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Everybody wanna love you - Pt. 2 (M)

Summary: BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.

Pairing: Platonic OT7

Genre: Ridiculously filthy smut and boys being boys

Word Count: 4621

Warnings: The fan fiction the boys read is quite explicit, but the boys stay (mostly) platonic.

A/N: All of the fan fiction the boys read in this is written (badly) by me. Any resemblance to other people’s stories is coincidence. I am not trying to make fun of anyone other than myself as an avid reader and writer of BTS fan fiction.

Part One Part Two Part Three

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“Why are we doing this?” Yoongi asks as he passes around shot glasses to the table, filling Jin’s glass with soju before handing the bottle over to Jungkook to fill everyone else’s, then heading back into the kitchen for snacks.

“They need to know!” Jin shouts after him from the head of dining table, gesturing at the three youngest who are sitting together at the other end. Jungkook is busy pouring shots for everyone, delighted at being included in both the drinking and the risqué discussion. Taehyung is twirling his glass on the table and Jimin is frowning down at his empty glass, waiting for Jungkook to fill it.

“Why do they need to know?” Yoongi calls from the kitchen, pulling down a bag of chips from the top shelf of a cupboard and pouring some into a bowl for the table.

“They need to know how weird it gets!” Jin shouts back, laughing.

“I don’t want to know how weird it gets…” Jimin whines, head collapsing onto his arm which he has stretched across the table as he holds out his glass to Jungkook.

Hoseok has returned from his bedroom with his laptop and situated himself on Jin’s right side, chuckling to himself as he pulls up the fansites he’s familiar with. Taehyung leans across the empty seat next to him to see what Hoseok’s looking at. Taehyung’s eyes widen as he stares at the contents of the computer screen.

“Eh-hmn…” Yoongi clears his throat behind Taehyung, who startles and then quickly slides out of Yoongi’s designated seat next to Hoseok.

“Isn’t Jungkookie a little young for all this?” Taehyung teases, ruffling Jungkook’s hair as he scoots in next to him to make room for Yoongi and the bowl of snacks.

“Hey!” Jungkook objects, squirming out from under Taehyung’s hand, and gathering up his glass of soju protectively.

“He’s starring in it, Tae!” Jin says in a voice of barely contained laughter, smacking the table in emphasis.

“Plus…” Namjoon chimes in, leaning across the table from his seat on Jin’s left. “How’s he supposed to go out and get laid in the future if he can’t even handle reading about it?” Namjoon raises his glass of soju to Jungkook across the table. Jungkook raises his glass right back, giggling to himself.

“You know that fan fiction is terrible advice for both relationships and sex, right?” Yoongi replies, raising his eyebrow at Namjoon in concern.

“Yeah…” Namjoon nods. “But it sure is entertaining!” Namjoon and Jin both burst into laughter and Jin wraps his arm around Namjoon, muttering something the younger boys can’t hear and chuckling conspiratorially.

“You two really are the biggest perverts…” Jimin says, gesturing at their leader and their eldest member together before downing his glass of soju.

“Yah!” Jin shouts, hands on his hips. “No drinking before your elders!”

“Sorry hyung…” Jimin mutters, holding out his glass to Jungkook for a refill.

“Why are we the biggest perverts?” Namjoon asks Jimin. “Yoongi-hyung and Hobi have read it too!” He gestures at the two men across the table from him who are engrossed in something on Hoseok’s laptop.

“No, no, no…” Yoongi replies, looking up and shaking his head. “Don’t drag me into this. Jin-hyung is clearly the instigator here…”

“I’m just trying to educate!” Jin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, but still grinning ear-to-ear.

“Fine… let’s settle it then.” Hoseok interjects, trying to bring the group make to the main point of this evening: traumatizing the maknaes. “Each hyung gets one story. Whoever’s the biggest pervert wins.”

“What do we win?” Yoongi chuckles.

“Shame, guilt, and a sign you should rethink your life…” Jimin answers.

“Well, that hardly seems worth it…” Namjoon scoffs, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms.

“I’ll do their laundry for a week!” Jungkook shouts, already two shots into the soju that he keeps sneaking whenever Jin isn’t looking.

“You already do all our laundry anyways…” Namjoon teases and Jungkook pouts.

“I’ll… uhh…” Jungkook racks his brain for a better bribe. “I’ll buy you lamb skewers!”

