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When they were all situated justly at the table to eat, Hoseok stood back up to help his mother set out the all of the dishes and food.

The boys all hummed in pleasure at the meal laid out before their eyes.

"I hope you all like the stir fry, it's something I had to muster up quickly since I was short on time," Mrs. Jung laughed sheepishly with her husband rubbing the muscle of her arm.

"It looks fantastic, darling, please sit down," her husband remedied her stresses, seating himself at the head of the table quietly as he did so. "Would any of you like wine with your dinner?"

Yoongi raised his hand, but Jimin quickly dragged it down with a huff of breath.

"Hyung, shut your pretty little mouth and drink your juice," Jimin advised to the older man, a frown soon playing on his lips when Yoongi pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

Mr. Jung swished the liquid around in his wine glass before responding to the argument, "Is he not an adult yet?"

"Oh, he's an adult. Yoongi just tends to strip all of his clothes off when he gets tipsy, and me being his boyfriend, I get a little turned on," Jimin supplied with an embarrassed grin, pink coloring his ample cheeks.

Mr. Jung scowled and ran a hand through his hair so he could breath a little easier, "Do you ever have intimacy with him when he's in that kind of stupor?"

Jimin giggled with a sense of unsurety coming out in his voice, "Oh, of course not, that would be taking advantage of my little sweetheart. I only have sex with him when we're both in that kind of stupor."

Seokjin looked down at his plate, wondering why he wasn't half as surprised as he should have been, "My god, you're a slut."

"When we're equally as drunk off our own asses, sometimes it's difficult to tell whether we're fucking in bed or out in the middle of the street," Jimin sighed with a snicker erupting from his throat, rubbing his neck awkwardly with his fingers.

This statement caused Jungkook to choke rather loudly on a piece of broccoli, Mr. Jung patting the middle of his pack until a nod was given to him in affirmation that he was all right.

"At least you guys not only wake up with a hangover from the night before, but the afterglow of an orgasm," Jungkook managed to point out, taking a slow sip of his beverage with a cough.

Mrs. Jung laughed as she gulped down some wine with a lick of her lips, "Thank the heavens up above that you guys can't get pregnant with a baby."

"Oh, that's all I fucking need to have happen, my two friends having a kid together," Taehyung bit his lip with a disappointed slump of his shoulders. "I was worried enough when Jimin was the damn host of that big summer blowout party in his backyard."

"I was at that party, and I think I lasted for like less than thirty seconds," Yoongi smiled as he bit into a piece of charcoaled beef. "Those were some fucking good times back then."

Wide eyes came to appear on Jin's face as he turned to his left to face his boyfriend next to Mrs. Jung, "W-Wait, did Jimin suck your dick?"

Mrs. Jung held up her hand in the air as a signal to stop anyone from answering the younger man's question, "Sorry, sweetie, but that's what a blowout means?"

"Actually, Mrs. Jung, that's what a blowjob is, but we called it a blowout because Jiminie sucked off like fifty guys or something, it was quite the event to be attending that summer," Taehyung corrected the woman, nodding as he finished his explanation with a quirk of his brows.

Hoseok chortled loudly in the suddenly quiet room, his shoulders shaking in the process of it, "I was an impressed best friend to a true whore at that moment, I never knew that Jimin could swallow that much come in one day."

"Me neither, but I wanted to break a record that week because I was bored, and I thought that the blowout party was such a wonderful idea to do," Jimin laughed, throwing his head back once he had swallowed more of his steak.

Seokjin gripped the table roughly and pursed his lips into a fine line before he spoke with a deep timber, "Can someone please just fucking tell me if Namjoon had his dick sucked by Jimin or not?"

Jimin smirked, winking an eye at Namjoon's blushing form as he smiled at Jin's fiery and abrupt temper, "I made sure to save the pretty baby, Namjoon, for last as I thought he would be sweet and savory like one of those caramel-filled chocolates sprinkled with sea salt. He looked absolutely delectable that evening, his waist slim in his blue polo shirt that reeked of a sweet perfume that I just couldn't put my finger on, it smelled like a fresh sprout of a flower in Spring. Namjoon looked so innocent and lost in the midst of all those sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other, aching to fill their wanton need for lust the only way they knew how. I remember how I wanted to wreck him in every way possible, including with my mouth. He was so cute, all flushed and whining for me in that-"

"Are you gonna write a fucking book? I don't have all day, Jesus Christ, I get the damn picture already," Seokjin seethed, glaring at Jimin with all-too-dark eyes of anger.

Hoseok shivered as he picked at the collar of his shirt, "Hey, does anyone else have an awkward hard-on, or is it just me?"

"I almost came in my fucking underwear, holy shit, that was good," heavy panted breaths came from Jungkook, the boy reaching for his glass of ice water with a trembling grip to his hand.

"Jin hyung, I clearly remember that Jimin did not give me a blowjob. After he surpassed a number close to thirty dicks, I got hungry and began eating some cake by the punch bowl," Namjoon nodded at his peeved as all hell boyfriend, the man grinning just a bit at that.

