Chapter 29 – Hoseok The Wedding Terror

Chapter 29 – Hoseok The Wedding Terror

"Karen?" Asked Jungkook. "If you're not coming on the first leg, what are we supposed to do for therapy?"

"You'll just have to keep it up yourself. I'll be joining you soon, just not right away. I have to fly back to the States for a while, but I'll be back by the second week of the tour. I do need a favor from you though. You're a wonderful patient and I adore working with you. Jimin, however, is a little stubborn. I'm worried about his shoulder. He's still in more pain than I would expect two months after the surgery. I believe it's because he's not putting the work into healing. He's doing his full choreo but he's putting his PT on the back burner. I need you to make sure that your fiancé is following his routine. Stay on him. I expect him to have made significant progress when I see him in a few weeks. Will you do that for me?" Karen smiled at Jungkook.

"Yes, I'll take care of it. He seems to listen to me if I ask nicely," Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook finished packing his Physical Therapy equipment and handed it to the equipment and stage manager. He ran up to his apartment to finish packing his luggage.

"How long are we gone for on the first leg?" Jungkook asked.

"Just a month, by the time we return, we'll have less than two weeks before the wedding. We'll have a brief break here in Seoul then we go back out again for the second half of our Asia tour," Jimin said as he attempted to stuff five shirts into the side pocket of his luggage.

"Too bad we won't get to have any sort of honeymoon," Jungkook said as he took three of the shirts from Jimin, "Baby, those won't fit."

"Well no honeymoon immediately, but it'll come later. Besides, anyplace I'm with you is a honeymoon," Jimin laughed sweetly as he grabbed the shirts back from Jungkook and stuffed them into a different bag.

"True," Jungkook concurred.

"What time is our flight?" Jungkook asked.

"We have plenty of time, it's not for another six hours," Jimin replied.

There was an aggressive knock at the door.

"Two guesses who that is?" Jimin said.

"Come in Hobi. It's open. And we're dressed and not sexually active at the moment," Jungkook giggled as he invited Hobi in.

Hoseok peeked cautiously around the door to verify that everyone was in full dress, then he came rushing in with about twenty different magazines.

"Guess what we're picking today?" Hoseok said full of glee.

Jimin and Jungkook did not answer. Instead they just stared and Hobi with slight trepidation.

"Wedding outfits for the Groom and Groomette? Groomzilla? Grooman? What the hell do you call the other Groom?"

"I think we're both just called Grooms Hobi," Jimin said confidently.

"OK then, we're picking outfits for the Groom and Groom," Hoseok repeated.

Hoseok splattered in the middle of the floor dropping the magazines. Jimin noticed that many of the pages had been marked with his favorite choices. They sat on the floor with Hoseok for an hour looking at strange wedding attire that Hoseok considered "fashion". His favorite choice was a pair of matching black Michal Kors one piece Unitards with black and white polka dot socks. Jimin passed on that choice, very quickly. Jungkook just looked on in confusion with his forehead crinkled.

His next favorite were two long dresses with tuxedo pants underneath. "Now this is high fashion." Hoseok exclaimed.

"I ain't wearing that." Jungkook said bluntly.

"Yea Hobi, I have to pass on that one too." Jimin agreed.

"No worries, we have plenty of choices," Hoseok was motivated to find the perfect wedding attire for his two trailblazers.

They spent another 30 minutes declining all of the choices that Hoseok had bookmarked in his magazines. Hoseok began to look a little dejected towards the end of their fashion review.

"Look Hobi, it's not that we don't love everything you have here, but I was thinking of something a little simpler." Jimin said delicately.

"Custom all black Versace suit with diamond cufflinks and black shoes." Jungkook interrupted dryly. Mom helped me pick it out last month.

Jimin looked at Jungkook amazed, "Custom all white Gucci suit with pearl cufflinks, my mom helped me pick it out last week."

"That's my baby, bone of my bone," Jungkook gushed.

They gave each of other high five and stared at at each other lovingly.

Hoseok watched the two of them gaze at each other and frowned in displeasure.

"Really? All of this fashion in front of you and you're wearing black and you're wearing white?" He looked and Jungkook and then at Jimin. "You two are honestly the most boring couple on the face of the earth. Can we at least get some polka dot pocket hankerchiefs?"

"We will definitely consider that." Jimin said politely.

"I better get going, I still need to pack a couple of things. It's about time for us to head to the airport." Hoseok collected his magazines and headed towards the front door.

"Ok thanks Hobi, we'll see you in a few minutes." Jungkook walked Hoseok to the front and closed the door behind him.

"So are we really going to be the black and white couple?" Jimin asked immediately after Hoseok left.

"Yes, black and white. Groom and Groomzilla." Jungkook teased. They both laughed and smiled.

