Stuck In Between | ot7 | Five

 Pair: Sope x f!reader ; Ot7 x f!reader

Summary: What does it take for a life to be changed forever? For you it was running into one of Bangtan’s seven –the most powerful street gang in all of Gwangju. It was only supposed to be a steamy one night stand after night out, but after being targeted by Bangtan’s number one enemies, you find yourself interlaced with seven dangerous men. Can you get your old life back? Or will you stay stuck in between what you believe to be good versus bad? 

Chapter warnings: Let’s get to know some members? 

 WC: 5.4k

 Being cooped up inside Hoseok’s bedroom for three days straight wasn’t exactly a plan you initially had, but it ended up happening anyway. Every time you tried to venture out, you heard voices and rushed back into the room with your heart on your throat. 

As it turns out, living in a house full of dangerous strangers was more nerve racking than you thought. You knew you weren’t a guest in the house, you hadn’t been invited to be there. You were a casualty. 

You still saw Hoseok everyday, as he made sure to bring your every meal, snacks and drinks during the day, always sticking around for an hour or two in between his job tasks –which you still weren’t quite sure what it was–, but he never slept there. 

Which, again, you weren’t expecting him to, not really. It was obvious he could stay with his hook up during the night, or with any other member. If their rooms were as big as this one, you guessed he had plenty of sleeping options. 

On the same day you arrived, Hoseok had sent someone over to your house to pick up a list of things you asked him to; which mostly included clothes, some books so you could keep up with your studies, a few sentimental things you didn’t want to go missing in case the place got raided, your laptop and phone. 

The two final items were still to be given to you, as Hoseok had asked one of his members to do a swipe on the devices to make sure there weren’t any bugs and you weren’t going to be tracked, but something told you that’s not all they were doing with it. 

You were glad that you at least had your own clothes to wear, and weren’t forced to raid Hoseok’s wardrobe. 

You were inside the walk-in closet –which had a small space opened up for your things–, just changing from your pajamas into a sundress as the days were getting warmer, when you made a decision.

Your pity party ended today. 

Hoseok had assured you that you weren’t a prisoner, you weren’t being held hostage and being kept against your will, and you were under Bangtan’s protection. You had every right to be here. So you wouldn’t let yourself whiter away between these four walls anymore. 

You had mostly no way of telling the time, as the bedroom didn’t have any visible clocks and you didn’t know how to ask the alarm lady to answer you, but you had learned to tell meal times from the position of the sun through the glass walls. So you knew it was about lunch time and decided to make your way down to the kitchen and find Hoseok before he brought your meal up to the room. 

The Bangtan mansion was a whole lot different during the day, and now that you weren’t shaking, lost and panicky, you could pay more attention to the details in decor and architecture. 

The hallways were wide, the floor felt warm under your bare feet, the marble walls had paintings of different styles that shouldn’t work together, but they did. With every corner you rounded while trying to find the kitchen, you saw a new art piece, and not a single thing was out of place. 

For seven men to be living together in a place like this, you’d expect the occasional article of clothing thrown around, or a pair of shoes in the middle of the hall to make you trip, but everything –much like Hoseok’s bedroom– was spotless. 

Assuming the kitchen was on the first floor, you ventured down the main staircase and with every corner or archway you crossed, you expected to run into someone else and have an awkward first interaction. 

Following the sounds of pots and pans made your task a little easier, as well as a sweet laugh coming from the very back of the first floor of the mansion, passing by a couple of closed doors that you didn’t yet know if they were bedrooms or common rooms shared by the men. 

The kitchen itself was decked out with last generation appliances, from the huge double door fridge to the microwave built in on the wall, and the double oven with the fancy dials to the rice cooker.

Everything was in the same shades of silver, gray and black, from the countertops to the furniture and pans. It looked more like the kitchen you’d expect to see at a restaurant than a home; you already missed the mismatched plates and colorful mugs you’d find in your own cupboards. 

You walked in slowly as you realized from the noise that the kitchen wasn’t empty. One man was cutting up fruit pieces into perfectly symmetrical squares, and the second one was putting a food bowl on a tray that looked surprisingly like the one Hoseok used to bring your food up to the bedroom. 

You knew the one with the fruits wasn’t one of Bangtan, as he was much too old, and his clothes were white and his hair was hidden behind a net. 