"You wouldn't have needed to eat that cake if I was there to fulfill your appetite, baby," Seokjin chuckled, his palm warm in the space between Namjoon's thick thighs.

Namjoon felt himself blush and he giggled as he held onto Jin's hand, "O-Oh, would that make my tummy full, h-hyung?"

Jin nodded and squeezed his knee out of adoration for the younger man next to him, "Very full, darling, very full."

Mrs. Jung sighed as she tipped back more of her wine, "I surely missed when I was younger. All of my friends back in school were so much more experienced than I was when it came to the bedroom."

Yoongi cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him, "So, that's why you don't want me drinking alcohol, Jimin-ah?"

"Yeah, I mean, I feel like I would just be using you, and I don't like that very much at all, hyung," Jimin bit his lip, tipping his head to the side a little as he spoke.

"What if I want you to take advantage of me, though?" Yoongi queried, mouth dimpling at the corner as he pulled on the most adorable frown Jimin had ever seen.

Mrs. Jung sighed with a small smile as she cut a carrot in half, "You two boys go ahead, this is the most action I've gotten in years."

Her husband looked offended for a moment at the other end of the table before he popped a square of potato in his mouth, "Honey, I have given you plenty of sex in the last few years. Don't you remember our nights of passion?"

"Seriously, now? I haven't received the pleasure I so desire since the day we conceived Hoseok together," she scowled, looking at her partner with utter disgust.

"Do your parents have problems with their relationship, if I may ask?" Seokjin murmured his question at Hoseok in a couple seats away from him with an indented brow, Jimin and Taehyung stifling their laughter.

Hoseok shook his head at first, but then licked his lips in the essence that he was confused on what to answer, "W-Well, whenever they have liquor at the dinner table, they often discuss their marital problems in a more or less peaceful manner along with it."

"I am dryer than a desert, for Christ's sake!" Mrs. Jung yelled, her face getting red and wrinkled with frustration for her husband in front of her.

Seokjin widened his eyes and squeezed Namjoon's hand a little tighter, "Sweet son of a bitch, that's sad."

Mrs. Jung nodded and patted Jin's arm, the boy fighting the urge to retract his body with the uncomfortable topic at hand, "Isn't it, though? I wish that we, as a couple, could find intimacy with each other again. Enjoyable intimacy, at that."

"I can't help that you don't enjoy it anymore, I don't know what to do about that," Mr. Jung shrugged, scrubbing his face with a muffled groan.

Mrs. Jung looked rather hopefully at Seokjin next to her, a smile creeping onto her mouth as she did so, "Seokjin-ah, you're a very handsome and definite young man, do you have any pointers on what we could do to make our sex life a little more... exciting?"

"I am not, under any circumstances whatsoever, accept sex tips from a boy that has barely reached puberty," Mr. Jung scolded with a frown at his wife, and then sending it over to Jin with a huff.

Seokjin hunched up his shoulders as he raised a finger to the air in front of him, "Just a little correction, I actually have reached and passed puberty when I was younger, so... yeah."

"Are you trying to be smart with me, young man?" Mr. Jung glowered at the younger male, an intimidating aura rolling off of him in sheets.

Jin shook his head and smiled with a nervous chuckle, "N-No, sir, I'm just trying to prove the fact that I'm an adult."

"He has a fully grown dick, too, I checked," Namjoon nodded, poking his thumb into his boyfriend's broad shoulder.

Jimin waved his hand in the air and giggled before he added in the conversation, "Me too, it's impressive that all of that can fit inside Namjoon, I'm proud to know him."

"I don't need to know about that, Jimin, but thank you for your token of knowledge as always," Mr. Jung grinned meekly, cringing a bit in discomfort.

Jungkook whistled with his fingers in his mouth and laughed heartily, "I bet Namjoon didn't know that his heartthrob of a boyfriend would be hung like a fucking horse, he must deliver that shit good too."

"Jungkook, now is not the time to be bragging me up," Seokjin smiled before hiding his face in hands out of embarrassment.

"It's amazing that I haven't had a heart attack throughout all this," Mrs. Jung chuckled with a soft sigh, clutch her chest with a a curled palm.

Hoseok scowled and stretched his arms with a fake yawn, "Well, I think it's time that I go to bed, guys."

The son then stood up from the table, gesturing the other boys to stand up along with him.

Mr. Jung scowled, but sipped from her wine glass again, "It's only eight'o'clock, Hoseokie."

"I'm awfully tired, I hope you don't mind," Hoseok said, faking another yawn as he was about to pad towards the hallway.

His mother smiled and stood up from her seat to peck with cheek warmly, the smell of drugstore liquor somewhat thick on her tongue, "Well, have a good rest, and good night, honey."

"I won't be going to bed immediately, but I'll be talking to the boys for a couple hours or so," his parents hummed in understanding with this statement, the both of them relaxing back in their dining room chairs as they all left.

Once Hoseok had led them all to his bedroom and closed the door, he grunted as he crawled on top of the bedspread, "Shit, I'm sorry about that, guys, that was so awkward."

