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Jimin’s just minding his business on an awful date as any regular person would - smiling politely at awful jokes, smoothly avoiding holding hands, and suggesting they separate early.
While his date is trying to convince him to continue the evening, Jimin meets eyes with a pretty guy walking past. The stranger offers Jimin a commiserating smile, probably having overhead Jimin’s dates pleas, and Jimin smiles in return. That’s all that interaction is supposed to be, and Jimin turns to his date.
“It sounds like a lovely idea,” Jimin says, having no clue what his date suggested. “But I really need to get home now. I promise to call y--” Jimin gasps, cutting himself off, arms instinctively going around the person who lifted him up.
Eyes wide, Jimin blinks up at the pretty stranger in whose arms he finds himself. But the pretty guy seems to be in a trance, eyes glinting gold and murmuring about protecting his treasure.
“Jimin-ssi! Are you okay? What is--” his date calls after them as Jimin is carried away swiftly.
Jimin only waves, looking at his date rooted to the spot, a look of confusion on his face. “Sorry, Minjun-ssi. My ride is here,” he giggles.
“That’s not my name,” his date shouts back, not that Jimin cares much.
Having been around several dragons, Jimin doesn’t try to break the pretty boy’s trance. Instead, he enjoys the heat radiating off the dragon, so lovely on a chilly evening, and grins at the stares of passers-by.
The apartment the young dragon brings him to is tidy and well kept, even if a bit small for a dragon and his hoard of people; Jimin knows they like to keep at least several.
Jimin is deposited on a couch, and then the dragon blinks heavily, eyes turning from molten gold to something darker and full of stars. Bambi, Jimin thinks to himself with a snicker.
“Oh,” the bambi-dragon says, eyes wide. He looks over Jimin on his couch and groans, hiding his face behind his hands. That’s definitely not the reaction Jimin expected to being collected.
“I am so sorry,” the dragon says and drops to his knees in a full bow before Jimin. “That was very rude of me. Please forgive me for just bringing you here without consent.”
Jimin sputters and tugs the guy up. “It’s fine. It’s okay. I know younger dragons have difficulty controlling the hoarding instinct.”
The guy stays kneeling before Jimin despite Jimin’s best efforts to pull him to sit on the couch. Why must dragons be so strong and stubborn.
“Still,” the pretty dragon pouts so adorably that Jimin barely contains pinching his cheeks. “I shouldn’t have just picked you up. I’m really sorry.”
Jimin smiles at him and the dragon’s mouth pops open, eyes glinting gold again as if he wants to hoard Jimin’s smile.
“How about you make me a hot chocolate and we’ll be even?” Jimin suggests.
The dragon nods, eyes still on the amused tilt of Jimin’s lips. If Jimin didn’t know better, he’d think the dragon is thinking of hoarding kisses too.
And so Jimin becomes the first of Jungkook’s hoard.
***
On a freezing cold winter’s day, Yoongi is enjoying a nice cup of hot coffee to warm him up on his daily stroll. He looks at shop windows and contemplates going into a bookstore. Just as he’s reaching for the door, it bursts open and smacks him on the forehead. Yoongi stumbles back, eyes watering and vision blurry, hand going to his forehead. There’s definitely going to be a bump there tomorrow.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you,” his attacker says, voice full of guilt and so sweet that for a delirious second Yoongi thinks to ask him to sing for him.
“Yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Yoongi huffs a laugh, a sardonic little smile appearing on his lips.
“Oh no,” he hears the stranger mumble.
And then Yoongi yelps, very undignified, and nearly spills his coffee as he’s lifted up.
“Yah, I’m fine, you don’t need to--” Yoongi cuts himself off when he gets a look at the person now carrying him.
The guy’s eyes swirl gold, pretty lips forming barely audible words about treasures and safety.
“Uh,” Yoongi says intelligently. His own eyes catch on a patch of black scales on the guy’s neck, and Yoongi purses his lips - why would he not wear a scarf in this weather.
But then it hits him - the guy’s a dragon. He’s in the arms of a dragon who apparently decided Yoongi’s worth to be hoarded. So Yoongi sighs and resigns to his fate, sipping his coffee and secretly enjoying being carried around by a strong muscular guy.