The one with angelic features, small eyes and round cheeks, however, was.

“Hi, there.” even his voice made him sound sweet. He motioned to the tray he had been putting together and said: “Hyung is out, so he asked me to bring your lunch and I thought it was about time we met.” 

“Hello.” you didn’t know yourself to be so meek all the time, voice barely above a whisper. However justifiable it was, as this was a Bangtan member you hadn’t been introduced to yet, you begged yourself to get your shit together. “You’re Jimin, right?”

“Yes, I am!” he nodded, platinum blonde hair moving softly as he walked deeper into the room. “Where would you like to eat, little mouse? Should I still bring this to your room, or are you okay eating out of your hide?” 

“I’m fine with eating here.” you nodded with a nervous smile you hoped still came off as friendly, sending the man by the counter a little bow. “Hi!”

The man only nodded his head and waved, getting back to his own task. Jimin, pulling a chair at the table for you to sit, explained:

“That is Mr. Baek, he’s our private chef.” Jimin moved around the table to sit in front of you after you were settled. “He’s the one who has been cooking all of the delicious meals you’ve been eating.” 

“Oh?” your eyebrows twitched, which of course didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin as he said:

“You’re surprised. Did you think Hobi hyung had been the one to cook for you all this time?”

“I hadn’t given it much thought, I guess.” you offered him a little shrug as Jimin took the bowl of kimchi jjigae from the –now unnecessary tray– and placed it in front of you, along with a spoon and chopsticks. “And, I’m sorry, little mouse?”

“Ah, yeah, that’s what we’re calling you, because you never leave your burrow.” Jimin giggled sweetly. “Tae and I wanted to meet you sooner, but hyung didn’t let us.”

“Sorry, I guess I was a little scared of walking around before.” you admitted sheepishly, eating a spoonful of your lunch, tongue being attacked with all of the flavors and perfect seasoning. 

“What do you have to be scared of?” Jimin asked you with a tilted head that made the earrings in his ears clink together. 

“I’m scared of all of you.” you admitted honestly, but so far you didn’t regret venturing out and about just yet. 

“Heyy, you don’t have any reason to be scared of me.” the angelic man pouted, plush lips perfectly kissable and soft. “Do I look scary?”

You really wanted to know how a man like Jimin ended up in a gang. Someone who just looked soft, angelic, delicate, someone so pretty that he should belong on stage, maybe even on TV. But you supposed that’s what made him really dangerous. If he was cut out for this life, then the innocence he held must taste as sweet as poison.  “No, you look cute and lovely.” you squinted your eyes at him, slurping from your spoon before adding: “Which means I should be scared of you most of all.”

“Smart little mouse. You’ll fit right in.” Jimin giggled, but something about his posture changed. As if he was starting to get a little more comfortable in your presence too, and if you said something right, you couldn’t guess what it was. “But you do know you don’t actually need to be scared of us, right? You’re under our protection now, against Dogsa. It would be contradictory if any of us planned on hurting you, don’t you think?”

“I’m just trying to lay low.” you promised, spoon fishing for a piece of kimchi. “I don’t want to be in any trouble, because I am thankful to all of you for letting me stay.”

“Then prove it to us. Don’t just hide in there and wait for Hoseok hyung to come keep you company everyday.” Jimin proposed. “Now finish eating, Taetae is dying to meet you, too.”

The way Jimin spoke didn’t leave you any other option but to slurp down your lunch so you could go and find whoever this Taetae was. You had your guesses, however, as Hoseok had mentioned Jimin and Taehyung were rather close and each time you saw him, Jimin was stuck to the side of the other blonde man of the gang. 

“Everything I’ve had since arriving at the house has been delicious, Mr. Baek. Lunch today was amazing.” you smiled at the chef once your lunch was done, both you and Jimin getting up from the table.

The man didn’t say anything to you again, which you thought was odd, but looked back and bowed with a new smile. 

“If you’re ever hungry or craving anything in particular, you can just ask Mr. Baek and he’ll make it for you.” Jimin told you and bowed to the chef after bringing your empty bowl to the sink. 

The two of you said your goodbyes to the chef and left the kitchen, but instead of going back through the path you came from, Jimin led you to the left wing of the house, where you had yet to see anything of. 

“Jimin–ssi?” you asked softly, voice quiet as you continued: “I’m sorry, but is Mr. Baek mute?” 