“See?” Jin says to Jimin, gesturing at the overly excited maknae at the end of the table. “The boy wants to know!”

Jin looks back to Hoseok. “I’m in.”

Hoseok looks to Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Yeah… me too.” Namjoon nods. Yoongi grunts in assent.

“Excellent!” Hoseok grins. “I have a good one…”

Wednesdays are Jungkook’s favorite day of the week. If any of his friends asked why, Jungkook would tell them it’s because he has no morning classes and can enjoy a leisurely latte over his study materials. But the truth is that Wednesdays are Jungkook’s favorite day because Wednesdays are the day that Jimin works the morning shift. Jungkook would be lying if he said that the two minutes he gets to exchange small talk with the gorgeous pink-haired barista weren’t the highlight of his week.

“Wait…” Jungkook interrupts. “I’m gay?”

“Yup.” Hoseok nods, trying not to laugh at how quickly the youngest already has questions.

“And I have a crush on Jimin?” Jungkook asks, looking quickly at actual Jimin and then looking away just as quickly.

“Apparently…” Hoseok shrugs, before pressing onward with the story. Jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek, more questions brewing.

Today is probably the best Wednesday Jungkook has had in a month. Jimin not only remembered Jungkook’s name, but also Jungkook’s regular order. Jungkook wishes his regular order was something manly like a red eye or a café Americano black instead of the café mocha with extra whipped cream and chocolate shavings that was sitting in front of him now. But his regular order has been his regular order since long before the most beautiful man in the world started working here.

Jungkook has also triumphed today by arriving early enough to lay claim to his favorite comfy chair. Jungkook would argue that it was his favorite because it was a particularly fluffy and soft, not because it happened to allow him the perfect view to watch Jimin’s butt jiggle whenever Jimin turned to work the espresso machine.

“Fan-fiction drinking game!” Jin shouts, raising his glass in the air. “Take a shot whenever they talk about Jimin’s butt!”

“Yes!!” Namjoon laughs, clinking his glass to Jin’s before they both down their shots.

Jimin folds over onto the table, face is hidden from view by his hands, no doubt flushing a bright pink. “Fuck me…” he whines into the table.

“I think Jungkook’s going to…” Namjoon says and the whole table roars in approval.

Hoseok cackles, smacking the table over and over as he laughs and Yoongi raises his glass to Namjoon in props. Taehyung sticks his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head, before downing his shot. Jimin peaks out from behind his hands to roll his eyes and grab another drink, and Jungkook begins giggling so hard that he nearly falls out of his chair, whole body doubled-over in laughter.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Yoongi eggs Hoseok on.

“God, you are so obvious…” A deep voice interrupts Jungkook’s day dreams.

Jungkook is startled from his dazed worshipping of Jimin’s backside…

“Drink! drink!” Jin chants, downing his shot glass.

Hoseok pauses the story and everyone drinks.

“Erhm…” Hoseok coughs and clears his throat after the shot. “Maybe it should be a sip for every mention of Jimin’s butt…”

“No way!” Jimin slams his hand down on the table, feeling bolder now that he has two shots of soju in his system. “My ass is worth a full shot!”

“That’s my boy!” Namjoon laughs, slapping Jimin hard on the back and pouring him another.

“Ahem!” Hoseok calls for attention and restarts.

Jungkook is startled by his blonde shaggy-haired best friend plopping noisily into the empty seat across from him and blocking Jungkook’s view.

“I would think you would have learned to be subtler in your stalking.” Taehyung teases when Jungkook huffs in annoyance. “What with all the practice you get…”

“Shhh!” Jungkook panics, looking over at Jimin to see if he heard anything, but the barista doesn’t seem to be able to hear anything over the roar of the espresso machine.

“Oh relax…” Taehyung scoffs, sticking a finger into the middle of Jungkook’s whipped cream and scooping up a large dollop before depositing it into his own mouth and sucking noisily on his finger.

“Hey!” Jungkook shouts. “Go get your own!” He grabs his mocha and yanks it out of his best friend’s reach. “I don’t know where your fingers have been…”

Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Only Hobi does…”

“Ugh… gross.” Jungkook frowns down at his mocha as images of Tae’s hand halfway up Hoseok’s ass come unbidden to his mind.

“Euuggghhhhhhhh…” A uniform chorus of groans sounds from everyone at the table and Hoseok pauses to take another sip of soju.

