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The first semester of Jungkook’s sophomore year was shaping up to be not too shabby.

He had gotten all of the classes he’d really been hoping for, his new camera was fucking glorious, still shiny and void of fingerprints, and he was currently on a 0 death-streak for the game that was flashing on the computer screen in front of him, his teammates chattering excitedly in his ear.

Classes started the next day, and Jungkook had a good feeling.

Then Namjoon spoke from behind him.

“You know you’re going to have to find somewhere to live, don’t you?”

Jungkook blinked. His character on screen promptly died, and he pulled the headphones off his ears just as his teammates started groaning at him.

“Live?” Jungkook said, turning to Namjoon with big eyes. “I do. I live here.”

Namjoon looked at Yoongi sitting at the kitchen bar behind him. Yoongi shook his head at his laptop.

Jungkook pursed his lips, felt his eyes go wide. “Don’t I?”

Yoongi glanced up at that, then quickly looked back down. “Don’t make direct eye contact, Namjoon.”

Namjoon sighed, brow furrowing as he looked at Jungkook. “Don’t make that face.

Jungkook continued to make the face. This face had gotten him out of a lot of trouble in his time. He widened his eyes a little more. “Didn’t my rent go through last week?”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You gave me 40,000 won, and a pack of instant ramen.” He pointed to the counter next to Yoongi, which was stacked with five unopened jumbo packs of ramen. “We don’t need any more ramen.”

“Don’t forget the bananas,” Yoongi said dryly, pointing at the basket of bananas sitting on top of the fridge, something Jungkook replenished on a weekly basis.

“He eats all of those,” Namjoon said back.

“You love ramen,” Jungkook said. He twisted around. “And I live here.”

“On the couch?” Yoongi said. He closed his laptop with a sigh, levelling Jungkook with a patient look.

Oh no. They were being serious, this time.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said in a gentle voice. “We love having you here.”

“Living on our couch,” Yoongi said.

“Yes,” Namjoon said, throwing Yoongi a look over his shoulder Jungkook couldn’t quite make out, but Yoongi held up his hands in surrender, and Namjoon turned back around. “But you promised you’d find a place to live – no, a real place to live – before the semester started, and that’s tomorrow.”

“And you can’t live on a couch for the rest of the year,” Yoongi added.

“I could,” Jungkook said, and Yoongi crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “But,” Jungkook added hastily. “I have a – a couple things lined up.” A lie. He had nothing. “I just need a little longer, okay?”

“How long?” Yoongi asked, because he saw right through Jungkook’s bullshit.

“Er,” Jungkook said.

“Two weeks,” Namjoon said. He raised an eyebrow, putting his hand in front of Jungkook’s big, wide doe eyes. “No, don’t with the innocent act. I have walked in on you fucking on this very couch, I know you’re full of it.”

“That was one time, and it’s my couch,” Jungkook said.

“It was two times, and it is our couch,” Yoongi said, then made a face. “Actually, maybe you can take it with you when you find your new place. Consider it a move-in gift.”

Jungkook grinned. “Really?”

“Yes,” Namjoon said, waving his hands and turning his back on Jungkook. “I love you, but you have two weeks.”

“That’s no time to find a place to live,” Jungkook groaned.

“You had four months,” Yoongi pointed out. “And I thought you said you had a couple things lined up?”

Jungkook glared at him, and Yoongi was the one to grin this time.

“Two weeks,” Jungkook conceded. “Fine.”

 

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Towards the end of the first week, Jungkook began to worry a bit.

Yes, he’d spent the first two days of the week busy with class, and then, in his free time, testing out his new camera, and then when he had another couple moments to spare, playing video games on the couch, but he was going to find something.

When he opened up his laptop Wednesday night to a browser he had not opened himself, with the words GET A MOVE ON OR WE’RE SWITCHING OFF THE INTERNET typed into the search bar, Jungkook decided now was a good a time as ever to crack down.

The thing is, he had waited until the semester started, so all of the good deals were – well – nonexistent. 

“How’s the search going, Jungkook?” Namjoon said on Thursday afternoon over a plate of eggs Yoongi had put in front of him.

“I’m going to be homeless,” Jungkook said, glowering at his empty bottle of banana milk.

Yoongi rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “You’ll just live with Hoseok and Seokjin.”

“I’d rather be homeless,” Jungkook said. “They live in a one bedroom. There’s only one bathroom.”

