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We’re Dripping In It

Chapter Interlude: Daydream

Hoseok found Jin clutching his head and bowed over the dining room table as he left his office from a meeting. He caught a glimpse of Jungkook’s back retreating up the stairs and disappearing into Namjoon’s room. He looked back at Jin and sat down in the chair next to him, clearly the brothers had another spat.

Hoseok leaned back in his chair and waited for Jin to speak. He was just starting to think of what he should order for dinner when Jin spoke up.

“I didn’t know he was on the streets, she didn’t tell me.” Jin whispered hoarsely, into his hands. He pounded his fist onto the table in anger. “She lied to me!”

“That seems to be your mother’s M.O. at this point, I’m sorry to say.” Hoseok murmured, ignoring the glare that Jin threw his way. “Why weren’t you there Jin? Why weren’t you home to watch over your brother?”

Jin sniffed and looked back down at the table, “We were broke, dirt broke. Mom was still using, it was draining any funds we had from her retirement and from what dad had left us. I barely had enough to send Jungkook to school in Seoul and afford his travel there, but I was making it work. I took as many jobs as I could, I stayed out of company business but it wasn’t enough. So, I started taking the odd job from any company that would hire me. I was working to feed him when he ran away to live in Seoul.”

“He didn’t just up and leave, Jin. He was kicked out. He probably didn’t even know what you were doing for him.” Hoseok said softly, looking over at Jin’s slumped form.

“I know that now, I didn’t then.” Jin said softly, his hands slumping on the table top. “All this time, I’ve been thinking that you guys corrupted my little brother. Not that you saved him from much worse.”

“I told you that I kept my promise Jin, I kept him safe and trained him while he was with me, secretly of course. But all the credit goes to Yoongi-hyung and Tae, they’ve taken the most care of him. They’ve treated him like the son they can never have.” Hoseok says, laying a hand on Jin’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do now, Hoba. How do I mend this?” Jin whispered, looking over at Hoseok with shining eyes.

“Be there for him now,” Hoseok says softly, brushing a hand through Jin’s hair before resting it against the back of his head and scratching the short hairs there. “Don’t fight with him about his choice about being here, he’s already made up his mind. Get to know him, spend time with him, and listen to him. He’s a good kid, he’s got a big heart. If you show him how much you care about him, he’ll let you in. It’s just going to take some time.”

Jin sighed and leaned his head against Hoseok’s shoulder, “It’s not fair how good you are with words.”

Hoseok chuckled and placed his arm around Jin’s shoulders, “You can blame Joonie for that, you need to have a way with words to compete with him.”

Jin chuckled hoarsely and laid a hand on Hoseok’s stomach, “I’m going to have to apologize to everyone, aren’t I? I’ve been a bastard this whole time.”

“You’ve always been a bastard,” Hoseok chuckled when Jin smacked his stomach in response. “An apology would be nice, but I would have a conversation with everyone. They need to hear your side of the story, they’ll understand.”

Jin hummed, “I’m sorry, Hoba. I shouldn’t have left the way I did.”

“I knew you weren’t going to stay Jin,” Hoseok sighed, placing a hand on top of the one laying on his stomach. “It didn’t make it hurt less when you did, but after killing your father’s murderer I knew you wouldn’t stay.”

“I’m sorry for just leaving a note though, I should have said goodbye properly.” Jin sighed at the memory of his sudden departure all those years ago, Hoseok hummed in acknowledgement. “Did you ever find your birth parents?”

“I did,” Hoseok sighed, leaning his head back against the wooden chair as Jin settled over his chest. “They’re dead in a ditch somewhere, drug overdose. Serves them right.”

“You don’t mean that,” Jin scowled lightly, intertwining their fingers over top Hoseok’s toned stomach.

Hoseok scoffed, “They sold their son for their drug addiction, then promptly died of an overdose from those drugs. Karma killed them, I’ve had enough time to be thankful for it.”

“Are you still having any episodes?” Jin asked softly, running a thumb across Hoseok’s knuckles.

Hoseok hummed, “Not often, I’m more determined than ever to help Namjoon take control of the drug cartels. I don’t want any other parent to have to deal with what mine did when they brought me home. I don’t want anyone else to grow up with the lasting effects.”

“Are you going to shut them down, once you have them?” Jin asks, making a confused noise when Hoseok makes a negative one.