Hoseok looks over to check on Taehyung and discovers that Taehyung has hidden his entire head inside the neck of his shirt.

“You okay Taetae?” Hoseok asks.

The headless shirt nods at him and holds up his shot glass in solidarity.

Hoseok swallows to clear his throat and continues.

Jungkook shoves his mocha back at Tae. “You owe me another…”

“Okay… okay…” Taehyung nods, standing back up. “Gives me an excuse to chat up the bartender with the spank-able ass …”

“Drink! drink!” Everyone jubilantly chants, then downs another round.

“Wait…” Jungkook coughs as he recovers from the shot. “We’re all gay?” Hoseok nods in confirmation. Jungkook purses his lips in thought.

“Doesn’t seem very realistic does it?” Namjoon says, swirling his soju.

“Well, duh…” Jimin responds. “None of us are gay…” He looks around the circle eagerly for confirmation. Jungkook nods at him, but the others all seem lost in thought.

“Well, statistically, one or two of us might be…” Namjoon replies, still swirling his alcohol and staring into space. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Love is just love, you know?”

The boys glance around the circle at each other. Jin stares at Namjoon, who continues to swirl his soju. Yoongi’s eyes flick over to Hoseok to find Hoseok watching Jimin closely, but Jimin is also starring Namjoon, mouth open slightly. Taehyung is still hiding inside his shirt and Jungkook makes himself busy peeling the label off the soju bottle, not making eye contact with anyone.

“But it’s highly improbable that all of us would be gay.” Namjoon adds, shaking his head and looking up from his glass. Everyone else exhales at the same time.

“Didn’t girls write this?” Jungkook pipes up.

“I think so…” Hoseok answers.

“So why do they want us to be gay?” Jungkook asks. “Doesn’t that mean we’re less likely to hook up with them?”

“I have a theory!” Namjoon sets down his glass and leans forward. “Most of our fans are girls, right?”

The circle of boys nods in agreement.

“So…they don’t want to read about us hooking up with other girls. It makes them jealous. They want to imagine it’s them. That’s why they write that terrible ‘you… you… your name here…’ shit.”

The circle continues to nod, following along with their leader.

“But!” Namjoon holds up a finger. “If you want to write real fleshed-out characters, you need protagonists with names and physical descriptions. So, they make us gay! Then we can hook up with each other and no one gets jealous.” Namjoon smiles proudly at his explanation.

“I have a theory…” Yoongi interrupts. “Ever watch porn with two women in it?” Yoongi directs this question at the maknaes, but the whole circle nods in response.

“It’s like that.” Yoongi laughs and takes another drink. The boys laugh. Hoseok claps his hands. Namjoon frowns.

“Can we get back to the story now?” Taehyung asks from the inside his shirt.

“His name is Jimin” Jungkook retorts.

“Good to know…” Taehyung smirks and heads for the counter. Jungkook pretends to be absorbed in his calculus book but can’t help watching in worry as Taehyung approaches the counter. Jungkook knows Taehyung would never cheat on Hoseok, but he is still jealous of Taehyung’s easy confidence. Tae probably hasn’t showered in three days and definitely just threw on a random assortment of clothes from his bedroom floor, but he’s still the most gorgeous man in a 5-mile radius (pink-haired baristas excluded).

Taehyung’s head finally reemerges from his shirt, beaming proudly.

“Well, hello Jimin…” Taehyung coos in his deep voice, leaning in casual elegance against the counter. “Or can I call you gorgeous…”

“Ack!.. Bleckk…” A chorus of gagging sounds erupts as the entire table cringes in unison.

Jimin covers his mouth with hand and breathlessly giggles as Taehyung leans further across the counter and Jungkook pouts into his contaminated mocha. He should have just drank it, Hobi’s ass juice be damned.

“Eauuuggghhh......”

Taehyung continues the flirtation for much longer than is necessary to order a new coffee. He puts in the order and Jimin’s eyes flick over to Jungkook. Jungkook quickly stares down at his textbook. Finally, Taehyung returns.

“What is the matter with you?!” Jungkook hisses when Taehyung finally sits back down. “You are practically married! What are you doing flirting with the potential love of my life?!”

The sad truth of Jungkook’s life was that all his friends had settled down now. One of the drawbacks to being the youngest. Taehyung had Hoseok, Namjoon had Yoongi and Jungkook was all alone.

“Wait just a second!” Jin interjects. “Where am I?”

