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Taehyung sinks into the soft seats of the limo with a sigh. Girls to fill the space file in after him, then two of their security with his brother falling in last. Immediately, a glass is in his hand and a girl is settled beneath his arm.

Taehyung can't stand these girls.

He downs drink after drink to speed up the ride to the club. It works, his thinking fuzzy and and his body relaxed by the time the eight or so of them climb out of the sleek vehicle to bright lights that contrast the pitch black night. The girls have acknowledged Taehyung's disinterest and Jungkook's distance and sparked conversations amongst themselves. Except for one. An especially clingy girl that Taehyung has nicknamed "leech" in his head.

The bouncers at the door of the club let them in without a second of hesitation. The Kim siblings' security for the night, Jung Hoseok and Choi Seunghyun, lead the way to their reserved table. Taehyung feels the music pumping throughout his body, settling in his bones before rolling out in waves, the way he knows Jungkook likes it. It's loud and sweaty, and there are too many short dresses and heels for Taehyung's taste.

Maybe five minutes pass before Jungkook is missing. Always true to his reputation as the slut of the family.

Taehyung, however, is known for his flawless sense of fashion and his love of Gucci items. And it's that thought that brings to Taehyung's attention the fact that the clingy girl is holding on too tight to his $620 button up. Her claws dig in to the fabric in such an unpleasant way he has to grimace.

"Careful there," says another one of their entourage. Her dress is simple and black, makeup nice but a little overdone for Taehyung's tastes. "You're going to rip his shirt if you keep that up."

The parasite in the blue dress giggles, much too forced. "It's alright, he can afford another one!" She turns to Taehyung. "Can't you?"

He flashes a charming, plastic smile. "Of course I can. My pillowcase is worth more than you."

At this, her smiles freezes, muscles taught in discomfort. "Oh..."

Taehyung scowls as her grip on his arm doesn't loosen. The majority of the group goes off to dance, and Taehyung is tremendously disappointed to realize Blue Dress isn't planning on following. Black Dress doesn't leave either.

"Don't you wanna dance?" he asks, a command hidden in his words. Unfortunately, it doesn't sink in.

"Not if you aren't going!" She offers a cheerful smile and Taehyung wants to smack it off her face.

He suppresses a growl of frustration.

"Leave. It's not a suggestion." When the girl hesitates, Taehyung, already pushed off the edge, tips a drink over the side of the table, on to her dress and shoes. She immediately shrieks and leaps to the ceiling. Like a frog. How fitting. The other girl finds napkins and tries to pat her dry, but is shoved off. The girl in blue is furious now, and this is the only time Taehyung finds the female population entertaining.

"You bastard! This dress cost me... ugh!" Taehyung is smiling at her face, strawberry tinted with rage. Her eyes are even welling up with tears now, how fun. "Fuck you." And with that, she storms off.

Taehyung basks in his small victory for a while until he's reminded of the other woman's presence.

"You don't really like women, do you?"

Taehyung doesn't answer, pretending not to hear. But the other knows somehow that he's paying attention.

"Your brother's always caught in scandals for sleeping with famous people or fans with big mouths, but... you've never had anything like that. Not even a relationship. Or a public one, anyway."

Taehyung knows he should be annoyed by now. That's what he would feel in literally any other situation. She's asking him questions he doesn't like answering.

But something about the girl is calming. She's not whiny or clingy, and her intent doesn't seem to be to have him ruin her lipstick or shower her with gifts.

"Are you secretly a journalist? You trying to find dirt on me?"

She laughs. "I wouldn't have to go directly to you for that... No, I'm just curious. You guys intrigue me."

He looks at the other for maybe a minute, and she doesn't shy away from the eye contact like expected. Taehyung looks away, to the sweaty heap of bodies and the colorful lights. "I'm probably ace or something. Go ahead and tell your friends, maybe those sluts will finally leave me alone."

Taehyung's been thinking about this for a while. Since his teen years, when his brother started to sleep around and asked him if he wanted to come find some stress relief too (not that the brothers had any reason to stress). He'd never felt a single inclination to. Ace was what he decided on.

But the woman doesn't gasp or freak out like he expected. She hums, nods, and looks out into the crowd, too. "Cool. I'm probably gay."

Taehyung can't help but look back over at her. "Why are you here?"

She smirks. "Money. Why else?"

Taehyung should have seen it coming.

"What... what's your name?"

It's now that she seems shocked. "Moon... Byulyi."

Taehyung hums. "Maybe I'll bring you along next time, too."

"Mm... Jungkook- stop, I- stop-"

Jungkook smirks against the other's lips, grinding his crotch against their hips again, teasing. "What?" He dips down to nip at his neck. "Is it your girlfriend? Don't want her to see you limping home after I fuck you against the wall? Or are you just worried I'll be able to make you feel better than she ever could?"