“You’re a brat,” Yoongi said, dropping Jungkook’s plate of eggs in front of him.

“They’re always making out.”

“Like you don’t shamelessly hump your dates while Namjoon and I are two feet away.”

Jungkook squished his cheeks between his palms. His response came out muffled. “Where else are we supposed to do it?”

“At your apartment.” Yoongi looked pointedly down at the plate, then up and Jungkook. “Eat, will you?”

Ugh,” Jungkook groaned, then promptly shoved two mouthfuls worth in his mouth. Namjoon was looking at him with a sort of pained expression on his face. Mouth still full of food, Jungkook said, “Hyung, everywhere is so expensive. I don’t wanna live with Seokjin and Hoseok.”

“You big fucking baby,” Yoongi said. “Are you telling me all Namjoon and I have to do to get rid of you is fuck really loudly?”

Jungkook paused. He squinted at them. “You guys have sex?”

Namjoon choked on his eggs. “Jungkook.”

Yoongi looked at Namjoon. “Tonight we’re doing that position you won’t do because you said it makes me squeal. With the door open.”

“I hate you!” Jungkook exclaimed, flinging a piece of his egg at Namjoon, who blustered and nearly knocked his own dish over when he ducked, face beet red. “God, fine, fine, I’ll look harder.”

Yoongi nodded. “Damn right you will.”

And Jungkook had. He really had. He’d called up the university, who had laughed at told him to try again next semester, maybe something would open up. He’d called off-campus apartments and laughed at them when they told him how much rent was, said he’d try again never. He’d responded to a few questionable online ads, one of which Namjoon had refused to let him go to (“Why is your shirt unbuttoned, it’s January” “he said he would give me a discount if I came shirtless” “Yoongi do not let him walk out that door!”), and another of which had been just as sketchy, the owners being a couple who didn’t turn on the lights when Jungkook walked in the home, which was cluttered with boxes and trash and smelled faintly of cat litter. Jungkook had left there in a hurry, despite the promise of the speediest and cheapest internet he could hope to find in the city.

So yeah. Come Friday afternoon, Jungkook was starting to worry. He only had a week left and nothing good was available. Jungkook wasn’t really about splitting a studio apartment with a guy who wouldn’t look him in the eye the whole time they met for coffee, a couple of hoarders (no matter how good their internet was) who seemed a little too eager to have him sign a lease, Seokjin and Hoseok, who were hornier then a pair of rabbits in mating season in a one motherfucking bedroom, or a townhome full of ten girls who had been even more eager than the couple to have him sign the paperwork.

Jungkook also wasn’t really about being homeless, so he had to get a move on.

But. He did have a few days. Shit, he had until next weekend. He would try again Monday, and for now, put it out of his mind.

Right now the sun was setting, and even though he had his last class of the week starting in fifteen minutes (a three-hour long, Friday evening class kind of blew, but the professor was highly recommended), the lighting was absolutely perfect. It broke molten gold into the cement of the empty fountain to his left, a weird, desolate kind of beauty in the scene and Jungkook – Jungkook just needed a couple shots.

He dropped his school bag down on his longboard, uncapping the lens on his camera and trotting over to the edge of the grass, which dropped off sharply into the concaved cement, where, in the spring, water would fill.

He crouched, peeping through the lens and taking a couple quick snapshots. He looked over the camera, chewed on the inside of his lip a little, then shifted the camera angle, adjusting the zoom and taking a few more. He leaned back, looking at the landscape again, and pursed his lips.

Jungkook glanced around. There were only a few people walking up and down the sidewalk, since it was, in fact, the end of the first week back, and most people were already home or going out. No one was paying him any attention.

Jungkook hopped down into the empty fountain and strode a few feet forward.

“Good,” Jungkook said to himself, going to one knee and taking a couple more shots. The sun looked better here, looked like it was coming right at the camera, and he felt a low thrum of excitement at how these might turn out, wondered if the photo lab on campus would be unlocked after class. Maybe a senior would let him in.

Jungkook checked the time on his phone and swore loudly. He had about five minutes to get to a building ten minutes away, which was possible with his board, but he’d have to fucking book it.

Jungkook pushed his camera in its little bag, holding it tight to his chest as he launched out of the fountain with his other hand. He swung his backpack over his shoulders, kicked his board into place, and shoved himself into motion.