“Uhh… I don’t know…” Hoseok frowns at the computer screen, scrolling frantically.

Jin frowns and sips his soju.

“Here you are!” Hoseok finds something and points to his computer screen. “You’re the manager of the coffee shop.”

“Do I have sex with anyone?” Jin leans over to see the computer screen too.

“Umm…” Hoseok skims the page. “You awkwardly hit on Jungkook which causes Jimin to realize his true feelings…” Hoseok explains as Jin squints at the computer. “But umm… no. You don’t have sex with anyone.”

“What the hell?!” Jin throws his hands into the air.

“I’m still confused about why they want us to be gay…” Jungkook says, spilling some of his soju as he waves his hands in confusion.

“I’m much more confused about why they want us to be baristas…” Yoongi replies. “Don’t they know we’re rock stars?” Yoongi laughs and shakes his head. “Isn’t that sexier than making coffee for a living?”

“Yeah…” Namjoon begins explaining again. “But they want us to be approachable, you know? Tell real life stories…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Yoongi waves his hand dismissively. “If I’m going to read some elaborate fantasy about myself, I want to be a cowboy or an astronaut or something… Who gives a shit about what it would be like if Min Yoongi worked at Starbucks?” Yoongi pushes in next to Hoseok and takes over the computer from him.

“Hobi!” Yoongi turns to Hoseok, pointing at the screen. “This story is rated teen! There isn’t any sex in it!!”

“Oh…” Hoseok pouts. “But there was all that talk about ass juice!”

“You lose Hobi.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“My turn to pick one, right?” Yoongi asks the group and they nod. Yoongi clicks back to the main page BTS fanfiction page and his jaw drops as he begins scrolling through page after page.

“My god...” Yoongi mutters. “How much of this shit is there?”

“Forty-one thousand, two hundred and thirty-nine stories…” Hoseok answers, pointing to the top right of the screen.

“Holy shit…” Jungkook whispers and the whole table looks shocked.

“Forty-one thousand, two hundred and forty stories…” Yoongi adds as he clicks the refresh button.

“Who has the most?” Jin interjects, peering over Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Jimin” Hoseok answers. Jimin hides his face in his hands again. “Jimin, then Yoongi.”

“Yoongi?” Jungkook asks in surprise.

“Suga fans are intense people.” Yoongi says, shrugging, smug smile on his face.

“It’s just because Yoonmin is the most popular ship.” Namjoon interjects and Yoongi’s smile falters.

“What’s a ship?” Jungkook asks Namjoon.

“People you want to be in a relationSHIP.” Namjoon answers.

“Like Taekook…” Taehyung adds, nudging Jungkook with his elbow and Jungkook nods in understanding.

“But why Yoonmin?” Taehyung asks. “You guys almost never interact!”

Jimin and Yoongi both shrug. But Namjoon interjects with an explanation again. “I think it’s the juxtaposition of gruff and dominating with small and caring that the fans like.”

“Yoongi-hyung is only 1 centimeter taller!!!” Jimin shouts in frustration, banging his hands on the table.

“I think it’s because we’re the sexiest.” Yoongi says. Jimin smiles and the two reach across the table to clink their glasses together in triumph. All the other boys frown with various degrees of jealously on their faces.

“Who has the least?” Jin turns back to Hoseok.

“Umm…” Hoseok bites his lip, like he doesn’t really want to answer.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Jin frowns.

Hoseok nods.

“Waaahhh…” Jin sighs, shock on his face. “Why don’t more people want to write about me? I’m an excellent muse!” Jin preens and laughs as he sips his soju. “I’m the eldest!” He insists. “I could be gruff and dominating!”

“Have you met you?” Jimin laughs.

“Yeah…Looks who’s talking ‘small and caring.’” Jin replies. Jimin opens his mouth to object, but Yoongi cuts him off.

“I want to read that one!” Yoongi insists pointing to something on Hoseok’s computer screen.

“Really, hyung?” Hoseok chuckles and Yoongi nods. Hoseok slides the computer over so it’s in front of Yoongi and Yoongi begins reading.

Captain Black Suga was shockingly beautiful for a pirate.

That’s all Captain Hoseok Jung could think as he gazed down at the man in chains on the deck of his ship.

Suga was wet from his recent dive overboard, another failed escape attempt, and his dark hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water dripping softly onto the deck. The captain watched as a single water droplet rolled down the pirate’s forehead, wrapped around the curve of his cheek, and traced a meandering path down the pirate’s neck. Captain Jung secretly wished he could follow the path of the water droplet with his tongue.