“Ah, kind of.” Jimin’s voice was as low as yours, as if the walls had ears. And, in a place like this, you assumed they did. “Mr. Baek is a defector from Gangnam. When people try to leave Gangnam… Let’s just say they lose something.” 

“What do you mean?” you had a small frown between your brows as you tried to understand the real meaning behind his words.

“We assume Mr. Baek knew a few secrets from Gangnam, so, before leaving, he, uh–” Jimin’s nose scrunched and his head twitched, as if he didn’t want to voice the following words: “He cut off his own tongue and sent it to Gangnam’s leader. As a way to prove he just wanted out and didn’t intend on saying anything.” 

“Oh my god.” you gasped, eyes wide. 

“He’s been loyal to us, for all the years he’s worked as our chef, ever since we took him in.” he explained. “But he’s never told us anything about Gangnam either.” 

You were about to ask more questions, but a very tall man, in a tank top and gym shorts rounded the corner and almost ran into you and Jimin. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat and he held a towel to his face to dry it. Noting both you and the shorter man, he said:

“I should have known if anyone could get you out of that bedroom it would be our Jiminie.” the man with the deep voice and raven hair walked the short steps to reach you and offered you a hand to shake. “It's a pleasure to finally officially meet you. I'm Kim Namjoon.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Kim.” you bowed your head in respect, avoiding eye contact as his mere presence demanded respect. That and the fact you had your suspicions that this very man was the leader of Bangtan. “I guess I have you to thank for allowing me to stay in your home?”

“No need to thank me, and there's no reason to call me Mr. Kim, either.” he assured you, letting go of your hand, but still holding onto a friendly smile that you didn’t buy for a second. “I understand this is unusual for all of us, but it makes me happy to see you’re starting to feel a little more comfortable to leave your hide. You're free to use any of our facilities and explore the grounds while you’re here.”

“Thank you, Namjoon-ssi.” you bowed your head again, noticing how diplomatic the man sounded, more like a businessman than someone welcoming you into his house. 

You also took notice of how he used the words while you’re here. When Hoseok made it sound like you could stay for as long as you needed, for the undetermined future, Namjoon’s phrasing made it seem like your stay had an expiration date. 

“Where are you two headed?” Namjoon asked Jimin, tone a lot softer than the one he used with you. 

“I was just introducing little mouse to Chef Baek, now we’re off to find Taehyungie, hyung.” Jimin beamed. It must feel nice to be in the good graces of Kim Namjoon. 

“I think I saw him going to the playroom.” the man said, and Jimin reached out to link your arms together. 

“Oh, good! Thanks, hyung!” 

“Not so fast.” Namjoon hushed, before you and Jimin could walk past him. “We're having dinner at seven tonight. Don't be late.”

“Of course, hyung.” Jimin nodded, hugging your arm a little tighter. 

“I'm serious, Jiminah, we'll start eating without you.” Namjoon warned with serious eyes.

The blonde boy, on the other hand, whined and almost stomped his feet: “Yes, yes, I knoooow.”

You didn’t know just how many times Jimin had been late for a Bangtan dinner, but you guessed there were many. Jimin also seemed like the kind of guy that liked to spend hours in front of the mirror, perfecting every little detail about his appearance; from the strands of his hair, to his perfectly ironed clothes. Not that he needed to, not with a face like that. 

Which wasn’t something you would ever tell him out loud, or he’d most likely use it against you at some point. 

The two of you were allowed to slip away after that, as Namjoon headed toward the kitchen, possibly for a post workout snack. You looked at the leader, over your shoulder, then your attention was back on Jimin.

“Am I invited to that dinner, too?” you whispered his secrecy, letting Jimin pull you away, arm secured on his hold. 

“I believe the word you're looking for is ‘requested to attend’.” Jimin told you with a pointed look and a raise of one of his perfectly sculpted brows. “You're the main attraction.”

“I don’t like the way you make that sound–”

Ignoring your concerns, Jimin pulled you to the end of the hallway. “Come on, the playroom is right behind that door.”

“What kind of playroom is it?” you heard yourself asking in an attempt to kill the voices in your head that were trying to make you anxious about dinner tonight.

“Don't worry, it's not a sex dungeon or anything.” he giggled, which did little to settle you. “That one is in the basement.”