"Wait, you're Groomzilla right?" Jimin asked sternly.

"If you say so my love." Jungkook looked around innocently scratching his neck. He walked back over to the couch where Jimin was seated and sat beside him.

Jimin sat in Jungkook's lap and spoke seriously, "Babe, there's something else I think we need to talk about. Once we're married, we need to find someplace to live. It's time for me to stop pretending to live with Hobi. I would like to move in with you permanently and build a home together."

Jungkook looked troubled, "What about when you piss me off and I want to send you home to Hobi? Can I still do that?"

"No, you BRAT!" Jimin socked Jungkook hard purposely in his injured arm. He continued, "Once you say 'I DO' it's done. I'm your problem. Forever."

"Together?" Jungkook whispered.

"Together." Jimin whispered.

"Done, now kiss me," Jungkook leaned in and gave Jimin a slow passionate kiss.**

With Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok handling the management of the group, comfortable travel became a much higher priority. The Company secured ownership of a private jet that the members used for all of their local travel. No more did the group have to endure mobs of fans attacking them and cramp airports.

The first stop of the new OT7 tour was Hong Kong, followed by Phillipines, Thailand and finally Indonesia. The big dome tours had become popular with the Asian ARMY, but even so, the appetite for OT7 was so great, that multiple dome shows were needed to meet the demand.

The members were going to be on tour for the next month which meant Jimin and Jungkook would be planning most of their wedding from the road. Niether of them were worried however because Hoseok clearly had it all under control.

Jimin and Jungkook were both sleeping in their seats on the airplane. Something heavy jumped across their laps startling them both and waking them.

"Wakey-wakey," a shrill child like voice called out to them. "Hey boys, it's wedding planning time. We only have three hours. As soon as we land we have to get to our room and get to practice. Let's make the most of our time."

"Ohh Hobi, really?" Jimin complained.

Jungkook didn't oblige. He turned his back to both Hobi and Jimin and continued slumbering.

"I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy this. It's time to pick…tah-dah…cake flavors." Hobi produced a bag and began pulling out samples upon samples of tightly packaged pieces of cake from different bakeries.

"Did somebody say cake?" Jungkook popped up looking interested.

"Yes cake." Hobi repeated, ��I have over 25 samples for us to try." Hoseok sat in the empty seat across from Jimin and Jungkook and took out three sets of chopsticks, "Let's get started."

It didn't take Hoseok long to realize that he really only had one discerning opinion upon which he could make decisions. It seemed as if Jungkook was incapabale of finding a single cake flavor that he didn't like. At one point, he just started shoveling whole pieces in his mouth with his chopsticks without even stopping to check the flavor or the bakery.

"Delicious!" he would mumble after each taste.

Jimin was much more analytical and descriptive of his likes and dislikes. Hoseok took out his large wedding planning notebook and took a careful log of Jimin's favorites.

Hoseok began listing all of the final choices, "Ok Jiminie, so looks like we've got our six flavors: Chocolate raspberry,"

"YES, that one!" Jungkook shouted excitedly

"Lemon crème' brulee,"

"YES, that was delicious!" Jungkook yelled again

"Matcha Green Tea,"

"YES, that one, it was literally green, we have to have that," Jungkook yelled yet again.

"Nutella - and of course plain vanilla and chocolate for the simpler crowd," Hoseok noted all of the flavors from the chosen bakery.

"UHH YES, the Nutella. I agree, great choices." Jungkook said as he rolled over again and headed back to sleep.

"You're not dismissed yet Kookie, we have more to discuss." Hoseok poked Jungkook in the back with his chopstick.

"What? What else could there possibly be?" Jungkook layed his head on Jimin's shoulder and crinkled his nose like a baby.

"We have to pick a design. I was definitely thinking six tiers, one tier for each year you dated. But we need a theme. What could we possibly use as a theme that represents you two?"

"The sun and the moon," Both Jimin and Jungkook said in unison immediately without hesitation.

"It should be a starry night's sky theme, maybe a black cake with the different stars." Jungkook smiled.

"And a sun that chases the moon." Jimin said as he stared into Jungkook's eyes.

"Definitely need O'Charleys constellation. It watched over us, the night of our first kiss. Do you remember?" Jungkook locked on Jimin and his eyes began to swim within the glow of Jimin's sparkle.

"O-RI-ON, my love," Jimin leaned in to kiss Jungkook, his eyes closed. He pressed forward in anticipation of the soft, warm, pink skin that awaited him on the tip of Junkook's mouth. His lips landed. Only instead of the soft flesh of his fiance's mouth, his lips met with a cold, veiny, web of thin fingers. Jimin's eyes flew open. Hoseok had thrown his hand between Jimin and Jungkook's kiss to block them from making contact.