After bringing him to his apartment (dragon lair) and snapping out of his trance, the dragon apologizes to Yoongi profusely.
“Calm down, kid,” Yoongi drawls and pats Jungkook’s, as the dragon introduced himself, hand. “No harm, no foul, right?”
“I’m still very sorry, Yoongi-ssi. I don’t know why I just get so caught up with this. I was taught to control my hoarding, but I saw your smile and it’s like bam,” Jungkook snaps his fingers, “my instincts are in control.”
“Liked my smile, hm?” Yoongi knocks his shoulder into Jungkook’s, offering him that same smile.
Jungkook’s cheeks go splotchy. “You have a pretty smile,” he mumbles, picking at the scales on his left hand. He then lifts his head and blinks his adorable doe eyes at Yoongi. “Will you join my hoard, Yoongi-ssi? It’s just Jiminie-hyung for now - you’ll like him, he’s really nice - and I’d love to have you to treasure too.”
The little dragon probably doesn’t realize how possessive he sounds, saying he wants to have Yoongi, but Yoongi’s too soft hearted and already gone on the pretty dragon to say no to him.
“Sure, Jungkook-ah, you can keep hyung too,” Yoongi promises and ignores the skip of his heart when Jungkook gifts him with a blinding happy smile.
***
Seokjin and Taehyung are walking back home after their date night, hands clasped together as Taehyung swings their arms, giggling. Taehyung is trying to see how annoying he can be before Seokjin snaps and starts rapping at him in an angry yet highly entertaining rant. In turn, Seokjin is telling joke after terrible joke to try and break Taehyung’s commitment to not laugh at them.
“What does a cow use to do math?” Seokjin asks, lips twitching. Taehyung rolls his eyes and purses his lips; it’s his hyung’s laughter more than anything that threatens to break Taehyung.
“A cow-culator,” Seokjin says, signature squeaky laughter following.
There’s a snort from behind them and a murmured, “That’s so bad.”
Seokjin gasps and stops them in their tracks.
“Hyung, don’t,” Taehyung tries without much heart put into stopping Seokjin from arguing with a stranger over jokes. This is promising to be a more entertaining night than Taehyung thought.
“You have no appreciation for humor,” Seokjin tells the stranger whose dark eyes go wide, clearly not having expected to be confronted on the street over some joke.
“I am hilarious, right, Taehyung-ah?” Seokjin nudges Taehyung with an elbow.
“Tell him a joke with another animal, hyung, maybe he just doesn’t like cows,” Taehyung goads.
“Ah, seriously, this is a bit--” the stranger flushes a pretty pink, but Seokjin bulldozes over his soft voice.
“What would bears be without the letter b? Ears,” Seokjin says and laughs loudly, elbowing Taehyung in the ribs. “Laugh, Taehyung-ah,” he demands.
So Taehyung grins and lets out the fakest chuckles imaginable. He glances over to the galaxy-eyed stranger only to see gold melting the galaxies away.
“Are you -- oh!” Taehyung yelps. Suddenly he finds himself thrown over the stranger’s shoulder, Seokjin hanging on the other one.
Taehyung looks at his boyfriend’s surprised expression as both of them get literally carried away.
“I knew we’d end up dead over you,” Taehyung says, sighing. He’s too young to get murdered by some incredibly strong random guy on the street.
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yah, let us down right now,” he demands and slaps the guy on the ass.
“Seriously?” Taehyung deadpans with a blank expression.
“You do something in this position then,” Seokjin waves his arms about, indicating their predicament of hanging on some guy’s shoulders.
Taehyung huffs. He wiggles a little but the hold around him only tightens, probably cutting off circulation.
“Hey, Mr. Strong Man, sir, please let my dumbass boyfriend and me go. I promise he will never tell a single pun-based joke in his life,” Taehyung begs.
He receives a glare and a punch to his arm from Seokjin, but their kidnapper stays silent. Taehyung and Seokjin plead with him all the way to his evil lair (apartment) but nothing works.