“What–”

Jimin was laughing again, head falling against your shoulder, and you hated how he could just look so damn pretty all the time. “You're too tense, little mouse, that makes you too easy to mess with.” 

“Can you blame me?” 

“I suppose I can't.” Jimin let go of your arm as the two of you stopped in front of a frosted glass sliding door. “But we can help you relax.”

Jimin held onto the shiny gold handle on the door, dragging it to the side to open it just enough for the two of you to walk in before sliding it closed again. For some ungodly reason, being cooped up inside a new room, instead of out in the open where you could run into just anyone, made you take a small breath of relief. 

Just like the kitchen, and just like Hoseok’s bedroom, the playroom was spacious and filled with natural light; thanks to the clear glass sliding doors at the back of the room, that would lead into the grassy backyard. 

The tiles on the floor were white, as were the walls, with gold panels and light fixtures decorating the space. From what you could see, the playroom was separated into two halves; one side had a pool table, a bar cart, and a ping-pong table, and the other had a comfortable couch that might fit an army, a TV unit with many video games and a snack bar. 

Organized crime aside, this place was shaping up to be the dream home for seven young and wealthy bachelors. One of which was skipping over the couch to come greet you. 

“There you are!” the surprisingly tall man had a pretty boxy smile on his face as he approached you. His hair was also blonde, but while Jimin’s was more on the white side, this one had golden locks. “I was starting to think you were keeping her all to yourself.”

“I would love to, but Hobi hyung might be mad at that.” Jimin giggled and your stomach should not have flipped in the way that it did. 

“Hi, I'm Taehyung.” the man opened his arms for you and pulled you into a warm hug that stunned you into a freeze. “You can call me Tae.”

“He also goes by handsome.” Jimin added from somewhere in the room.

“I can see why.” you spoke under your breath, starting at Taehyung once he broke the hug. This man was so handsome that it was more than a little intimidating, which didn’t match his bright smile and open disposition. “I feel the need to say congratulations on your face.”

Even his laugh was good looking, if that was even possible. “I like you already.” he beamed, pointing his head to something over his shoulder. “Do you play pool?”

“I played a little at university, but I'm afraid I was also drunk most of the time, so I don't know how good my sober skills are–”

You were regretting your honesty as soon as the words left your mouth, noticing the matching mischievous look both Jimin and Taehyung were sporting as you mentioned being drunk. 

“Say no more!” Jimin was already walking to the bar cart –which looked more like an actual mini bar–. “I love myself a good day drinking.” 

“You can say no to him.” Taehyung spoke quietly, hands on his hips as he shook his head. “I mean, you’d be the first. But you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” 

To know you had the option to escape peer pressure was nice, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want to drink. 

On the one hand, you apparently had an important dinner to attend tonight, and being drunk during it was not in any of your plans. But on the other hand, drinking a little might be good to alleviate the tension on your shoulders and help you relax. 

Jimin might be a little devil in disguise, but he was right earlier. However temporary all of this was, you were under Bangtan’s protection, and none of them were actively trying to hurt you. 

Besides, you couldn’t depend on Hoseok for everything, and a game of pool and alcohol seemed like the perfect opportunity to make friends. 

Ten minutes later and the three of you had a glass of fancy whiskey with ice in one hand and pool cues in the other. 

“Alright, how do you usually play?” you were the one asking after a couple long sips of the liquid courage that went down dangerously smooth. “You’re not ganging up on me and playing two against one.” 

“Was that a pun, little mouse?” Jimin arched an eyebrow and you frowned, letting out a small giggle as you heard your own words back. “Ganging up.”

“Jin hyung would have been proud of that one.” Taehyung mused as he rubbed a piece of chalk on the tip of his cue. With him standing on his side, you noticed two things: First, the sharpness of his profire rivaled Hoseok’s. And, second, he had a neck tattoo; branches and thorns that hid under the collar of his shirt. “We usually play teams, but we can do one on one.” 

“We also play for a prize.” Jimin circled you like a shark, leaning back with his ass against the table, facing you. “Are you up for it?” 

“I might not have access to my bank account right now, but even if I did, I don’t think I could play with the kind of money you’re probably used to.” you croaked.

“We don’t want your money.” Taehyung was chuckling before blowing on the tip of the cue. “There’s something else you can give us.” 

“Think about it as something mutual.” Jimin shrugged, feigning innocence behind dark and slitted eyes. “You can benefit from it, too.”