"Jungkook. Stop."

Hoseok is not amused, a serious frown settled on his face. Jungkook laughs lightly to try and remove it.

"Come on, Seok."

"No, I said stop."

Jungkook gestures to his prominent bulge. "You're just gonna leave me like this?"

"Yes." Hoseok turns to walk back into the club, but Jungkook grabs his wrist.

"Don't be like that."

Hoseok yanks his wrist from Jungkook's grasp and turns again, taking two steps forward so that their faces are a breath apart. It would barely take anything for Jungkook to lean forward and meet those beautiful lips.

"You need to grow up, Jungkook. People aren't toys for you to use and throw away. I'm not like that, okay? You need to stop coming to me whenever you're horny and there's no one else to take care of your relentless dick."

They stand in silence for a few seconds.

Jungkook's eyes finally flick up to meet Hoseok's. "God, you're so hot when you're serious."

Hoseok exhales harshly and turns abruptly again. "Of course you never fucking listen to a word I say!" he shouts on his way back into the club. Jungkook has to let him go, which pisses him off.

"My dick isn't like this for just anyone, you know," he mutters under his breath. He throws an empty beer bottle against the wall before going back into the club.

The dance floor is full of hot people, and pretty soon, Jungkook is pushing some chick against the wall and attacking her neck. Her moans are too high pitched for his liking, nothing like the rumbles Hoseok makes. But her neck is soft like his, so he gives special attention to nipping, sucking, and licking it the way he'd like to do to Hoseok.

Oh god. Jungkook can see it now, how his father's favorite security member would fall apart by his hands, how his clean, smooth skin would be littered in marks and bites.

The girl interrupts Jungkook's imagination. "Um, my neck is good. Are we gonna get out of here or what?"

Jungkook wants to say no, just because she got rid of his fantasy. But he can't leave little Kook unsatisfied like that.

"Fine. Your place."

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Jungkook wakes up with unwelcome arms latched around his waist and a leg thrown over his. And he's naked.

The heir takes a deep breath and tries to pry the poor girl off of him without waking her up. She stirs but doesn't open her eyes, and her breathing remains steady. He slips his pants and shirt back on, grabs everything else strewn around the room, and tiptoes out into the lobby of the apartment. Judging by the placement of the sun, it's too early in the morning to be up. The street is quiet, despite it being a city.

Must be the quieter area, thinks Jungkook. Even in the oddest hours, the city is usually bustling.

He doesn't feel like walking anywhere, so instead he speed dials his second most trusted.

"Seokie, pick me up."

Jungkook doesn't get back to the house by the time Taehyung wakes up. The older sends his brother a text and gets a reply that he's on his way. Taehyung feels like doing something nice for him, so he gets ready and walks out to the new, urban cafe a few blocks away.

Even in sunglasses and a coat, Taehyung is recognized, and people along the way snap pictures of him on their cheap phones. He gives in (how could he not?) and takes off his sunglasses, gifting them to a passerby wordlessly before winking at a few cameras.

The walk takes half an hour more than it should, but Taehyung loves taking pictures, so he doesn't mind. Boys, girls, adults, all stop him and ask for a picture (only a few ask for an autograph since Taehyung is pretty much only known for his face, style, and money). When he finally strides into the cafe, he draws a bustling crowd in with him.

"I'm going to order now," he announces, voice resonating throughout the cafe. "Please, give the baristas a little space. I'll be free for pictures right after." He adds a wink and feels a few swoon.

Taehyung turns and strolls up to the counter, slightly irked by how unimpressed the guy about to take his order seems, but willing to put it behind him.

He easily pulls his own coffee order from his memory. "A triple, venti, half sweet, nonfat caramel macchiato. And..." he bites his lip to try and remember Jungkook's order which shockingly has NO effect on the barista (also irritating), "an iced, half caff, venti, 4-pump, sugar free, cinnamon, dolce soy skinny latte. And a blueberry scone." He pays with his card, eyes on the worker (Jimin, according to the name tag) the whole time. He's handsome, brushed back hair and thick lips, but he's just so uninterested in Taehyung that Taehyung has no idea what to do. "Make it fast, too, I need to be home soon," he demands before making to move to the side.

"It'll be done when it's done," the barista snaps, and Taehyung freezes. It was not loud, but a few gasps from the crowd behind him say that a some were able to hear him, are probably telling those around them what had been said. Taehyung tries his best to keep his ears from turning too red.

"Excuse me?"

The barista meets his glare with one of equal force. "Just because you're rich or whatever doesn't mean the coffee's willing to make itself faster for you."

"Well, that's what you're here for," Taehyung replies with as condescending a smile as he can muster. It's easy, from decades of practice.