Jungkook was equally surprised. His eyes flew open too once he realized he didn't land on his desired target. Poor Jungkook received the slightly salty inside palm of Hoseok's cold hand.

"Nope, not on my watch. This is a fuck free zone and I need you to stay focused," Hoseok said unapolgetically.

Jimin and Jungkook pulled back awkwardly. Both immediately wiping Hoseok's touch away from their mouths.

"Cake is DONE. Next up, the guest list. Now you two gave me a list of 160 people. The venue only fits 150, who are the ten we want to cut?" Hoseok took out a red pen to ready himself for elimination of the disinvited.

"Can you be one of them?" Jimin asked sarcastically.

"No. Give me someone else." Hoseok didn't seem to be in the mood for jokes.

Jungkook pulled his hat down low over his eyes and turned his back again refusing to participate in the "disinvited" list.

Jimin and Hoseok worked carefully through the list, excluding a few janitors and their plus ones in order to narrow the list down to acceptable numbers.

"We'll invite them all to the party, just not to the wedding?" Jimin asked hopefully.

"Yep, my sister did it when she got married. That's why I know so much about weddings. I helped her put everything together." Hoseok smiled, he was so happy to be a part of the planning for the event. Jimin got the distinct feeling that this wedding meant as much to Hoseok as it did to him and Jungkook.

"I've got the Intercontinental booked for the after-party/reception, I've got the Special Exhibit hall booked in the Seoul Museum of History and Aoki has confirmed. Things are moving along quite nicely." Hoseok scribbled something in his large notebook and then stood up, "We land in a few minutes. I think we made good progress. But we still have much to do," He kissed Jimin's head and punched Jungkook and then walked back to his seat.

******

The first two weeks of the tour were tough. Jimin and Jungkook were ill prepared for the fatigue and pain that would set in as they taxed their injured shoulders through the arduous nightly routine. The two also frequently argued because Jimin was not following his therapy routine that Karen prescribed for him. Jungkook did the best he could to keep Jimin on track, but Jimin grew resentful of always being nagged about exercise.

"Oh FUCK THAT, I just danced for three hours, I'm not going to go and do more "range of motion" stretches to appease Karen – who isn't even here." Jimin yelled at Jungkook.

"You're being an immature jerk, Jimin. This is for your own good. The pain in your shoulder is just getting worse. Nurse Killjoy was right. You really are a very bad patient." Jungkook said.

"Jungkook-ah, don't talk to me that way. You're the jerk. You won't even give me a break." Jimin motioned towards Jungkook in an effort to throw his sling at him, but Jimin's shoulder was so stiff that he was unable to complete the motion. He grimaced in pain and swore loudly. "SHIT, this fucking hurts!"

"Yes, it does, doesn't it." Jungkook's voice grew louder. He was agitated by a confluence of emotions including concern from seeing Jimin in pain and irritation in knowing that it could have been avoided.

There was a loud knock at the door. Jungkook yelled rudely, "What?" He stood there for a moment inside of their hotel room looking at Jimin full of anger. Jimin's biggest fault was his refusal to take care of himself. It led to dangerous things in the past and it was leading to more bad things now.

Jungkook quickly forgot about the visitor at the door and became enraged with a rare spilling over of his temper, "I didn't take a bullet for you so you could turn around and ignore your health, what was the point?"

"Oh so now letting me die was an option?" Jimin said bitterly.

"I never said that Jimin!" Jungkook was boiling.

"HEY, you two, I can hear you all the way down the hall, open the damn door," Namjoon said as he beat on the door more aggressively.

Jimin walked over to the door and opened it for Namjoon. Namjoon walked in looking at both of them angrily.

"Mind telling me what's got you two screaming at each other and disturbing the neighbors?" Namjoon sat on the couch near the bed.

"Yes we do mind. Stay out of our damn business Joon." Jimin spat angrily and turned his back.

"Jimin!" Jungkook admonished him, "I'm sorry Joon, he doesn't mean it. We're just having a little disagreement about his therapy. I don't feel he's taking proper care of himself and I'm tired of trying to force him to take this seriously."

"Forcing me? I'm not some fucking baby. Do you realize how much I give on stage? I give my everything. Now you want to blame me because I'm too spent to do some insignificant exercises? You're the one being ridiculous." Jimin kicked over the garbage can and retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Jungkook and Namjoon heard the shower start. Jimin was done talking and no one could force him to provide any further engagement.

Jimin was relieved to be alone and away from the perceptive intuition of Jungkook. He knew it was just a matter of time before Jungkook figured out that Jimin was hiding the full extent of his pain. Jimin looked at his bare chest in the mirror. His shoulder was swollen twice it's normal size. The pain was unbearable. He'd been hiding it from Jungkook because he didn't want to be lectured, but it was true that Jimin's pain was getting worse and it was affecting his ability to do everything. Jungkook wanted to make love the previoius night, but he couldn't because the pain in his shoulder was too much. He made up an excuse to forestall his fiancé; the first time he had ever done so. Jimin popped two Ibuprofen to help with the pain and then gingerly climbed into the shower. He cried as the hot water beat against his pain stricken injury.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Namjoon attempted to calm Jungkook who was angrier than Namjoon had ever seen him.

