(Jungkook's POV)

"It says here that 'Since stepsiblings are not blood relatives, they are legally free to marry each other.' Blah blah 'no state laws... since they are not at risk of having children with genetic defects due to being close blood relatives.'" Hoseok's finger traced the paragraph on the computer, speaking when coming to important parts.

"So you'd legally be able to be together, and no one except your parents, Namjoon, Jin and I know that you're step siblings. Plus, no offense, but there's a high chance your mom will divorce again."

I nodded as my eyes went over the screen, surprised by Hoseok's level of acceptance. This was definitely not how I thought admitting the truth to him would go. Taehyung and I weren't even technically 'together' but that idea made a smile come to my face.

"Okay enough research." Hoseok closed the laptop, turning to me. "Are you a top or bottom? Actually I already know, you're obviously a bottom." He commented.

"Why does everyone say that!" I hit him with a pillow making him laugh. "I could totally be a top."

"No, and with Taehyung? Definitely not." Hoseok laughed even harder when I hit him again. He picked up a pillow and hit me back. And all out war starting.

***

(Taehyung's POV)

"Where is he Taehyung?!" Her voice yelled over the phone. I pulled the phone away to wait for her to stop before putting it back on my ear.

"Look I know you're worried, but you have to calm down. Most teenagers do this at some point." I said gently, flipping through pages of a magazine.

"Not my Kookie! He never skips school!" She sounded panicked, as my eyes widened at a certain models outfit. I could totally wear that, Gucci should hit me up. "Taehyung!" My step mom's voice interrupted my thoughts. "He's not answering my calls."

"I'll call him okay, if he doesn't call back in the next hour I'll go out to look for him, alright?" I suggested, turning the page.

"...okay." She eventually agreed making me sigh in relief, I want to get back to reality TV show which I had to put on pause when she called. Apparently the school called her, alerting her that Jungkook had missed his first two classes.

"Good, now enjoy your vacation. I can assure you he's fine." After a few moments the call ended. I went to Jungkook's contact before pressing call. I grumbled as it went straight to voicemail, this kid, getting me in trouble with his mom.

She said he never does things like this though? What if something happened?

***

(Jungkook's POV)

"So fro-yo, no comparison to ice cream."

"Well ice cream can't be beaten but fro-yo is really good."

"It's knockoff-" Hoseok cut himself off, his eyes falling on the male coming out of his house. Hoseok and I had just pulled up to Taehyung's house, getting out of the car when we both spotted Taehyung leaving.

"Jungkook!" The red haired male ran up to me, trapping me in a bear hug. "Why the fuck did you get me in trouble?" His actions were very bipolar, hugging me yet scolding me?

"In trouble?"

"Your mother, she scolded me for not keeping track of you. Even it's not my fault you skipped school."

Dammit, I forgot the school would call her.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

Taehyung pulled away slightly, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. About to lean in when we heard someone cough.

"Still here." Hoseok laughed when Taehyung immediately jumped back.

"Um, I was just, there was something on his face!" Taehyung lied, trying to make an excuse for being so close a second ago.

"Relax, he knows." I giggled as he looked between us.

"Oh." Was all Taehyung said, eyeing Hoseok up and down. Hoseok broke the awkward silence that followed.

"I'm Hoseok, Jungkook's best friend." He held out a hand that Taehyung shook after a minute.

"Yeah one of the boys who trashed my room, I remember. I'm Taehyung-"

"One of the most popular strippers in the country!" Hoseok cut him off, suddenly excited. "What's it like being a stripper? Are there a ton of hot girls? Well I guess you gay so you wouldn't really being paying attention to that. Can you set me up with one of the female strippers? Do you have a lot of fans?" Hoseok was practically fangirling over him while I just watched, fighting back a giggle.

Apparently Hoseok did his research after I told him who Taehyung was. Taehyung looked at me, pleading with his eyes to get the younger boy to stop. I just laughed walking past them towards the house.

***

"So when are you going to ask him out? Or is he going to ask you out?" Hoseok asked me, Taehyung only two feet away!

"Hoseok!" I slapped my hand over his mouth. "You talk to much." I whispered as he smiled brightly. I removed my hand as I heard Taehyung chuckle.

"Private topic?" Hoseok asked and I quickly nodded. "So what about kids?"

"What?"

"Will you guys adopt or get a surrogate, when you're married that is. Or will-"

"Hoseok!" I yelled, my face completely red.

"I like this kid." Taehyung smiled, standing up from his chair.

"How come you never told me you had a pool?" I changed the topic as Hoseok kicked his feet in the water.

"You never asked." He shrugged coming over to me. "I like your friend and all but when is he leaving, I want to try something from the bowl." Taehyung whispered in the ear, crouching by my beach chair. Before I could answer Taehyung and I were being splashed with water.

"That was an epic cannonball!" Hoseok resurfaced, laughing.

"I bet I can do a better one!" I challenged.

"No way Kooks!" Hoseok swam over to the edge. I didn't notice Taehyung's pout as I stood up going up to the pools edge.

(Taehyung's POV)

Jungkook and Hoseok took turns trying to do the best cannonball. I watched as they did so my eyes immediately going to Jungkook when he got out of the pool. His boxers were soaked, he hadn't packed swim trunks so the boxers were all he was wearing. His wet hair sticking to his forehead as he smiled.

Fuck, I shouldn't get this aroused by just looking at him but I couldn't help, especially when he turned around to respond to something Hoseok said, the wet fabric hugging his a-

"Come join us Tae." He waved me over and I reluctantly got up. Hoseok went under again, and I took my chance.

"Jungkook." I came behind him wrapping my arms around his waist. "Baby, I need help." I groaned, my lips grazing his neck. I felt him lean into me, his hands running over mine.

"With what?" He asked innocently his eyes glancing to the pool where Hoseok was too busy doing laps to notice us.

I took one of his hands, moving it to my crotch, my boner very prominent. He gasped but didn't move his hand away.

"Can you help me?" I whispered, kissing the spot behind his ear.

"W-what about Hoseok?"

"I'm sure he won't drown." I mumbled, intertwining my fingers with his, leading him into the house.