Once they’re dropped onto a couch, their kidnapper stares at them as if seeing them for the first time. He sighs and then groans, tilting his head back and exposing his neck with a patch of black scales.
“Should I make that dinner for five then?” another stranger, this one paler and with cat-like eyes, asks when he enters the room and stops in his tracks.
“Yes, please, Yoongi-hyung,” the first stranger says, hanging his head.
During dinner, Seokjin and Taehyung are introduced to Jungkook’s other treasures - Jimin and Yoongi - and can’t help but give into Jungkook’s puppy eyes as he asks them to join his hoard too.
***
Hoseok is on his phone, texting everyone he can think of to solve the fabric shipping crisis. His new collection depends on this and Hoseok will be damned if he doesn’t get what he asked for.
A fierce frown on his face, Hoseok strides down the street, not even noticing how people move out of his way to avoid him. Except one person.
Hoseok slams his shoulder into someone, phone slipping out of his hands and dropping on the ground at the impact.
“Shit,” Hoseok swears as he bends down to pick it up. Only another hand grabs it first and offers it to Hoseok.
“I’m sorry,” the guy says, biting his bottom lip with his bunny teeth.
“Nah, it’s my fault,” Hoseok admits with a sigh as he accepts the phone, frowning at the cracks running over the screen. That’s what he gets for not using a case.
“A fucking great addition to an already fucking great day,” Hoseok mumbles, standing up and running a hand through his hair.
“Here, maybe this will make your day slightly better,” the stranger says and plucks out a flower from the bouquet he’s holding in his hands.
The pink peony is offered to Hoseok and the kindness of this stranger makes Hoseok’s heart swell.
“I can’t take, it’s probably for someone important,” Hoseok refuses.
“My treasure won’t mind,” the guy grins, nose scrunched cutely.
Hoseok answers the pretty smile with one of his own, but the reaction he gets in respond isn’t comforting. The bunny smile disappears quickly and the stranger’s eyes change color, dripping gold.
“Seriously? Why do you need every handsome guy I meet,” he mumbles as if to himself.
The guy’s expression turns blank then and he gives the whole bouquet to Hoseok before he bends down to pick Hoseok up. Hoseok scrabbles to hold onto his shoulders even if the hold feels quite secure.
“Um, excuse me?” Hoseok asks, stunned into inaction at such a bold move. “What is happening right now?”
“Need to collect,” the guy mumbles. “Treasure needs to be safe.”
Hoseok blinks in confusion before the words treasure and collect shake a memory loose.
“Ah,” he says, nodding to himself. The black dragon scales he notices glinting blue and green when the sunlight hits them confirm Hoseok’s suspicion. Hoseok sighs and tries not to cut his fingers on his shattered screen as he calls his assistant.
“Yeah, I won’t make it to the meetings today, Soobin-ah,” Hoseok informs him. “It seems I’m being collected.”
Even if Hoseok has to spend the whole of next day making up for lost work, the smile doesn’t leave his face for a good while after joining Jungkook’s hoard and meeting the other treasured hyungs.
***
Namjoon is on his usual jogging route by the riverside, though at an unusual time. He likes his runs in the morning, but tonight he got slammed with writer’s block and decided to work it out through some exercise.
He stops by a bench to catch his breath and stretch some. Several deep lunges in, another nightly runner joins him. They acknowledge each other with nods.
“Oh jeez, your thighs,” the guy blurts out.
Namjoon blinks and glances down at his thighs. They look normal to him. He’s clad in shorts because it’s summer and even at night the temperature is near unbearable, but they’re just his thighs.
“What?” Namjoon asks, frowning at the guy who goes incredibly red in the unflattering light of the street lamps.
“Nothing! I didn’t say anything, I swear,” the guy waves his arms, light catching on the black scales dotted here and there.
“I’m pretty sure you said your thighs,” Namjoon clarifies for him.
The guy groans and runs his hands down his face. “You’ve got nice thighs,” he mumbles near incoherently.
“Oh.” He’s never been complimented on that. “Um, you’ve got nice biceps,” Namjoon says, eyeing the bulge of said biceps.
