"With you hyung" It was so quiet Hobi almost didn't hear him, but he noticed the nervous fidgeting and figured Jimin didn't want to be alone in a new place. It was a problem he had ever since his parents kicked him out.

"Ok, Jiminie, pick a room." He waited while Jimin peeked his head inside all the rooms, following him when he picked his favorite. For a palace, the room wasn't massive. It was almost cozy, not a surprising pick for the smaller boy. Hobi assumed that since this was a family suite, the remaining rooms would follow this theme, not massive due to the common sitting area. He watched from the doorway as Jimin sat on the bed, bouncing a few times to test the mattress. "When are you going to talk to them?"

"Soon, hyungie, I promise." Jimin picked at the light blue comforter gracing the bed. He knew it was something he needed to do. He just wasn't sure what the right answer was yet. He missed Namkook, but he loved Hobi too and couldn't stand to hurt him. Namjoon and Kookie had each other though, Hobi only had him.

Hobi sat next to him, pulling the pouting Jimin into his arms. "You know I'm not going to force you, but the longer you put it off, the longer it's going to hurt." He rubbed the smaller boy's back, something Jimin said had a way of calming him down. "Well, enough of this, let's go see what the others are doing." He stood up, taking Jimin's small hand in his, and pulled him back into the sitting room. Yoongi was the only one sitting out there and, at Hobi's question, pointed out who was where. He and Jin had taken the room farthest from Namjoon and Jungkook, claiming it was because Jungkook was a screamer. News that didn't bode well for Jimin as the two had chosen the room right next to his and Hobi's.

"The rest of us decided we're going down to dinner. Are you two joining us?" Jin asked Hobi and Jimin.

"You can hyung," Jimin looked at Hobi, "I just want some rest."

Hobi eyed Jimin carefully before nodding. "Did Tae ever say if this was a formal dinner, or can we wear whatever?" He looked to Yoongi, the one who would have the best idea.

"I think every dinner around here is pretty formal, he didn't say though, so maybe not a tux but at least like a suit or something." The others nodded, going to their rooms to get ready.

Jimin followed Hobi, sliding out of his clothes and crawling into bed, watching Hobi get ready.

"Are you really ok, Jiminie?"

"Yeah, I need to do some thinking, and it's hard to think awhile I'm around them. Plus, we're here for a little while, I'll still have time to spend with Taetae."

Hobi places a soft kiss on Jimins forehead. "Ok, love. Don't think too much, ok, you know in your heart what's right and what you need to do. You need to do what's best for you, not anyone else. I'll see about having some dinner sent up here, ok?"

"Ok, Hobihobi. Love you."

"I love you too, mochi."

*****

The boys had left about 45 minutes ago, and all Jimin had done was think about the three loves of his life.

He thought about Namjoon and Jungkook. They had grown into fine men, both loving with genuine beautiful hearts. You could see the love between the two. It had grown so much since their time in school, and he yearned to be a part of it. To not only snuggle in between them like he used to but be taken by them. God, he loved it when they took him together when they used his body for not only their pleasure but his as well. The memories of being sandwiched between them, their firm touches, and soft lips exploring his body had him hard.

Then he thought about Hoseok. Now he was someone who shared struggles as Jimin had. Who had to completely turn their life around and make something of themselves. He knew love like Hoseoks was pure and beautiful; even if he did treat him like a slut in bed, it was something Jimin loved. The rough way Hoseok took him, the gentle way he took care of him afterward.

The more he thought about it, the more he was sure he knew what he was going to do. He just hoped he didn't hurt anyone in the process.

AN. Short chapter, I know, I'm sorry.