“I wish we could, I wish we could just destroy all the drugs across South Korea, but people will just get them from somewhere else. We can’t stop that, but we can stop the mass produced junk from getting on the streets.” Hoseok explained gently, running his other hand up and down Jin’s shoulder. “Right now, the stuff that’s being put on the streets is killing people. Namjoon and I want to put a stop to that, we want to make sure that the doses are controlled and as safe as they could be.”

“You can’t stop all of the corruption.” Jin pointed out lazily.

“No, but we can sell our better product at half the price. We’ll run the rest of the dealers out of the country.” Hoseok chuckled, picking up one of his legs to stretch it over the seat of another chair.

Jin hummed, “So, what’s been going on between you and Jimin? I sense tension.”

Hoseok frowned and looked down at the crown of Jin’s head on his chest, “Tension? Do we seem angry with each other?”

Jin scoffed, Hoseok could practically feel the eye roll against his chest. “Not that kind of tension, Hoba. Sexual tension, you dummy.”

“Oh,” Hoseok murmured. “Right that, Jimin and I have only really started flirting with each other for the past two years. I’ve been hesitant to start anything with him, because of the kind of company he came from. I saved him from it and he needed time to heal from his past. Yoongi-hyung and Tae have helped him a lot with that.”

“Don’t wait too long Hoba, he’s not going to wait around forever. And he’d be a fool to let you slip away, like I did.” Jin sighed, removing himself from Hoseok’s embrace and started moving out of his chair. Hoseok reached a hand out and grasped Jin’s, he looked down at the man in question.

“I didn’t slip away, Jin, you just haven’t caught up to my pace yet.” Hoseok said, standing to his feet, he leaned forward and placed a kiss against Jin’s cheek. “Get some rest, we have work to do tomorrow.”

Hoseok slipped his hand out of Jin’s and walked up to his room, he caught a glimpse of Jimin’s door swiftly closing and sighed as he passed it. Pausing in front of the door he whispered, “Come talk to me when you’re ready, Jimin. I don’t need miscommunication on both sides.”

He moved to walk past to his room but stopped when the door swung open. Jimin glared at him, his face streaming with tears.

“What the hell do you mean by that?! It seemed pretty obvious what you meant!” Jimin whispered hoarsely, clutching the door knob in his hand with white knuckles.

“Did it?” Hoseok asked, stepping towards Jimin with a challenging look. “Then you weren’t listening hard enough.”

Jimin scowled and moved to shut the door in his face, Hoseok hesitated for a second before slamming his palm against the door and pushed himself into Jimin’s room. He let the door swing closed behind him and got into Jimin’s space.

“Are you going to listen to me Jimin, or are you going to continue jumping to conclusions?” Hoseok asked softly, his nose brushing lightly against Jimin’s. He caught Jimin’s fists in his hands and pushed him to the bed, forcing him onto his back onto the mattress and straddling his waist. He planted Jimin’s hands above his head, holding tight to his wrists as the man struggled underneath him.

“Jimin,” Hoseok scolded, dodging a headbutt from him. “Be reasonable here.”

“You’re the one pinning me to the bed!” Jimin grunted indignantly, thrusting his hips up to try and flip them over but was unsuccessful.

“Fine, then you can just listen while I hold you still.” Hoseok sighed, adjusting his weight to keep Jimin’s legs from kicking him. “I’m not choosing between you and Jin.”

Jimin froze and stared up at him in confusion, “What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok wished he could scratch his nose in embarrassment, his cheeks felt hot as he looked down at the comforter and not at Jimin’s confused face. “What I feel for the two of you is different. I don’t like you in the same way that I like Jin and vice versa and I’ve never been one to… settle with just one person. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Hoseok glanced back at Jimin’s face blinking at him as he tried to process what he was hinting at. Then it clicked and Jimin deflated on top of the bed.

“Does Seokjin know that? About you?” Jimin asked as Hoseok slowly released his hold on Jimin’s wrists.

Hoseok scratched the back of his head, “Yes, it came up in conversation once, but I wasn’t with anyone when he came the first time around.”

Jimin hummed and placed his hands on Hoseok’s thighs that were still on either side of his waist, “What exactly happened between you and Seokjin? I know he left after killing his father’s murderer but you guys seemed close just now.”

Hoseok sighed, “Nothing really ever happened, we just bonded easier than the others. I trained him before Namjoon did, but it never led to anything. Jin was too focused on finding the man that killed Jang-ssi and I needed to keep my brother from burning himself to the ground.”

“What did Seokjin mean when he said you have episodes?” Jimin asked, tilting his head as he looked up at the man.