"Is that a jab at my job?" The stranger's voice raises a notch in volume. "At least I contribute something to society at all, instead of just taking from it without a thought."

Taehyung steps impossibly closer to the counter and leans forward, trying to accentuate the height advantage he has over the other. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"What about you?"

Taehyung scoffs. "I'm someone who actually matters in the world."

Jimin laughs, and Taehyung feels the wordless insult in his gut. He can't remember the last time someone was able to have such an effect on him. "Yeah, maybe in magazines for twelve year old girls."

Taehyung slams his palms on the counter, snarling, but Jimin doesn't flinch. "Just make my fucking coffee so I can fucking leave. I don't know who the fuck you are, but you ain't the shit you think you are."

Jimin, following through with his plan to shock Taehyung into space, leans forward a bit, smiling, and the heir has no idea what to do with that, just freezing in place. He pats Taehyung's cheek. "Oh, sweetie, swearing really makes you sound more like an intelligent adult, doesn't it?"

Taehyung jerks away from Jimin's touch. It takes every shred of self control within him to keep himself from throwing a table against the wall, and Jimin can see it. He smirks.

Another worker walks through the door, and as soon as Taehyung catches the telltale apron, he points aggressively and shouts, "You! Make my coffee. I don't want a drop of it in the hands of this bitch." Jimin rolls his eyes and the newly arrived barista nods, a little confused, and quietly does as told.

When the drinks are done, Taehyung snatches them from the counter, storming out of the cafe. "Don't follow me," he growls to the few fans still expecting a picture. The glass door slams behind him.

Jungkook is waiting when Taehyung marches through the front door, kicking it forcefully closed behind him. He doesn't acknowledge the younger, stamping straight to the kitchen. Jungkook follows.

"You don't even get back home yet and I hear about some fight with a nobody. In which it looks like you lost. The most of your pride, anyway."

Taehyung glares at his younger brother. "Well, the bitch probably had no pride in the first place. Here's your fucking drink."

Jungkook gently takes the cup. "Why'd you let him get to you?"

Taehyung's getting worked up again, just by thinking about it. Jungkook is able to tell that much. "I don't know, Kook. You tell me. Would you have reacted differently?"

A little bit, yes. But overall, he'd have been bothered, too. He shakes his head.

"God, I need a massage. Or something. Fuck. Do we have plans today?"

Jungkook looks at him incredulously. "We always have plans. Tonight we have to go to Taehee's kid's first birthday."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Go without me."

"But you like her!"

Taehyung shrugs. "Not enough to go today. Where's Hoseok?"

Jungkook shrugs this time. He's used to playing it like Hoseok is just staff. "You gonna have him drive you to the spa?"

Taehyung exhales sharply. "Yeah."

They stand in each other's presence for a bit, comfortable, family, before Taehyung saunters off to find the head of security and Jungkook goes upstairs to check out possible things to wear to the party.

The event itself is nice, usual. Mostly adults even though it's for a kid. Extravagant decoration for the pictures, lots of food, even if half of it none of the attendees can actually eat (famous people = strict diets). Hoseok drops by to pick Jungkook up afterwards, and the younger sinks into the comfortable passenger seat with a sigh. Hoseok is quiet.

"How was it, Jungkook?" Jungkook mutters to himself. "Oh, it was good. Felt kind of weird, though. Weird how? Kind of like I floated above it all weird." He turns in his seat, cheek smushing against the leather a bit to face Hoseok, who has the ghost of a smile hovering over his mouth. He's so bad at staying unemotional.

"I missed you," Jungkook says. Like he always does.

The smile slides away. Like it always does.

Jungkook reaches his hand forward, palm facing up. Hoseok sighs.

"I can't encourage this, Jungkook."

The younger groans. "Oh, fuck off." His hand remains, waiting. "Please?"

Hoseok's so bad at staying stubborn. He draws his right hand off the wheel with a groan and Jungkook watches with a smile as the older's hand falls right into his, interlocking their fingers almost immediately. The heir beams and brings the guard's hand to his lips, pressing kisses all along the back of it. He stares at Hoseok's hand a bit before getting an idea. He slyly brings Hoseok's hand to his mouth again and smoothly slips one of Hoseok's fingers into his mouth. Hoseok jerks away, but Jungkook's already made up his mind, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning a little over into Hoseok's space.

The older does the only thing he knows he can at this point. He pulls over to the side of the road and parks, where at least they won't die in a crash today. And thank goodness for their ultra-tinted windows.

Jungkook's drawn both of his legs up on his seat and has his face hovering over Hoseok's crotch. He looks up to a disapproving glare from Hoseok.

"You're always horny," he growls.

Jungkook smiles with fake innocence. "Only for you." He leans up and kisses Hoseok sweetly before returning to where he was. Licking his lips, Jungkook unbuttons Hoseok's pants and drags the zipper down.