Jungkook checked the time again, glancing up ahead of him to make sure the sidewalks were still relatively empty. Four minutes. Shit. He didn’t want to be late, even if it was a larger course and he could probably use the first week’s I couldn’t find the building, professor! excuse and put on his big, innocent-eyed expression and get away with it.

But Jungkook was excited about this class, and he was going to be on time, damn it, so he pumped his foot harder against the cement, embracing the cold snap of wind on his cheeks, tugging down his beanie a little further over his eyes, and then—

And then someone was bursting right out of the boardwalk up ahead on the left, which was so bordered by trees and wood that it would have been impossible to see him anyway, but at the speed Jungkook was going at, he was seconds from plowing right into the figure and possibly killing them both.

Hey!” Jungkook managed, which, he realized in retrospect, wasn’t the most informative way to say fucking move before I run you the fuck over, but the guy heard him.

However instead of continuing to run, which might have put him out of harm’s way in time, he stopped short, with Jungkook only feet away from his startled, frozen form.

Jeon Jungkook, he told himself as he twisted his board sharply to the left, don’t you dare get a scratch on that face.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his body launching off the board from the sudden turn and clipping the side of the guy’s body. He twisted in the air, angling himself so he didn’t land on his brand new camera, and groaned loudly when his side smacked against the ground, rolling with an unattractive wheezing noise onto his back.

There were a couple quick footsteps, and then that same, ridiculously beautiful face was looking down at Jungkook, thick eyebrows raising as he took him in.

“Oh, shit,” the guy mused, quickly lowering himself to his knees. Jungkook felt soft fingers tickle under his chin, and stay there. “Oh god, are you alive? You’re so handsome. Please be alive.”

Jungkook groaned. “M’alive. Why didn’t you run?”

The guy raised one heavy brow. “You shouted hey. You should have shouted move.”

Jungkook was still trying to catch his breath. His ribs ached, and the side of his face stung. “Bleeding?” he managed.

The guy’s smile was rueful. “Uh huh. Got a nice little scrape on your cheek here.” He considered Jungkook for a second, then straightened, holding out a hand. “C’mon. Up.”

“Ugh,” Jungkook moaned, staring up at the fading light in the sky. “Oh God. I’m late for class.”

The guy laughed. “Me too. But I think the professor will understand. You’re literally bleeding.”

Jungkook squinted up at him. “What class are you going to?”

“Same as you,” the guy said, pointing at Jungkook’s camera case. “That is, if you’re going to Kang’s photography class at six thirty?”

“What time s’it?”

“Six twenty-nine.”

“Fuck.”

The guy reached out again. “C’mon, cutie. Up and at’em. We’re only a few minutes away.”

Jungkook looked at him for another beat, then sighed, reaching out and grasping the hand in his. The guy’s hands were pretty, Jungkook noticed immediately, long nail beds and slender fingers, and he was wearing a delicate, silver rings around three of his fingers, a gleaming line to contrast with the gold hue of his skin.

Jungkook wanted to take a photo of them.

He pulled his hand back, looking up at the guy with a twist in his mouth. “Sorry for almost running you over.”

The guy grinned, holding out his hand. “I’m Taehyung,” he said.

His smile was cute, lips straight lines along the top and bottom and curving up subtly at each corner. He was wearing a heavy, olive green cardigan over his long-sleeved sweater, and a matching green beret over his dark hair, which was long enough to start curling at the nape of his neck.

Jungkook shook the proffered hand. It was as soft as it had felt on his jaw, moments earlier. “Jungkook,” he said. “And yeah, I’m going to Kang’s.”

“Let’s go together,” Taehyung said, hooking his arm through Jungkook’s and leading them down the path. He paused just enough for Jungkook to scramble to pick up his board. “You were flying at me, you know. I thought I might actually die.”

“I was trying to make it on time.”

“I was okay with it,” Taehyung shrugged, patting Jungkook’s arm. “I thought, all right, heaven sent an angel to kill me. I accept.”

Jungkook looked away, fighting back a grin. “I was thinking, I couldn’t let myself kill an angel.”

“Oh, smooth,” Taehyung said, gleeful. He squeezed Jungkook’s arm. “I like a man that can keep up.”

Jungkook felt himself blushing. “You’re—Taehyung, you said?”

Taehyung smiled, tilting his head at Jungkook. “That’s right. I’m a junior. What about you? Freshman?”