Hoseok begins giggling uncontrollably. “Why did you pick this one hyung?” He asks.

“I’m a pirate!” Yoongi gestures at the screen.

“Or he wants to read a Yoonseok story so he can flirt with you, Hobi.” Namjoon adds, chuckling. Hoseok laughs and blushes.

“I don’t understand why they won’t call us Sope…” Yoongi mutters before resuming the story.

God… he was beautiful. Hoseok’s loins ached just looking at him.

Black Suga was the very definition of temptation. His features were delicate, his skin shockingly pale for a man who had spent his whole life on the open sea. His small mouth was turned down in a slight frown. His thin pink lips parted as he panted, exposed pale chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked so soft and innocent, all wet and bedraggled, kneeling on the deck. But then his dark eyes flicked up to meet Hoseok’s and Hoseok felt like his very soul was on fire.

Perhaps that is where Black Suga got his name from, Hoseok mused. He seemed sweet like sugar, but then he could murder you and your whole crew without breaking a sweat, smile on his face. He was young, about the same age as Captain Jung and Captain Jung was the youngest captain in Her Majesty’s Royal Navy. Hoseok could only imagine the different twists and turns their lives must have taken from them to end up here, on opposite sides of the law.

Hoseok watched Suga’s tongue lap tentatively at the drops of water still running down his face from his hair and daydreamed about that tongue wrapping itself around his cock.

“Uhhh…” Yoongi pauses, shocked at what he just read. “Maybe we should find a different one…”

“No way!” The rest of the table immediately objects, delighted in how uncomfortable Yoongi suddenly is. Yoongi tries to press onward.

God… Hoseok can only imagine how beautiful Suga would be staring up at him from his knees, fiery black eyes focused on him, mouth full of his cock.

“Nope… I can’t do this...” Yoongi shoves the computer away.

“I can!” Hoseok scoops up the computer, laughing delightedly, and keeps reading.

Captain Jung really shouldn’t be thinking such things. Captains in Her Majesty’s Royal Navy weren’t supposed to think pirates were beautiful, especially not those pirates they were commanded to track down and put to death for their crimes against the crown. Probably shouldn’t fantasize about bedding them either. But one look at Suga and bending him over the starboard railing and fucking him for the whole ocean to see is all Hoseok can think about.

“Hey!” Yoongi interrupts. “I’m the badass pirate! Why wouldn’t I be the one fucking you?”

“The fandom has decided that I top in this relationship.” Hoseok teases.

“But I’m older!” Yoongi rants, pounding his fist on the table, and laughing.

“More! more!” Taehyung and Jungkook call in unison from the end of the table, delighted at how embarrassed their surly hyung is.

Hoseok had never seen Black Suga this close before. The best he had seen of the man was glimpses of him standing proud on the bow of his ship, usually sailing away from whatever carnage he had left in his wake: burned and sinking ships, ransacked villages, and suddenly penniless merchant vessels. Always leaving Captain Jung to pick up the pieces. Hoseok felt like he had spent his whole naval career chasing Black Suga. Hoseok felt disgusted with himself that he finally had the man in his clutches and instead of seeking justice, all he could think was how much he wanted to fuck him.

“You bring me here just to stare at me, sweetheart?” Black Suga asked and Hoseok jumped, taken aback by the forwardness of the pirate.

Captain Jung knew what he had to do. There was no way around it. Hoseok wished things were different. He wished this man was someone who had joined the royal navy instead of choosing a life of piracy. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining a alternate life where Suga was his first mate by day and his lover by night. But there’s was no reaching that now.

“Black Suga…” Hoseok unfurled the scroll in his hand and began reading out the death warrant signed by the governor. “You have been sentenced to death by her royal highness Queen Elizabeth I for your crimes against the crown and the British people. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Yoongi…” Suga said quietly. “Min Yoongi…”

“What?” Captain Jung paused.

“If I’m going to do die, I want to die with the name my mother gave me… not some dumb nickname.” The pirate frowned pensively at the deck.

“He’s not going to die, is he?” Taehyung interrupts, hands clenched on the table.

“No…” Hoseok reassures. “It’s 27 chapters long. He can’t die in the opening chapter.”

“27 chapters?!” Jin shouts.