"He's so stubborn. And to what end? What do we gain from any of this? I've made sacrifices for him. More sacrifices than anyone should make, and this is how he repays me? A complete disregard for his own personal health? I can't deal with this Namjoon." Jungkook dropped onto the edge of the bed listless and fatigued.

"Jungkook, a little advice. Jimin is a piece of work. The more you try to push him, the harder he's going to fight. You know this. Let him be Karen's problem. She arrives tonight. You need to stick to the role of the loving and adoring boyfriend. It's what you do best. The minute he feels like you are pushing him around making demands, he's going to rebel just for the sake of rebelling. I know that he's suffering. But this is beyond you at this point. Just let him be, keep him massaged and help him heal. Karen will do the rest. She has a way of keeping him in line." Namjoon patted Jungkook on the shoulder. "Now how about you? How are YOU feeling?"

"Like shit! Who knew that it would be this difficult to recover from a bullet wound? This thing burns every day and there are times I feel like my shoulder's going to fall off. The weeks of PT could have never prepared me for the stress that dancing was going to put on the injury. But I'm ok. I really can feel myself getting stronger and getting better everyday. It's a process and it's not going to happen as quickly as I had hoped. Jimin on the other hand, he's regressing. I can see it. Did you happen to notice that he was unable to even make a fist with his left hand? I'm so worried." Jungkook rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Let Karen handle it. Please. Trust me on this one. She'll know what to do." Namjoon jumped up, "Oh crap, I have to go, sorry man, can we talk later?"

Jungkook gave Namjoon a quick handshake and said, "Yeah, but what do you have to do that's so urgent at 10pm at night?"

"That's my business." Namjoon smiled and left the room quickly.

Jungkook walked to the bathroom door. He laid his forehead against the door and closed his eyes. He slowly opened the door, without knocking, and entered. Jimin sat curled on the shower floor with his eyes closed allowing the water to hit against his bruised and swollen shoulder. Jungkook quietly undressed and slipped into the shower. He straddled Jimin and sat down behind him wrapping both of his arms around him. Jimin leaned back into Jungkook's embrace and cried.

"It's ok. We'll get through this. Together. I won't let you be in pain. I simply won't allow it." Jungkook kissed the top of Jimin's shoulder and continued to hold him tight.

It was around 3am the following morning when Jungkook was awaken by Jimin's pleas, "Ahhhh, Jungkook help me. Jungkookie. Jungkookie help."

This was the worse sound possible for Jungkook. It sent fear through his body. He jumped up and searched the room looking for Jimin. Jimin had fallen to the floor. Jungkook leaned down and scooped him up and placed him back on the bed.

"Jungkook, I can't feel my arm. The entire thing is numb. I can't feel my fingers but my shoulder is burning. The pain Jungkook, the pain." Jimin seemed delirious.

"Sweetie, it's ok. I'm here. Karen got in last night, I'm going to call her. Don't move ok. You'll be ok baby," Jungkook said as he held on to Jimin's hand.

Jungkook picked up his cell phone and dialed Karen on speed dial. Karen answered the phone quickly, fully awake. Jungkook was a little taken aback.

"Hi Kookie. What's wrong, why are you calling me this time of morning?" Karen said.

"Karen we need you. It's Jimin. His shoulder has completely seized up and he's having numbess and pain at the same time and I don't know what's happening. Can you get here?"

"I'm on my way. What room are you in?" Karen packed a few items in her medical bag as she spoke.

"We're in 1572, please hurry K, he's in a lot of pain and I'm worried." Jungkook hung up the phone and began pushing into Jimin's muscles just as Karen had shown him. He did everything he knew how to do to help relieve some of Jimin's pain. "She's on her way baby ok?"

Jimin began apologizing, "I'm sorry. I can't stand to see this look in your eyes. And this is the second time I've done this to you, after promising to never do it again."

"The look you see in my eyes is love. That's all. Well maybe a little lust. I'm horny." Jungkook smiled, trying to divert Jimin's attention from the pain of his injury.

Karen knocked on the door quietly. Jungkook opened the door for her to enter.

"Hey trouble maker, what's up?" She spoke to Jimin who was sitting on the bed. She immediately gasped when she saw the swelling in Jimin's shoulder. "I guess you haven't been doing your exercises to aerate your nerves have you?"

"Don't you start too. I've had to hear this crap for Jungkook for two weeks. I'm working my ass off on stage. That's enough exerc – ahhhhh, damn it hurts," Jimin yelled.