“I’m a sophomore,” Jungkook said, trying not to frown. 

“Big man,” Taehyung said seriously. He adjusted his beret with one hand, smiling slyly at Jungkook. “You just look so young. A whole baby.”

Jungkook felt his eyes widen, which probably wasn’t helping the whole baby thing. “I have a young face. You’ll be regretting this when I’m forty and still looking twenty.”

“Young and wise,” Taehyung nodded. “The whole package.”

Jungkook looked ahead of them. He could be a hell of a flirt when he wanted to, but Taehyung was kind of making his head spin. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle it. 

Taehyung was walking close, too, fingers curled comfortably around Jungkook’s forearm, like they hadn’t just met two minutes ago by way of Jungkook nearly smushing his face into the sidewalk. He smelled nice, kind of like raspberries. Or strawberries.

Jungkook resisted the urge to lean closer and sniff him.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung said, and Jungkook blinked, leaning away. Taehyung’s eyes flicked over his face, resting on the side that Jungkook had scraped on the sidewalk. “Man, you poor thing. Your poor cute face.”

Jungkook reached up to touch it, but Taehyung tsked and pulled his hand down.

“Is it really bad?” Jungkook asked.

“It’ll be fine, but don’t touch it. We’ll clean it before going inside.”

The building was in sight, and Taehyung ushered Jungkook into the bathroom, ignoring his the professor will be less mad if I look more beat up argument. He huffed when he looked at himself in the mirror, half-heartedly fixing the dark hair poking out from under his beanie as Taehyung dabbed a wet paper towel to the scrape on his left cheek.

“Do I look badass?” Jungkook said when Taehyung pulled his hand away.

Taehyung met his eyes in the mirror. “You look like a punk.”

Jungkook smiled at his reflection. “Sweet.”

Taehyung squinted, looking like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to grin or roll his eyes. He settled on tossing the paper towel in the trash and tugging on Jungkook’s arm once again. “C’mon, baby boy. We’re late, remember?”

Jungkook barely avoided tripping on his own feet as he followed Taehyung out of the bathroom, ears buzzing with the echo of his sweet, low voice calling him baby boy.

Oh. Oh boy.

 

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The class was held in more of an auditorium than a classroom, so it was easy for Jungkook and Taehyung to slip into a row towards the back. The only indication that the professor even noticed them was a brief flick of the pointed, grey ears atop his head. Wolf, or dog, Jungkook thought. He’d never been very good at telling the difference, and the professor was wearing a long coat, so he couldn’t look at his tail for any hints either.

Jungkook pondered it for about two more seconds before he was distracted by what Kang was saying, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and listening with rapt attention. Taehyung glanced at him, poising his own pen over his notebook.

“No notes?” he whispered.

Jungkook held a finger to his lips, quietly shushing him, and Taehyung grinned, shaking his head as he turned back to his paper and began to write.

The class was three hours, but it went by quickly. Professor Kang knew his shit, and Jungkook thought he might cry then and there when he showed some of his published photographs on the big slide at the front. His photography was beautiful, and Jungkook could only hope his would be half as good by the time the semester was over.

Kang didn’t waste much time talking about his overall plans for the class like all his other professors had done this week, just jumped right into things, and before Jungkook knew it, he was dismissing them with a wave of his hand, and, embarrassingly, “make sure you’re on time next week”, looking straight at Jungkook and Taehyung as everyone else gathered their things.

Jungkook sucked his lower lip into his mouth, and Taehyung pointed at Jungkook’s scraped cheek, as if that would explain things.

“Dude,” Jungkook said as they walked out of the auditorium, and Taehyung looked at him with raised brows. “Kang is amazing. The stuff he does with natural light. And his angles. I want to be him. But like, for movies.”

Taehyung grinned. “Yeah?”

Yeah,” Jungkook said, sighing wistfully. “Did you see how he got the lighting in that one shot of Trafalgar Square? With the lions – and then, then the Empire State building one at night, I thought I was going to cry.”

“You did cry.”

“I didn’t!”

Taehyung pat his head. “How’s your face?”

Jungkook touched the scrape, ignoring Taehyung’s protest. “Stings.”

Taehyung stretched his arms over his head, beaming when Jungkook opened the building door leading outside for him. “What a gentleman. You heading home now? I should walk you. Don’t want you breaking your nose or something.”