Hoseok blinked for a moment, “Haven’t I told you that my birth mother took drugs while pregnant with me?”

Jimin blinks back at him and scrunches his brows, “No! I didn’t even know you were adopted!”

“Oh,” Hoseok murmurs, giving Jimin a sheepish look. “Namjoon’s parents found me in a rival company's warehouse, my birth parents sold me for their drug addiction. I had withdrawal symptoms as a baby and while growing up. They aren’t as bad now, I’ll only get them if I’m not sleeping well or I’m under too much stress.”

“So how did Seokjin find out?” Jimin asked, clutching his hands on Hoseok’s hips.

Hoseok shrugged, “I told him, it helped us bond. And then he witnessed some of my seizures, it was a very stressful time then. I’m thankful for it though, it helped me keep Jin under control. He listened to me better than Namjoon and Yoongi, especially after seeing me like that.”

Jimin nodded in understanding and his gaze returned at a teasing one, “So, when you say that you feel differently for each of us, what do you mean by that?”

Hoseok scratched the end of his nose and looked away from Jimin’s sultry eyes underneath him. He mumbled incoherently as Jimin started running his hands slowly up Hoseok’s chest.

“What was that? You were mumbling,” Jimin teased, sliding his hands up to Hoseok’s shoulders and suddenly flipping them over so that he was on top and straddling Hoseok’s waist.

Hoseoked looked anywhere but at Jimin’s teasing face, “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Jimin.”

Jimin hummed as he settled over Hobi’s pelvis, running his hands up and down Hobi’s chest. “I want you to tell me what you feel about me and Seokjin, and how you want us to move forward.”

“Well, I like both of you. I’m attracted to both of you,” Hobi mumbled, catching Jimin’s hands before they wandered lower on his stomach. “But I don’t want to pressure either of you into a relationship with me if both of you hate each other.”

“I don’t hate Seokjin, I barely know him.” Jimin countered, twisting their fingers together. Smiling when Hobi finally meets his gaze, “And he can’t be that bad if you were willing to share your past with him. I’m willing to see where it goes with the three of us, if Seokjin is willing. This needs to be an agreement between all of us.”

Hobi nods in agreement, “What do we do if Jin isn’t willing to try?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jimin says with a shrug, before leveling Hobi a very serious look. “I can share you with him, Hobi, but only him. I understand your preferences, but we’re not immediately looking for another person if Seokjin doesn’t agree.”

“I know that, Jimin, I didn’t mean it like that.” Hobi assured him, pulling him down to hold him against his chest. “I’ve usually joined someone else’s relationship, not start my own. I was shocked how long I liked Jin for, then you came along and the feelings for both of you just grew, even in his absence. I’d never try to force you into a relationship with someone else. It’s Jin for us, or no one.”

Jimin hums happily as he settles across Hobi’s chest, tucking his legs between the other man’s. “You have good tastes in men, I must say. Have you seen how hot that man is, damn I would have jumped his bones if you hadn’t.”

Hobi snorts as he reaches over and turns off the lamp, bathing the room in darkness. “Trust me I know, try sparring with him some time. It’ll take every level of self control you have after hearing the sounds he makes while being tossed onto the mat.”

“I’ll spar with him tomorrow then,” Jimin says cheerily, pulling the comforter over the top of them. He smiles as Hobi’s chest shakes with his sunshine laughter, closing his eyes and tucking his face into the man’s neck as he starts to drift off. The smell of Hobi’s vanilla body wash soothing him into a gentle sleep.

We Hid In the Shadows

Chapter 1: Pandora’s Box

Warning ⚠️: Blood, Dead Body, Death of side character, Mourning, Grief

The day Kim Hoseok's world crumbled to pieces, he had been blind sided by it. Everything about the day had been normal business, nothing had tipped him off that it was going to be anything but an ordinary day.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you, Joonie? I can move my meetings around to make time.” He said, following closely behind Namjoon and Jang-ssi as they headed out the door for their meeting with the Seoul Empire.

“It’s okay hyung, I’ve got Jang-ssi with me.” Namjoon assured him, patting his shoulder as the car pulled up for them. “And the correspondent was very specific in who they invited to this meeting.”

“I know that, that’s why I’m worried.” Hoseok admits, scrunching his brow. “It was almost too specific.”

Jang-ssi pats his shoulder as he passes to slide into the car, “Don’t worry about your brother, Hoseok. I’ll make sure he gets home safe, this is my last mission before retiring. Gotta make it a good one.”