"I love you Jiminie, but you're too stubborn for your own good. Guess what? Your nerves are irritated around the wound which is causing the swelling and numbness. You've got some muscle atrophy too that is affecting your ROM still. Jimin you have to rest. I'm afraid you can't perform for a few days."

"What?" Jungkook said. "We have two performances tomorrow plus a concert."

"Great, Jimin won't be there. I have the authority to pull any of you at any time from a performance if I think your health is in jeopardy. And Jimin, your health is in jeopardy. You have to let the swelling go down. I'm going to give you a cortisol shot and put a medicated slow release bandage across your wound. You're going back into your sling tomorrow as well. Jungkook and I will take turns making sure the area gets massaged well. You should be good as new in a couple of days. But until then, I'm afraid you're out of the game. I'll contact management, Hobi and Namjoon to let them know. I'm sorry kiddo." Karen was genuinely sorry she had to pull Jimin's performance.

Karen gave Jimin a shot of Cortisol and then packed Jimin's shoulder on ice. Within minutes, the pain was gone and he was able to move normally again. The medicated slow release compression bandage kept Ibuprofen flowing into his blood stream to keep the swelling down. Karen fitted him into his sling again and left he and Jungkook.

Jungkook leaned down on both knees in front of Jimin and stroked his hair. He looked expectantly into Jimin's face, watching for any sign that would reveal his thoughts.

"Better babe?" Jungkook placed his hand softly upon Jimin's medicated compression bandage.

"Much better. Thank you Jungkookie. I'm sorry ok. You were right. If I had been doing my preventative exercises, I could have avoided much of this."

Jimin looked embarrassed.

"Not exactly. This is a situation unique to your injury. Jimin the bullet flew through me, but it lodged into you. You had a completely different set of structural damage to that old shoulder. This was probably bound to happen even if you had followed Karen's instructions. BUT, I will admit, that it wouldn't have gotten this bad, if you had taken better care." Jungkook continued rubbing Jimin's hair. "Now, let's get you back in the bed. I have to get up at 5am to get to our first appearance. It's going to be a long day for me so I better get some sleep."

Jungkook helped Jimin lie down in the bed, then propped his pillow and covered him. Jungkook crawled into the bed behind Jimin and spooned him from the back. "I love you Jiminie," he said before he fell fast asleep.

The next couple of days without Jimin on stage were odd to say the least. It had been a long time since they had to perform without their lead dancer and lead singer. But as usual, Jungkook did the heavy lifting without uttering a single complaint.

Jimin watched endearingly from back stage as Jungkook and the rest of OT7 wowed the audience. Jimin knew that Jungkook was fighting through his own pain but Jungkook never showed a single sign of weakness.

Jimin and Jungkook went back to their hotel room after the show to eat dinner and prepare for bed. They ordered room service as soon as they arrived.

"Well, you're back tomorrow. Are you ready? How do you feel?" Jungkook asked.

"I feel great. Thanks to you and Karen. I hated being sidelined for two days." Jimin gestured for Jungkook to come and sit on his lap.

Jungkook took his shirt off and sat in Jimin's lap.

"You know what else I can't wait to do?" Jimin licked the nipples on each of Jungkook's tight pectoral muscles.

"Pick center pieces with Hoseok?" Jungkook controlled Jimin's head forcing him to keep licking him.

"Uum no. I can't wait to – "

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Oh no, aggressive knock. It's Hoseok," Jungkook whispered.

"Pretend we're not here, shhh, quiet," Jimin suggested.

Hoseok called out in his child like mocking voice, "Don't pretend you're not there, I can see your lights on. Open the door. Open – Open – Open." Hoseok began to chant at Jimin and Jungkook to open the door and let him in.

"He's not going to go away, is he?" Jimin said.

Hoseok called again from the hallway, "I'm not going to go away, so you might as well let me in."

Jungkook opened the door and stood aside. Hoseok stormed in and did a little dance as he gained entry with his thick wedding binder by his side.

"Hello boys! Great concert right? Jimin you ready to come back tomorrow? We sure need you to take some pressure off of the Maknae here. He's been killing it in your absence though." Hoseok complimented Jungkook as he walked past him.

"OK guys, I've got some news. Jungkook put a shirt on, I'm uncomfortable. All of the invitations have been sent out. The cake has been ordered and the bakery sent over a few concept photos for you to see the cake design." Hoseok sat on the couch in their hotel room and pulled up the pictures of the cake on his phone.

"Hoseok it's beautiful." Jimin looked at the pictures with complete amazement. This is exactly how we envisioned it.

"Yeah, nice isn't it? They did a great job. Ok, next, we picked the table linens, all white linens with orchids, red roses, Lily's as the center pieces. Aoki is going to set up about two hours prior. I think he wants us to perform with him. You two think about that. How MUCH of a party do you want this to be?" Hoseok laughed. "Let's see now, first dance. I need to know what song you want."