“I’m not gonna break my nose,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t exactly averse to Taehyung walking him home. “I uh – I’m staying somewhere about twenty minutes north.”

Taehyung gave him a funny look. “Staying? Like at a hotel?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, grinning ruefully as they fell into a casual pace beside each other. “Like on a couch. My friends are putting me up for – well, another week.”

Taehyung stopped walking. “Shut up.”

Jungkook stopped too, turning to him. “It’s messed up, right! How am I supposed to find an affordable place in a week—”

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s arm, dragging him sharply right, down a fork in the path. “Change of plans. I’m kidnapping you.”

Jungkook stumbled, readjusting his grip on his board as he tried to keep up with Taehyung. “Oh. Where?”

“Your new home!” Taehyung exclaimed.

Jungkook felt like his head was spinning again. “You’re looking for a roommate?” Maybe Taehyung really was an angel.

“Sure fucking are, our third guy literally moved out two days ago, said fuck school and quit, basically. So your first couple months of rent are actually covered.”

Jungkook stared at the back of Taehyung’s head. “Our?”

“Yeah, me and Jimin,” Taehyung said. “He’s got the master, with the bathroom because he’s a prima donna, so you and I would share a bathroom, but this is perfect.”

Jungkook picked up his pace a little. “Jimin? What if I don’t like him?”

Taehyung threw back his head and laughed. “Impossible.”

Jungkook laughed a little, too, even if he didn’t quite get the joke. “Yeah?”

“Do you like me?” Taehyung asked, glancing at him with a smile.

“I just met you.”

“So?”

Jungkook hummed. “Yeah. You seem kind of a hard person to dislike.” He paused. “But you might not like me. Both of you might not.”

“Impossible,” Taehyung said again, swinging around so he was walking backwards and could pinch Jungkook’s uninjured cheek between his fingers. “You’re adorable.”

Jungkook grasped Taehyung’s wrist in his hand. “I take really awful shits. I don’t close the door.”

Taehyung grimaced. “I’ll use Jimin’s bathroom. You should close the door, though.”

“I work out a lot. Like, twice a day. I do work outs in the living room.”

Taehyung looked him up and down. “I think we can live with that.”

“It annoys a lot of people.”

Taehyung licked his lower lip. “Like I said, we’ll manage. C’mon,” he said, swinging around so he was walking forwards again, pressed close to Jungkook like he’d been when they’d been going to class. “This is good. Let’s keep telling each other our worst traits ever. We’ve got ten minutes. Jimin doesn’t do the dishes.”

“I yell when I play video games. Explicitly.”

“I practice my lines in the living room. I bet I’m louder than you.”

Jungkook tilted his head. “Lines?”

“I’m in the drama department. Lots of acting.” Taehyung beamed at him. “I want to be an actor. Maybe you can film me.”

Jungkook nodded. “Makes sense. You look like a movie star.”

“Aw,” Taehyung cooed. “You sweet talker, you. C’mon, tell me more. Why are your friends kicking you out?”

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip. “I’ve sort of been living on their couch rent free. Hey!” he said suddenly. “You need a couch? Because I have one.” He paused. “Slightly sex ruined, but very comfortable.”

Taehyung snickered, hugging Jungkook close to him. “I think this is gonna work out perfectly, Jungkook-ah.”

 

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The apartment was on the seventh floor of the building, which did not have an elevator. Jungkook was thrilled about this for exercise purposes alone.

“Would you consider adding carrying me up and down the stairs as part of your work out?” Taehyung said, panting as they rounded the last landing. “I’m still not used to it. I hate this.”

“Sure,” Jungkook said. “Sounds fun.”

Taehyung leaned heavily against the stairwell door leading to the seventh floor. “Fun,” he echoed. “Right.”

He pushed open the door, and Jungkook followed him into the interior hallway. They passed by a few nondescript apartment doors with numbers on them, until Taehyung stopped in front of one with the number 717. He turned to Jungkook before making a move to unlock it.

“You’re cool, right?” Taehyung said. “I didn’t, like, force you to come with me for real or anything?”

Jungkook shook his head. “First of all, no. Second of all, I am one week from being homeless, and it’s either this or a two bedroom of ten girls.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Not into that?”

Jungkook allowed his gaze to linger a little on Taehyung’s mouth. When Taehyung’s lips curved into a smirk, Jungkook knew he was found out. He cleared his throat. “Not exactly.”