“Alright, tell me the rules.” 

You didn’t think your fake confidence was really fooling either of the men, and you ignored the shivers that were running up and down your spine as they watched you with pointed looks. The ideas running through your mind were a lot worse than reality, once Jimin explained how they wanted to play. 

It was pretty simple, really. If one of them scored, they got to ask you a question. And when you scored, you could ask either of them anything you wanted to know, too. You didn’t have anything to hide, you considered yourself pretty boring in comparison to the secrets they had to keep. So it was easy to agree. 

If only you knew. 

 As it turns out, you really sucked at drunk pool just as much as you sucked at sober pool. Both Taehyung and Jimin absolutely annihilated you during the first match, but they were nice enough to let you get a couple points in, and they also aimed their own questions at each other; making you laugh as they tried to one up each other when it came to embarrassing stories of each other. 

So far, you knew Taehyung had a family dog called Yeontan, who lived with his parents in Daegu, he had lost his virginity at seventeen, and once he broke a tooth while eating ice cream. About Jimin, you knew he had a crush on Hoseok when they were teens in dance class, but nothing ever happened there (he went as far as swearing they were more like brothers now), his family was now in Busan and his dad still sent him flowers every year for his birthday. 

When it came to you, you had told them the name of the boy you had your first kiss with, how you never broke any bones, that the only illegal thing you ever did was stealing a sticker from a notebook without paying for the whole thing, and that you wanted to own a pet fox when you were younger. 

All questions and answers were pretty tame, but you knew they were only going easy on you to get you relaxed and loose lipped around them. 

When you gave up on playing pool, realizing they were much better at it than you were, you offered to switch and play darts instead. It was a little harder to keep up with the rules, so after the first couple of throws, you wordlessly decided to just ask each other questions, while aimlessly throwing pointy things to the dartboard.

The board was right at the back of the room, so you were standing near the glass wall that would lead into the backyard, when you threw a dart and hit a very low point. But you still asked:

“What is it that you do?” you changed places with Taehyung, as it was his turn next. “I mean in Bangtan.” 

“I can’t believe it took you this long to ask that one, little mouse.” Jimin giggled. He was still drinking, while you and Taehyung had already quit on the second glass. “I’m a thief.” the shorter man sounded way too proud of saying it. “I can get anything, from anyone, anywhere.” 

“Interesting.” you nodded, the alcohol in your brain making you impressed, rather than worried about just what, from whom and where Jimin had stolen from. turning to Taehyung, you asked: “And you, pretty boy?” 

“I’m the guy you call when you want to have some fun, pretty girl.” Taehyung sent you a look over his shoulder as he threw the dart without aiming. It would have been a good move too, if only he didn’t miss terribly, making you laugh instead. “I’m in charge of soft drugs. Weed, pills, anything you need for a good time.” 

“That’s good to know.” you smiled with a crooked head; not that you ever thought you’d be asking him to hook you up with anything, but you also never thought you’d be living under the same roof as seven of the most powerful men in Gwangju. “And the others?”

Both men exchanged glances as if they were having their own private discussion about whether or not it would be a wise idea to tell you. You were about to count your losses when Jimin spoke again:

“Hoseok hyung is our weapons guy. His team is the one to bring them in, send them out; from handguns to the heavy stuff.” he told you, and it made sense, with the way he unclipped and handled the gun you found under the pillow in the penthouse. “He particularly likes ones with fire.” 

“Fire?” you mused with a tiny laugh, thinking back to his arson and ashes tattoos. 

“Anything that explodes, really.” he shrugged. “Blowtorches, molotov cocktails… He gets creative.” 

“Yoongi hyung works with me.” Taehyung pulled your attention to him. “But he handles the hard drugs like meth and coke, usually to suppliers and dealers, while I sell directly to the public.” 

“And the Seokjin guy?” 

“Seokjinnie hyung is our intel guy.” Taehyung continued. “He’s the one you go to when you want information, or to have your data altered online. Hyung can get into any system in the world, from bank accounts to government shit.” 

“Alright, I’m next!” Jimin chirped, but, unlike you thought he might, he didn’t move to grab a dart. He had a small, teasing smile as he completely changed the subject, not really giving you much time to dissect everything you heard: “Did you have fun with hyung?” 