"Ocean eyes," Jimin answered quickly and definitively. Jungkook made no objection. He pulled a white t-shirt over his taut body and took a seat on the other side of Hoseok.

Hoseok pulled out his big ass wedding folder and made a few notes. "Well, good that was easy. You two really are joined at the hip aren't you? What else, what else? Oh yea, this is a big one. RINGS. So far only Jimin has his engagement ring. But what are we going to do about wedding rings?"

"How could I forget that?" Jungkook slapped himself in the forehead with his palm.

"No worries, babe. I forgot too." Jimin said, "There's a concert tomorrow, but the next day is a free day, what do you say we go shopping? I think we can find something beautiful."

"Sounds like a plan, let me know when you have that all settled." Hoseok scanned his list for additional items that needed to be discussed. "Wedding vows. Are you writing your own, do you want me to google some or what are we doing here?"

"I don't always express myself well. I have to admit, I'm nervous about that." Jungkook looked down into his hands and fidgeted.

"Don't express yourself well? Baby, some of the most beautiful words that have ever been uttered on this earth, were spoken from your lips. I don't care if it's three words or three thousand, whatever your heart tells you to say, I want to hear it." Jimin leaned across Hoseok to kiss Jungkook. Jungkook propelled himself forward to meet Jimin's mouth with his.

Hoseok palmed both of their foreheads and pushed them back into their perspective corners before their lips could touch.

"Our room is not a fuck free zone!" Jimin barked at Hoseok.

"It is while I'm here. So are we googling vows or what?" Hoseok laughed.

"We will both be writing our own vows, thank you." Jimin laughed.

"Fine, get them done and make sure you're ready by the big day, ok?" Hoseok said as he looked down at his phone. His text alert buzzed.

Yoongi to Hoseok: Hey you seen Joon?

Hoseok to Yoongi: Nah, I'm with Jikoook

Yoongi to Hoseok: Haven't seen him since we got back to hotel, need him to sign a contract

Hoseok to Yoongi: He's been disappearing a lot lately. Chick?

Yoongi to Hoseok: Doubt it, but something's up

Hoseok to Yoongi: I'll let you know if I see him

Yoongi to Hoseok: Thanks. Tell Jikook their existence gives me heart burn

Hoseok to Yoongi: Will do LOL!

Hoseok looked at Jimin and Jungkook, "Hey, either of you guys seen Joon?"

"No, not since we got back to the hotel." Jimin shrugged.

Hoseok shifted uncomfortably, "He's been acting strange since we started this tour. Dissappearing every night ..."

"Around ten o'clock? Jungkook chimed in, "Yeah, I noticed."

Both Hoseok and Jimin looked at Jungkook a bit surprised that he had anything to offer on the subject.

Jimin leaned into Jungkook and squinted slightly, "How do you know?"

"When he was here the other night. We were in the middle of a deep conversation and he blew me off right around ten oclock and said he had to go and it was urgent. I asked where and he told me to mind my own business." Jungkook recounted.

"Mind your own business? That's rich coming from Namjoon." Jimin was cranky. He didn't appreciate Namjoon's secrecy. If any of the other members tried to keep something from him, they would be excoriated, but now here he was keeping secrets from them.

"We aren't going to solve this mystery tonight. I'm sure Yoongi will get to the bottom of this tomorrow. It's getting late. I better go." Hoseok gave both of them the biggest hugs possible and left their hotel room.

"You know," Jimin said, "he really is kind to help us this way. I would have no idea where to even begin planning if it weren't for him." Jimin watched the door for a moment after Hoseok left, reflecting on how thankful he was for his involvement. His mind refocused and he turned towards Jungkook, "Now, where were we?" Jimin sat on the couch and pulled Jungkook back into his lap.

There was another knock at the door, "Room Service."

"FOOD!" Jungkook jumped out of Jimin's lap and rushed to open the door.**

It was the last week of the tour and Namjoon's strange dissappearence every night was still a mystery. He was confronted by several members who demanded to know what he was doing and where he was going. He answered no one. His standard response was always, "It's my business, please respect my privacy." After a while, the members chose to just drop the subject. They all knew that once Namjoon was ready, he would eventually reveal his secret. In the meantime, they continued to speculate quite openly regarding what they thought Namjoon was up to.

"I think he goes to brothel's and gets laid," Yoongi speculated first.

"Nah, that's not his style. He's more of a one whore at a time type of guy," Soekjin added.

"You guys, he's just going to visit different crab collections, give him a break," Tae joked.

"What crabs is he visiting at 10pm Tae-Tae?" Jimin was irritated at Tae's suggestion that there were crabs available for play dates at such a late hour.