“Right,” Taehyung said lightly. He put his key in the door. “Well, then. Come on in. Jiminie!” Taehyung shouted as he strode into the door, leaving Jungkook to scramble in after him before the door shut in his face. “Jiminie, I’m home! I brought our new roommate.

“You what?” someone exclaimed from the left side of the apartment, accompanied by the sound of feet padding on the wood floors.

Jungkook took a quick look around. It was a small space, the living room and kitchen sort of squished into one room, though still not nearly as cramped as Seokjin and Hoseok’s. The kitchen was pushed up against the far wall in one corner of the room, a small square dining table not far from it. There was one snack table a few feet from the TV, and a bean bag in front of that. Down to the right was a hallway, with three doorways from what Jungkook could make out, and to the left, a shorter hall, from which emerged who Jungkook assumed was Jimin.

Jimin stepped into the doorway and paused there, curling his fingers around the wood frame and throwing Taehyung a dazzling smile that had Jungkook weirdly wanting to rip his beanie off his head and bow, which amplified ten fold when Jimin turned his glittering eyes to him.

Jungkook opened his mouth and what came out was, “Taehyung didn’t tell me you have a tail.”

Taehyung snorted from behind Jungkook, and Jimin’s smile shifted into something that—that made Jungkook a little weak in the knees, if he was being totally fucking honest. Jimin was pretty, dressed casually for the warmth of the apartment, with a lightweight sweater hanging off one shoulder and even thinner sweatpants sitting low on his hips. Curling around Jimin’s waist was a long black tail, the tip flicking and twitching as he looked Jungkook up and down. There were a pair of thick rimmed glasses pushed up into his hair, which was soft and black, just like the pointed cat ears nestled there. They weren’t nearly as big as the professor’s from earlier, but Jungkook thought they were much, much cuter. The ear on the left even had some jewelry in it, along the outer edge.

Jimin’s smile was wicked, a little amused, a little daring. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook,” Jungkook said. Jimin continued to look at him, like he was considering him, which, Jungkook supposed, he was. He pulled off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry. I like your tail. I mean. Not in a weird way. I mean, not that I don’t find it—”

Taehyung chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Oh, spare me,” Jimin said, finally moving forward again and stopping when he was just a foot away. “Hi. I’m Jimin.” His eyes flickered over Jungkook’s face. “What happened to you?”

“I wiped out,” Jungkook said, reaching up to fix his hair again.

“He wiped out so he wouldn’t run me over,” Taehyung said. “A true hero.”

Jimin leaned forward, so close that Jungkook knew he smelled like peaches. What was with these two and smelling sweet

“You want to live here?” Jimin said, tilting his head. His ears flicked a bit. “Can you afford it?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, because with all the shit Namjoon and Yoongi gave him for barely paying rent, they actually wouldn’t take more from him, so that, plus what he’d save with the two months free, yeah, Jungkook could afford it.

“Do you have a job?” Jimin said.

“Some freelance photography,” Jungkook said. “And, uh, my parents?” He offered a grin, and Jimin raised an eyebrow, although his lip was twitching. “Don’t worry, I can handle the rent.” Jungkook pointed at Jimin, who looked at Jungkook’s finger, halfway affronted. “What about you? How can you afford it?”

“Academic scholarship,” Jimin said, and Jungkook thought if Jimin had hair to flick, he would be doing that. As it was, his tail swished. “I’m double majoring. Science and dance.”

“That’s an interesting combination.”

“So am I,” Jimin said with a wink, and Jungkook’s mouth dropped open.

Taehyung put his chin right on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Jungkook can provide us with a couch.”

Jimin glanced to his left, where the bean bag was scrunched. “That changes things.” He raised an eyebrow at Jungkook. “Is that it?”

“That,” Jungkook said, “and my company. I’ve heard it’s average at best.”

Jimin pressed his fingers against his mouth and giggled into them. “You’re a cutie.”

Taehyung nudged Jungkook’s gently in the side. “Just like I said. See? Jimin and I are soulmates. We have one brain.”

“You make it sound so creepy,” Jimin said, taking his hand away from his mouth to wave it at Taehyung. He offered Jungkook a softer smile. “Why don’t we give you a tour?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, proud of how casual his voice came out, especially when Jimin brought his fingers to Jungkook’s face to tilt his head to the side, giving him a clearer view of the scrape on his face. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

“And properly clean this,” Jimin tsked, shooting Taehyung, still with his chin propped on Jungkook’s shoulder, an accusatory glance. “Taehyung, this boy saved your life and you didn’t even take care of him.”

