Jungkook paused drinking as gunshots rang from the dancefloor, screaming voices of panicked guests muffled the next shot before he continues sipping his drink. Namjoon sighed from beside him and he looked at the older man, questioning.
āSomeone probably groped Hoseok. Again,ā Namjoon mumbled, pouring another shot in his glass. Seokjin snickered beside Namjoon and Namjoon grumbled in answer.
āYou would never think Hoseok-hyung is the leader of this fucked up play-gang,ā Jimin added, running his fingers on Taehyungās hair who was busily tapping on his phone.
āGang?ā Seokjin gasped, faux insulted, āWeāre a little classier than cat fights, Jimin-ah.ā
āBesides that, it really isnāt surprising,ā Jungkook finally contributed and he shivered a little as everyone turned to look at him now, even Taehyung stopped tapping on his phone. āBetween the two of them, itās obvious who is in charge,ā he continued.
āWell, in bed itās Yoongi-hyung, thatās for sure. I mean, I am still pretty traumatized from hearing whatever play they do inside Hoseokie-hyungās room,ā Taehyung quipped.
āDitto. But in reality? It is Hoseok who has big bad meanie Yoongi wrapped around his pretty little pinky,ā Seokjin added, nodding at nothing.
The roar of the gun stopped and by the lack of screams, the people have evacuated from the club. From downstairs, Jungkook could clearly hear Hoseokās little giggles and Yoongiās growling.
Jungkook tipped his glass and downed the rest of his drink. He guessed they probably would not like what they would hear from Hoseokās room again.