Jungkook shook his head and laughed softly before he sat next to him, "No, it was fine, I actually really like your parents."

"Same with me, Kookie, his family always reminds me of this one reality drama I watched on television," Jimin giggled after collapsing on the floor in front of Hoseok's feet, patting his thighs to signal Yoongi to sit on them.

Taehyung ran over to the other side of the room, fetching the remote control for Hoseok's flat screen, "You boys wanna watch anything? Because I've been obsessing over the trailer for this mystery horror show that's supposed to be on tonight, the main character's a real bitch."

"That sounds good, Tae," Jungkook sniffed, settling back on the bed with Hoseok to lay his head on the older's forearm.

Namjoon came to find out through their friendship that Jimin can make a conversation out of anything, and one of the things he loved about their conversations was that it would distract from whatever they were currently doing.

Tonight was no different.

"Goddammit, I forgot to brush my teeth," Hoseok grumbled into Taehyung's mop of hair spread across his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his fruity shampoo with a grin.

Taehyung whined and nuzzled closer to his frame, "You can always do it tomorrow."

"And have smelly breath for the rest of the night? Fuck no," Hoseok protested, trying to wriggle arms out from under the two boys next to him.

"Fine, but be quick," Taehyung warned, pouting as he let his boyfriend stand up and go to the bathroom to wash up and change into his pajamas.

Jimin gasped and threw a handful of chips at the television from the bowl he was eating from when a character kissed the antagonist, "What a little whore, that bastard is no good."

"What the hell, Jimin? I just vacuumed the carpet today," Hoseok complained from around his toothbrush, mouth foaming up with residue. "Clean it up, it's your mess."

"Okay, I'm sorry for trying to intervene in someone's love life," Jimin sighed, getting up from the floor and turning on a lamp in the dim room so he could collect all of the chips strewn about.

"Now the bitch wants to have sex with him," Jungkook shook his head at the love scene starting to play out on screen.

Jimin laughed ad he threw his trash in the garbage bin beside Hoseok's desk, "Hyung, is this a part of your porn stash, too? Are you and Taehyung jacking off together and I don't know about it?"

"Considering that this is a new show, no, and you already know too damn much about our sex life," Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully, Jimin poking him in the ribs roughly.

"Hey, Jungkook, are you on drugs or something?" Hoseok waved a hand in front of the younger's dazed face as he came back in the room.

Jungkook snapped out of his trance and giggled, "Yeah, listening to Jimin talk is apparently very appealing."

"Have you ever been offered drugs, though?" Jimin asked, a frown visible on his features as he kneeled on the crowded bed.

Jungkook laughed in disbelief, combing his fingers through his hair, "Actually, yeah, some kids offered me some cocaine back in middle school, and I turned them into the principal."

"How the fuck did they get cocaine?" Taehyung chuckled, licking his lips.

"A dealer, I guess, I don't know," Jungkook shrugged with a raise of his shoulders and a tilt of his head. 

Hoseok snickered and itched the back of his hand, "I remember one time Namjoon wore a shirt to school that showed his collarbones, and everyone was drooling over him."

"He looked like an absolute model. And speaking of models, I think he would be a very good fit for a calendar," Jimin smirked at the defensive cross of Seokjin's arms across his chest.

Taehyung nodded and played with his fingertips, "Just imagine his sexy ass for every month of the year. That's what I call heaven."

Namjoon couldn't help but smile at his friends' behaviors, "Guys, you must really love making my Jin hyung mad."

"Only because we actually do love him," Jimin winked at the mentioned male with a toothy grin.

Seokjin laughed at this and got up to nudge Jimin's chest a little, "You sure like testing my nerves, but that's very sweet of you to say."

"I make everyone I love pissed off, don't feel too special," Jimin side-eyed the older male before smiling up at him.

Yoongi yawned and buried his nose in Jimin's thighs, "I'm tired."

Jimin giggled and patted his head, "Yeah, I think we should all go to bed, it's pretty late and we have school tomorrow."

"I'm cuddling with Namjoon tonight, so go fuck yourself, Hoseok." Taehyung raised a challenging brow at the older male before kissing his cheek as the boy collected some blankets and pillows for the carpet.

Seokjin stretched his arms over his head and sighed, "And as his boyfriend, I deserve to cuddle with Namjoon."

"You three can have my bed, and the rest of us can sleep on the floor," Hoseok grinned, shuffling out the materials needed and adjusting them across the floor for them to lay on.

When everyone had settled in and the lights were off, Jungkook slapped Hoseok in the arm from in front of him, "And try not to get a boner tonight, okay?"

"Well, I'm sorry that Taehyung is cock blocking me," Hoseok chuckled, intentionally bucking up his hips just to agitate the younger.

Taehyung sighed and nuzzled his jaw more into a sleeping Namjoon, "Stop being so needy, Hoseok, Joonie's sleeping.

"Good night, you fuckers," Jungkook groaned, wrapping an arm around Yoongi's waist next to him.

Jimin whacked Jungkook's arm before gliding a hand across it and laying it there around his boyfriend, "Good night, everyone."

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