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Hoseok and Jimin teach Seokjin how to dance. Kind of.
It boils down to this: Hoseok and Yoongi want to watch their boyfriends have sex.
“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”
The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.
(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)
“And what if I was asking? What if I asked what you want?” Taehyung enjoyed the way this put-together, successful man seemed to be shy at this, the way he looked flustered.
Namjoon swallowed, looking at him. “I want you to meet my husband.”
“So. You and Taehyung… fuck. For fun?”
Jimin had chuckled darkly, surprised at Jungkook’s bluntness. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”
“And you... want me to be cool with that?”
A night of karaoke between best friends Jimin and Taehyung takes a turn when Jimin unexpectedly shows up with Jungkook -- the guy he's been seeing. Taehyung and Jungkook can’t take their eyes off each other -- and Jimin's not exactly sure how he's supposed to feel about that.