Jimin’s question, paired with Tae’s dark and intense eyes, brought a warmth to your cheeks as you thought back to that night you met Hoseok. 

“It was very nice, yeah.” you sighed breathily, giving your own cheeks small taps to send away the blushing.  

“Would you want to fuck him again?” Jimin asked, when it wasn’t even his turn.

“Yes.” you muttered under your breath, avoiding their little knowing smirks. “But… What’s the deal with him and Yoongi?”

“Ah. That’s complicated.” Taehyung chuckled, resting his back against the glass wall and handing you the dart, as Jimin apparently gave up on playing. “What did he tell you?” 

“Just that they hook up, but they can see other people.” you told them with a little shrug, hoping you didn’t sound nosy. Even if you were. 

“Mhm, they do.” Jimin was sitting on top of the pool table, legs dangling from the edge. “It’s rare when they do it without the other, though.”

“Yeah, we thought they would be dating by now, you know?” Taehyung said, pointing his head towards the board for you to throw. 

“Why do you think they aren’t?” you asked as you threw, almost hitting the wall with how bad it was. 

“Jealous, little mouse?” Jimin teased, and you wondered if you were that obvious. 

“No, I just don’t want to get in the middle of anything.” you justified. “I’m no homewrecker, so if they love each other–”

“Love?” Taehyung laughed out loud, which made you turn to face him with your hands on your hips. “Darling, when you do what we do, love only complicates things. It puts a target on your back.” 

“Well, I already have a target on my back.” you huffed. 

“Yes, because you fucked hyung once.” the tall man continued, pushing away from the glass wall to tower over you. The tip of his finger traced down from your forehead and the slope of your nose, making you close your eyes on instinct. “What do you think would happen if he was in love with you?”

“What do you think would happen if the hyungs were in love with each other?” Jimin asked and his voice was a lot closer than you expected, you could almost feel it on the back of your shoulder.  

“Just because it shouldn't happen doesn’t mean that it won't.” you whispered, opening your eyes to see Taehyung licking his lips. 

“Are you saying that because of them, or because of you?” Taehyung mumbled and the depth of his voice was surprising. 

“I–”

“Doll?” 

At Hoseok's voice, you felt yourself breathing in a tiny gasp. Looking behind you, past Jimin, you could see Hoseok standing at the door of the playroom. He was much too far to have heard what you were just talking about, but his jaw was set as he watched you stand so close between the two men. 

“Come.” he called, making you squirm on the spot and slip away from Jimin and Taehyung to rush towards him. 

“Hi.” you smiled up at him as you stumbled into a halt, needing his hands on your waist to steady you. 

“I went looking for you in the bedroom, but I can see you found something fun to do, huh?” Hoseok spoke calmly, sending the two boys behind you a look that you couldn’t quite interpret. One of his hands cradled your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip, and you really would not mind if he kissed you. “Were you drinking?” 

“Just a sip.” you lied, and Hoseok smiled with a fondness that you hated. 

You hated it because, with the current state of your inebriated brain, it was hard to lie to yourself that you didn’t want this man. In any way that you could have him. 

“She also met Namjoon hyung.” Jimin provided a distraction from Hoseok’s very enticing lips. 

“Oh! I did!” you nodded. “Namjoon-ssi said we're having dinner tonight. All of us!” 

“He did, did he?” Hoseok asked you, but his enquiring eyes were once again focused on his members. “And you two thought it was a good idea to get her drunk before her first family dinner?” 

The room was silent after his question, and if you looked behind you, you might see both men looking down in shame; or smiling proudly, you weren’t sure. Hoseok was shaking his head at them, obviously unhappy about this little turn of events. 

“Let's get you into bed so you can sleep it off, yeah?” the man offered and you were nodding a reply. 

“Wait!” you pitched, turning around to look at your opponents. “Who won the game?” 

“You did, little mouse.” Jimin assured you and you sent him a thumbs up, making him smile. 

Hoseok’s hand was on the small of your back as he guided you out of the playroom and all the way up the stairs towards your bedroom –well, his bedroom–. You could tell there were things he wanted to say, maybe ask about your little game session with the two younger men, but he made the wise decision of not saying anything. 

“So, about dinner.” you asked, once it was just the two of you back in his room. “I have no idea what to wear. Think you can give me a hand later?” 

“I got you, doll. Don’t worry.”