah. Didn't I tell you to clean up?"
Jungkook frowned. Jimin's " I told you so " was barely just a quiet murmur, but he managed to hear it clearly.
"I cleaned up!" he complained, rubbing the sting.
"No! You just soaked my pillow!" He growled, incredulous. "I really can't believe you!"
Jungkook deepened his frown. He'd had every intention of getting rid of the evidence once he'd gotten bored enough of his game, and honestly, he'd hoped Hoseok would be satisfied with that.
"Go to the laundry room and get a clean set of sheets." Rapper ordered. Jungkook shook his head.
"But I already cleaned!" With all the new anger, Jungkook couldn't help but keep insisting, and god help him, he couldn't help but stomp on the floor either. Hoseok gave him a long, stern look.
"Do as I say."
"No!"
The rapper deepened his scowl and gave him a dangerous look.
"Well, if you don't want to do such a simple task maybe cleaning the kitchen will work out better for you." Hoseok sentenced. Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What?! No!" The protest was so loud that it wouldn't have been a surprise if everyone in the apartment had heard.
"Do you want to clean the bathroom too?" threatened Hoseok. Jungkook shook his head again. He didn't want to do any of those things!
"That's not fair!"
"You know what's not fair?" barked Hoseok. "That I can't even lie in my own bed because it's always full of your mess! Is it too much for me to ask you to clean up your messes?"
"I cleaned it up!" The maknae, like Hoseok, already had his cheeks burning with anger.
"That's not cleaning up, Jungkook-ah, and you know it well!"
"If you don't like it, then clean up your own shit!"
Hoseok's eyebrows shot up at the same time Jimin let out a silent gasp. The blond had given up any further pretense of being ignorant to the whole thing and was now watching everything with watchful eyes.
"Do you want to repeat that?" it was a warning. Or an invitation. Jungkook felt very brave and very committed to show his disagreement. He decided to act against his better judgment and let his impudence out when he raised mischievous eyes and repeated in a loud voice:
"I told you to clean up your own shit!"
Hoseok gave him a long, torturous look that made his stomach twist before striding angrily out of the room. For a moment Jungkook felt so self-conscious he didn't know what to do, he turned to Jimin as if looking for an answer, but the dancer looked as expectant as he was.
It was when Hoseok entered again with the deadly weapon in his hands that Jungkook jumped out of his own skin and abandoned his conviction to fight for his justice. He sat up with as much haste as he could and sought shelter in the only safe place in the entire room. Jimin let out a shriek as the slippery maknae threw behind his back.
"Hyung, no! Sorry!" Jungkook shouted, all sass slipping out of him. "I'll clean it up! I'm sorry!"
Jimin desperately tried to get out of the way as Hoseok came dangerously close with the wooden spoon in his hand, but Jungkook's grip on his shoulders was desperate and fierce.
"Let Jimin go." The rapper ordered. And Jungkook did just the opposite. He clung tightly to the boy's torso and shook his head. Jimin stood very still as Hoseok clicked his tongue, reached out to pinch the maknae's ear and pulled him off his back.
"Oww" The whine came out shakily. For the sake of his own limb and against his will, Jungkook let Hoseok drag him to the end of the bed.
Without a word, and with his eagerness to tan the brazen ass growing exponentially, Hoseok deftly bit down on the handle of the spoon so he could undress the boy and settle him over his lap. Jungkook screamed and kicked with the desperation of a condemned man.
"No! No! Nooo!" he kept repeating. Hoseok grabbed the spoon and lifted it over his shoulder. "I will clean up! i'm sorry, noo!-AAH!"
The cry echoed in the room. Jungkook tried to move away from the powerful sting that fell relentlessly against his skin. Hoseok brought the implement down five more times before speaking. The spoon left red, swollen prints on the milky skin.
"Do you want to repeat what you told me now?" Hoseok asked. Jungkook kicked his legs and shook his head so vehemently that Hoseok had to grab him to keep him from slipping off his lap.
"No!" he whimpered, the spoon assaulted his butt so painfully that he couldn't keep his words from getting tangled up with his screams. "No, hyung!"
"Are you going to be rude to me again?"
Jungkook denied again, was about to spit out the most beautifully crafted torrent of pleas he could think of under the circumstances, but then Hoseok started attacking the sensitive division of his backside, and Jungkook could only bawl aloud as the rapper cruelly grinded his cheeks.
How did the man have such a heavy hand? How could such a small implement sting so significantly?
Aish! his damn wicked tongue. Jungkook would rip it out one of these days.
"Hyung!" he cried, finally finding his voice. "Please, it hurts so much!"
"Maybe then you'll think twice before being so rude and so irresponsible."
"I-I'm not irrespons... AH!"
"No? And would someone responsible let his messes go un-cleaned all over the house?"
Jungkook sniffed so sadly that Hoseok had to force himself to harden his heart. Disregarding the tears of his dongsaengs was no easy task. Many times he had seen Namjoon fall down over Jimin's tearful face, or Taehyung's insatiable pleas when the brats had earned a visit to his lap. He couldn't blame the poor man for his sensitivity.
But he was not Namjoon. He could afford just a little more resistance.
So when the desperate, crying boy in his lap began to exhaust his last resort to stop his blows, Hoseok simply let him.The boy pleaded until his throat was raw and the exhaustion was too much for him, Jungkook fell limp in his lap, defeated and helpless.
"I-I'm sorry." He cried. "I-I'm s-sorry m'so sorry."
Immediately afterward the sobs began, and Hoseok knew they had gotten somewhere. He stopped his assault with the spoon and took a moment to caress the boy's well-punished backside. Jungkook readily agreed to the soothing touch.
"You know what you did was wrong, don't you? Jungkookie?" He asked. Jungkook nodded through his wet hiccups. "You also know we'll be back here if you do it again, don't you?"
Jungkook nods again, that time with a sad, pained groan.Hoseok took a moment to debate whether or not to add anything else, but Jungkook seemed fully aware of his mischief by now, so he simply set the spoon aside to give the last five with his hand.
He swats almost gently, but Jungkook doesn't know the difference. He cries, kicks and screams with each smack. When Hoseok finishes, the sweet boy is a mess of tears and apologies and the rapper simply can't take it.
"There. No more." He said, bending down almost immediately to pick him up. Jungkook willingly clung to his neck and cried tucked in there, nose pressed to the creamy skin.The boy sniffed and hiccupped loudly.
"I-It hurts." He whined.
"I know it does... Aish, Kookie, why do you make me do this? You know this hurts me as much as it hurts you."
Jungkook frowns so beautifully that Hoseok can't help the amused smile on his face.
"Have you ever been beaten in the ass with a spoon, hyung?" He objected. "I don't think it hurts you that mu... AH!"
"Brat."Hoseok patted the freshly delivered blow, marveling at the resentful pout on the boy's flushed face.
Yes, he simply couldn't stop loving his Maknae.