“You come back in one piece too, Jang-ssi. You’ve earned that retirement, gotta be in one piece to enjoy it.” Hoseok scolds lightly, the two men chuckle as they settle into their seats and look over at him from inside. “If anything happens, I’ll find you.”

“I know hyung, you always do.” Namjoon murmurs, smiling his dimpled smile before the door closes and the car rolls down the driveway.

Hoseok crosses his arms and watches as it disappears down the long driveway, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He sighed as he saw the flashing alert of his 9AM meeting. With one last glance down the empty driveway, he heads back into the house for his negotiation with the Bad Omens Circle.

He’s in the middle of a meeting with Yoongi about their shipments from the Red Velvet Ring when the door bursts open. They look up from their paperwork and stare at the huffing man at the door.

“What is it, Lee?” Yoongi drawls, dropping his pen onto the table. “We’re in the middle of…”

“The Boss is back and he has Jang-ssi in his arms. He’s dead.” Lee huffs, clutching the wall with white knuckles.

Hoseok and Yoongi are out of their chairs without another word, running out the room. Hoseok’s heart pounds in his ears as he runs down the stairs and down the halls towards the crowds of men and women huddled at the foyer. The sea of bodies parts for them revealing Namjoon kneeling on the Bulletproof Company crest engraved on the floor.

His brother’s face is splattered with blood, his clothes are in tatters around his broad shoulders, and a body lays on the ground in front of him, covered in a white sheet. Hoseok kneels next to his brother, Namjoon raises his tear streaked eyes to his.

“They shot him,” Namjoon whispers, his lip wobbling as he speaks. “It’s my fault… he jumped in front of me.”

Hoseok reaches forward and places both of his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders, tears running down his own face. “He did what he had to, he promised to bring you home safe. And he did, he didn’t die in vain Namjoon.”

Namjoon drops his head, sobs wracking his body as it hits Hoseok’s shoulder, “He got away Hobi. The man that killed him got away before I could get him.”

“We’ll find him,” Hoseok promises, wrapping his arms tightly around his little brother. “We’ll find him, he won’t get far. I promise, he’ll die screaming.”

Hoseok looked over at Yoongi as he held his sobbing brother in his arms, Yoongi placed a hand on Namjoon’s head while signaling for the men and women around them to leave and take Jang-ssi’s body away. The two men stare at each other over the shaking form of their leader, silent tears running down both of their faces as Namjoon’s sobs echo through the empty room.

They buried Jeon Jang Hyuk in the family memorial, Namjoon and Hoseok stood solemnly next to their parents as the coffin was lowered into the grave. Hoseok stood as a barrier between his father and Namjoon, the conversation before the ceremony still ringing in his ears.

“I leave you in charge for one day and you go and get my Second in Command killed,” his father had growled, getting right into Namjoon’s steel face. “If your mother hadn’t written the retirement papers I signed, you’d be out before the ink dried on your banishment papers, boy.”

Namjoon had held himself together for the entirety of the scolding, his jaw clenching at the harsh words but no other outward emotion to betray the hurt he must have felt. He stood impassively next to Hoseok, staring down at the ground as the coffin was covered in dirt.

Hoseok placed a gentle hand on his brother’s arm and guided him back to their waiting car before their parents could try to speak to them further.

“Do you think he’s right?” Namjoon asked hoarsely, as the car drove them away from the gravesite and towards their apartment in Gangneung. Hoseok looked over at his brother’s bowed face, silent tears streaking down it. “I shouldn’t be the leader of the Bulletproof Company, I should just step down.”

“I don’t think father is right,” Hoseok says after a minute, Namjoon looks over to him. “Mistakes happen, Namjoon. Jang-ssi knew that going into the mission, just like the thousands he’s gone to before. You leading that mission or not wouldn’t have changed the outcome of that day. What matters now is what we do in response, we need to find his killer and bring him to justice.”

Namjoon nods, his face turning cold at the memory of the man that killed his mentor. “They were all wearing masks at the meeting, I didn’t see that bastard’s face. But I’d recognize him if he spoke, he never once shut up while I was speaking to the correspondent.”

“Were there any cameras there?” Hoseok asked, pulling out his phone to start messaging Yoongi to start sweeping the warehouse for evidence before burning it to the ground.

Namjoon shrugged, “They didn’t allow us to do our own sweep of the building before the meeting started.”

“That’s not too unusual, was the man declared at the meeting?” Hoseok groaned when Namjoon shook his head in response. “So, important enough to be there but not enough to be declared, fantastic. This will be a real manhunt for sure.”