"Why do we care?" Hoseok chimed in.

"Because it's weird. Why everyday? Why 10 pm? We're on tour. He can't possibly know anyone here. And it wouldn't be as big of a deal if he would just tell us. It's the fact that it's a mystery that really has us curious," Jimin said.

"Why can't we just respect his privacy like he asked, and move on?" Hoseok pressed again.

"What fun would it be if we just moved on?" said Tae, "Guessing is half the fun."

"What if he's taking some sort of classes?" Jungkook who was pensive in thought finally joined the conversation.

Soekjin looked at Jungkook thoughtfully, "That sounds like something he would do, but we're traveling internationally, where would he take a class?"

"Good point, I don't think that's it. I still think it's a girl," Yoongi folded his arms and sat back in his chair. "Maybe a very special girl, because otherwise, he would have told me about it."

"A girl sounds plausible. I'm starting to lean towards a girl." Seokjin agreed.

"I really wish you all would just leave it alone. Please let him have his peace about this. He'll tell us when he's ready!" Hoseok excused himself from the table. He no longer wished to continue speculating about Namjoon behind his back.

Hoseok walked back to his hotel room. He tapped the key card against the reader and opened the door. The room was dark. He walked in and flipped on the first light within reach. There was a figure sitting on his couch. Hoseok let out a blood curdling scream and ran back towards his hotel door. The figure caught him and slammed the door back shut before Hoseok could escape.

"Hobi, Hobi, it's me calm down sweetheart, it's just me." Kwang wrapped his arms around Hoseok and tried to calm him down.

Hoseok's eyes glossed over Kwang. It took him seconds to recognize his face and reach calm. "You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here? Why are you in my hotel room? How did you get into my hotel room? Why are you in Indonesia?" Hoseok was yelling at Kwang as loudly as his voice could carry. He held his chest gasping for air. He was so frightened that he was shaking. Kwang continued to embrace Hoseok into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I thought I would surprise you. I was in Indonesia on business working with the Indonesian counter-terrorism task force and I knew you were here too, so I wanted to see you. Since we connected a few months ago to help Jimin and Jungkook, I haven't been able to get you off my mind," Kwang said seductively.

"How did you get into my room?" Hoseok demanded.

"You know I have my ways Hobi. Do you not know who I am?" Kwang smiled.

"Well it's creepy as fuck and I don't appreciate it. We've got thousands of fans who would like nothing more than to sneek into our rooms. We don't need the "Head of Counter-Terrorism" giving them blueprints for how to do it. You arrogant asshole." Hoseok was furious with Kwang.

"Hobi, please, calm down. You're over reacting. Will you please talk to me? I came all this way to see you. Don't make me leave." Kwang spoke with an authorative smooth charm. He was negotiating his position.

Hobi folded his arms and continued to stand by the hotel door, refusing to budge.

"Your hair is blonde. You look amazing. How is the tour going?" Kwang was wearing a black button-down shirt, black slacks and a long black wool coat. His Counter-terrorism badge was attached to his belt buckle on the left side and his 9mm automatic hand gun was secured in his holster on his right. He stepped back from Hoseok to pull off his long wool coat.

"Don't take that off," Hoseok sniped, "you won't be staying long."

Kwang replaced his coat without a dispute. He didn't verbally acknowledge Hoseok's rejection, but putting the coat back on was a sign of respect to let Hoseok know that he heard him loud and clear.

"Since I won't be staying long, will you tell me quickly, how are you? I-I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I know I haven't called but, I didn't know what to say." Kwang moved closer to Hoseok.

"Mm, ok so you can't figure out what to say over the phone, but you're full of conversation after breaking and entering. Makes perfect sense." Hobi stepped back a pace to move away from Kwang.

Kwang stepped forward two paces. At 6' 2", he towered over Hoseok. He looked down at him. Their eyes locked. Hoseok stood still with his arms crossed; his defensive posture unwavering. Kwang lowered himself to Hoseok's level and turned to Hoseok's ear. He could feel Kwang's sweet, warm breath against his cheek. Hoseok resisted the urge to turn into him.

Kwang spoke quietly into Hoseok's ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But it was all worth it to see your beautiful face again. I'll go now my sweetheart."

Kwang kissed Hoseok with the lightest most innocent touch on the lips. "You're the love of my life Hobi, it took me ten years to figure it out. But at least, now I know." He leaned against Hoseok to grab the door handle behind him. He pulled open the hotel door. Hoseok moved to the side to allow him to leave.

Kwang said no more. He stepped through Hoseok's door and never looked back. Hoseok murmered, "Kwang don't go," under his breath but it was too quiet. He couldn't bring himself to say it any louder. Kwang never heard his petition. A single tear rolled down Hoseok's cheek as he stepped back and closed the door to his hotel room.