“This is the most awkward flirting ever, and I’ve witnessed Yoongi-hyung trying to flirt with Seokjin-hyung,” the guy says.
Namjoon doesn’t know about that second part but he agrees with the first one at least. So he lets a smile appear on his lips, trying to ease the tension.
“We can start over with something less awkward. I’m Namjoon,” he introduces and offers the other a hand to shake.
But the guy only gasps. “Namjoon-ssi, this is going to get only more awkward,” he says.
Namjoon’s smile dims down as the guy’s eyes melt into pools of gold and he reaches for Namjoon, throwing him onto his shoulders. Namjoon can only grunt as the air is punched out of him.
“This cannot be normal,” Namjoon mutters. He hasn’t dated a guy in a while but he doubts the dating scene changed this much. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but I’d feel more comfortable if we went on a date first,” Namjoon tells the guy as he’s being jostled while being carried.
The guy mumbles something that Namjoon doesn’t hear.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Namjoon says, trying to be polite even as he’s being kidnapped.
“Treasure needs to be safe. Safe with my hoard. I’ll keep my treasure safe,” the guy keeps repeating.
Namjoon’s cheeks heat up when he realizes what’s happening. The scales, the golden eyes, the incredibly attractive looks - he should’ve figured the guy is a dragon. And his instincts decided to collect Namjoon. Namjoon feels both honored and flustered at the same time.
The apartment they enter already has five other people squished together on a makeshift bed on the floor in front of the TV.
“Hello,” one of the guys says, smile soft and crescenting his eyes.
Namjoon is placed back on his feet at the edge of the blanket and barely has time to kick off his shoes before he’s pushed towards the pile of others.
“Hi, sorry, sorry,” Namjoon mumbles, smiling apologetically as the dragon pushes Namjoon into a spot where he wants him.
“You’re fine, we’re used to this,” the guy he ends up next to says, boxy grin in place.
The dragon’s eyes finally return to the normal dark color and he plops onto the ground himself, facing the six of them.
“Sorry, Namjoon-ssi,” the dragon says, cheeks back to red and splotchy, fingers fluffing his long hair.
“It’s alright,” Namjoon shrugs a shoulder, going with the flow. “Who are you people?”
That earns him a few pretty laughs and then the introductions are made.
“How many more, Jungkook-ah?” Yoongi drawls out, words running into each other so smoothly. “We’re running out of floor space.”
Jungkook looks at each of them in turn, lips pulled into a smile and eyes swirling gold for a second.
“I think this is it, hyung,” he answers, hand going to his chest and tapping over his heart.
“Now that you’re done, bring hyung an extra pillow,” Seokjin asks, and when Jungkook purses his lips, Seokjin gives him a pout. “You wouldn’t want your treasured hyung to be unhappy, would you?”
Jungkook narrows his eyes at him. “Aish, hyung is just using my instincts for his own gain.”
“Work smarter not harder, baby,” Seokjin shoots back and blows Jungkook a kiss.
Nevertheless, Jungkook gets up and goes to retrieve Seokjin his pillow. He’s bombarded with more demands from the rest of them, the apartment ringing with Jungkook-ah! and baby!.
“Seems a bit mean to keep sending him back and forth,” Namjoon comments.
Jimin, settled on Namjoon’s other side, only grins. “He loves it. It soothes his dragon need to provide for us. You’ll learn, Namjoon-ssi,” he winks at Namjoon and then hums as his eyes dart down. “Nice thighs.”
Namjoon laughs and Jimin grins along with him.
Once Jungkook has fulfilled every hyungs request, he settles down over them, stretching over their laps like an overgrown cat.
“Good job, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok murmurs to Jungkook, petting his hair. “Our little dragon takes care of us so well.”
Jungkook preens under the praise, nose-scrunching smile in full effect and a purr starting up in his chest. Namjoon doesn’t think he’s seen a more adorable sight.
“So, what do you do, Namjoon-ssi?” Taehyung asks, head tilted to the side and curls falling over his handsome face.
As Namjoon gets to know Jungkook’s hoard and the dragon himself, he feels something akin to relief settling in his bones. This is where he truly belongs - a prized treasure in a loving dragon’s hoard.