“Well… yeah! There are so many obstacles to their love!” Hoseok laughs as he elaborates. “They have to lust after each other for a while. Captain Jung has to discover that Suga is secretly a pirate with a heart of gold. Suga has to fall for the dashing captain and abandon his life of crime…”

“We don’t have time for 27 chapters!” Jin objects.

“Just a little bit more?” Taehyung asks.

“Fine…” Jin takes another sip of soju.

“Min Yoongi…” Hoseok repeated, making a note on the parchment of the pirate’s real name. “Do you have any last words?”

“Yeah…” The fiery eyes looked out past Hoseok’s shoulder, then straight back to the captain, as a dangerous smirk crossed Suga’s lips.

“You might want to duck.” Suga laughed triumphantly, before rolling across the deck, perfect timing to miss the cannonball that went soaring past Captain Jung’s ear and crashing through the floor boards of his ship.

Captain Jung whipped around to see the black sails of Black Suga’s ship, the Daegu Sun. Hoseok dived to the side to avoid another cannonball, screaming at his men to ready the cannons.

Suga somehow escaped his chains and leapt up from the deck. He punched Hoseok’s first mate Jin in the face and stole his sidearm, before running across the deck to the edge of the bow.

“See you later sweetheart!” Suga called out to Hoseok before grabbing part of the rigging and swinging across the water to his own ship. A larger part of himself than Hoseok would like to admit wished silently that he could board the pirate’s ship and sail away too, but he was a better man than that.

Instead, Hoseok watched longingly as Black Suga greeted his first mate – a mysterious one-eyed man with purple hair who was known only by the initials RM – with an enthusiastic pat on the back. And then Hoseok watched with a dull ache in his chest as Suga greeted his cabin boy Jimin, planting the boy with an enthusiastic kiss and squeezing his butt possessively right in the open for Hoseok to see.

“Drink! drink!” The table cackles at yet another mention of Jimin’s famous posterior.

“Why?!” Jimin moans, face buried in his hands. “Why am I always the cabin boy?” Jimin slurs, way too many glasses of soju in his system.

“What?” Hoseok asks, confused.

“Why am I always the cabin boy?” Jimin moans again. “Or the barista? Or the slave? Or the stripper? Or the prostitute? Why?”

“You said you never read them!!” Jin yells, smacking the table and laughing.

“Yeah…” Jimin groans, shaking his head back and forth, but keeping his face hidden behind his hands.

“Is this why you didn’t want to read it?” Namjoon laughs, patting Jimin on the back.

“Yeah…” Jimin nods.

“Oh Jiminie…” Hoseok chuckles. “We can find you a better story!”

“But…” Yoongi begins to object, then bites his tongue. Hoseok taps just enough keys on the laptop to bookmark the page, smirking at Yoongi. Yoongi sees it and gives a small nod, clearing his throat and taking another sip of soju.

Hoseok heads back to the main page and begins scrolling, looking for a story Jimin might be happier about.

“Oh look!” Hoseok says when he finds one. “In this one, you’re a robot!” Hoseok hands the computer across the table to Namjoon to show Jimin.

“Like the Terminator?” Jimin drops his hands from his face as his smile perks up in interest.

“Umm…” Namjoon frowns at the computer screen as he reads further. “Did the terminator have a vibrating dick?”

“Fucking hell…” Jimin grumbles as the table bursts into laughter. Namjoon goes back to scrolling for another story.

“Oh!” Namjoon pauses when he finds another. “In this one you’re a mermaid…”

“You mean a merman?” Jimin asks.

“No…it says mermaid.” Namjoon tries hard not to laugh.

“That’s it, I’m out.” Jimin declares, standing up from the table, and wobbling for a moment before turning to head for bed. A chorus of boos and disappointed whines follows this announcement.

“Wait!” Jin calls out to Jimin and Jimin pauses.

“I know one where you’re in charge…” Jin says.

“Really?” Jimin asks, turning back to the table.

“Yeah…” Jin nods. “Gets pretty intense though…”

Jimin pauses, mulling over his options. “What do you mean in charge?”

“Umm…” Jin laughs, eyes darting around the circle of boys. “You spend a while punishing Jungkook and Tae for their disobedience…”

Jimin grins. Taehyung and Jungkook both look at each other, eyes wide.

“I suppose we could hear one more…” Jimin laughs and sits down. Jin grabs the computer from Namjoon and goes searching.

Part Three

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