Jimin and Jungkook chased each other down the hallway as they headed to the swimming pool for a late night swim. They came to the lobby of the hotel and turned right toward the indoor pool. They ran directly into Kwang as he exited the elevator on his way out.

"Sgt. Kwang?" Jimin was astonished. "What are you doing here? Here to see Hobi I assume, but how did you know we were here? Is everything ok? Is someone in trouble?" Jimin sputtered off questions as quickly as they came to him.

"Hey guys, wow, it's good to see you. You look a lot better than the last time we saw each other." Kwang smiled.

Jimin and Jungkook weren't particularly fond of the reference, but they smiled back politely.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm in town for work. I saw Hobi was here too for the tour. I came to see him, he didn't want to see me. That's the end of the story. Good to see you guys again. I'm really really happy to see you back on your feet." Kwang excused himself and walked past them exiting the hotel.

"Has he always been that hot?" Jungkook tilted his head slightly and watched Kwang walk out.

Jimin looked at Jungkook with disapproval. "Let's go talk to Hobi. I think we need to find out more about this mysterious visit." They made a U-turn and headed back towards the elevator up to Hobi's room.

"I'll do the talking ok, we need to get him to open up about why Kwang was here." Jimin said.

Jungkook shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "When have I ever done the talking? That's so not how this works."

Jimin laughed and kissed Jungkook, "Right."

They reached Hobi's room and knocked on the door hard, in unison. "Hobi-hyung!"

Hoseok came to the door. His eyes were red and the joy that he usually carried with him like a pocket of sunshine, was gone.

"We just saw Kwang in the lobby. May we come in?" Jimin asked politely.

"Come in," Hoseok allowed them to enter his room.

"Do you have a sex tape that we need to get back?" Jungkook immediately opened with the worst possible joke ever.

Jimin glared at him and shook his head in disapproval. Jungkook laughed lightly and took his position in the corner.

"Hobi, what's happening? Why is Kwang here?" Jimin gently placed his hand on top of Hoseok's hand.

"Your guess is as good as mine. He came unannounced and was sitting here in my hotel room when I returned. He scared me shitless." Hoseok complained.

"How did he get into your room?" Jimin asked.

"My guess, he hacked the hotel key card system and unlocked the door remotely. Remember, he's a cyber terrorism expert. He kinda knows how to do these things." Hoseok seemed to know Kwang's subset of skills very well.

"That's not terrifying at all," said Jimin sarcastically, "Hobi how do you feel about him being here? Were you happy to see him?"

"After I realized he wasn't a murderer, yes, it was nice to see him. He's still hot." Hobi smiled a little.

"I know! Did he always look like that?" Jungkook again injected a poorly timed comment.

Jimin glared at him again and shook his head again.

"But the more I thought about the intrusion, the angrier I became. How dare he just show up here and break into my room. Ten years ago, I thought this type of behavior was sexy, dangerous, bad boy. Now that I'm an adult, I realize it's rude and intrusive."

"It is a bit unsettling, but I don't think he meant any harm." Jimin tried to excuse Kwang's behavior. "Did you talk? What did he need to say? It must have been important for him to go through all of this." Jimin was holding Hobi's hand now.

"He was here all of fifteen minutes. I asked him to leave and he left. That is really all there is to it." Hoseok dropped a tear again.

Jimin grabbed one of Hoseok's tears and comforted him with, "I'm not going to intrude. But Hobi, your face is speaking a thousand words right now. I don't know what you're feeling or what you're going through, but please know that we love you. If you want to talk this through, we're here. Ok?"

Hoseok didn't offer any additional commentary. He walked Jimin and Jungkook to the door and wished them a good night.

Jungkook couldn't understand it, but Jimin seemed satisfied with the vague information he had extrapolated from Hoseok. Jungkook immediately questioned Jimin trying to guage the success of the interrogation.

"We got everything we need. Hobi rarely opens up to anyone. This is the most we're going to get. We've got the history so we know what Kwang means to him. It looks like Kwang is trying to rekindle something with Hobi, Jungkook. Hobi's not willing to risk his heart again. Even though it's been ten years, that hurt is still there. Based on his tearful reaction, we know that he still loves this guy. However, based on the fact that he only let him stay for fifteen minutes, we know that he doesn't trust him." Jimin tapped his chin with his index finger as he thought more about the situation.

"How the hell did you get all of that from a five-minute conversation where he told you nothing?" Jungkook looked amazed.

Jimin smiled at his fiance, "I guess I can read people well? One thing is very clear, if they're going to get this going again, they're going to need a little push."

Jungkook smiled at Jimin, "And are we the pushers?"

"Yup, looks like our wedding guest list just went back up to 151." Jungkook high fived Jimin and they continued on their route to the indoor swimming pool.