“Um,” Jungkook cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, huh?” Jimin said. He grasped Jungkook’s elbow and pulled, leading both him and Taehyung down the hall he’d just come from. “There’s not much here—” he said over his shoulder, and Jungkook had to tear his eyes away from the way the back of Jimin’s sweater split towards the end, giving his tail freedom to sway in the air behind him. “—just this linen closet that we turned into a pantry, and ah—” Jimin pushed open the door on the right, and Jungkook hesitated, but Taehyung gave him an encouraging nudge to step over the threshold. Jimin gestured around, at the four poster bed strung up with fairy lights, the dresser up against the wall, what looked like a vanity turned desk squished in the corner by the head of the bed. “My bedroom.”

Jungkook glanced around a little more. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” Jimin said. He nodded towards a door in the back corner. “The bathroom’s here—c’mon, I’ve got some left over wound wash from when I got this pierced,” he said, pointing at the two silver hoops pierced through the edge of his left pinna.

“I like them,” Jungkook offered.

“You’re so polite,” Jimin laughed, flicking on the bathroom light. “So, what are you studying?”

“Film,” Jungkook said, letting Jimin usher him to sit on the closed toilet lid, while Taehyung hopped up on the bathroom counter to watch. “The uh, photography…recording part of it. I prefer to be, uh, behind the camera?”

“I’d love to see your work,” Jimin hummed, rummaging in the cabinet under the sink. His ears were twitching on his head. “What sort of freelance stuff do you do?”

“Ah, it depends,” Jungkook said. “Usually normal stuff, like birthdays and weddings sometimes. I’ll submit photos to magazines now and then, sometimes one bites.”

“What about the not normal stuff?” Taehyung said, and Jimin emerged from under the sink with a grin, shifting towards Jungkook with a wet cotton ball pinched between his fingers.

“Might sting,” Jimin warned.

“I can take it,” Jungkook replied.

Jimin laughed, pressing the cotton to Jungkook’s cheek. It did fucking sting. He tried to distract himself while Jimin dabbed, an amused expression on his face.

“Your nose is twitching,” he said.

Jungkook tried to freeze all the muscles in his face. “Is not.”

“Stop distracting him Jiminie,” Taehyung groaned. “I wanna hear about the not normal photoshoots.”

“The word you’re looking for is abnormal, baby,” Jimin said.

“Not normal,” Taehyung insisted.

Well,” Jungkook said, and Jimin grinned, dragging the cotton over the cut. “One lady had this insane doll collection — all little doll versions of people in her family, apparently.”

“Cool,” Taehyung said vehemently as Jimin screwed up his face. 

“And she kept setting them up in different rooms of her doll house like they were real people, but they were dolls, and I don’t think she wanted to sell them or anything, just wanted the photos for herself.”

“That’s weird,” Jimin said.

“It’s dedicated,” Taehyung argued.

“She paid me well, so I don’t care what it was,” Jungkook said. “Um, another time, I had to take photos of this old lady and her old husband completely in the nude.” He paused. “I guess that’s not that weird, now that I think about it.”

Jimin snickered and Taehyung grinned. “Get a lot of those requests?”

Jungkook shrugged a shoulder. He actually did, and didn’t care one way or another, but the way Jimin and Taehyung were both looking at him made his cheeks feel a bit — pink.

“You’re a whole baby,” Jimin teased.

Taehyung tapped his feet against the counter. “I said that, too.”

“You two are annoying,” Jungkook grumbled as Jimin flicked the used cotton swab in the trash.

“Well you’ll have to get used to that,” Jimin said, dropping his finger on Jungkook’s nose and pressing. “If you’re moving in.”

Jungkook blinked as Jimin nudged Taehyung’s feet out of the way so he could put the wound wash away. “You just booped me.”

“You have a boopable face,” Taehyung said, catching Jimin around the waist with his legs when he straightened. Jimin made a muffled, high pitched noise, tail swinging as he twisted and swatted at Taehyung, then slumped against him with a defeated sigh.

Jungkook looked at them for a beat. They looked back, Taehyung wrapped around Jimin like a koala, Jimin’s hands curled around Taehyung’s forearm.

“I can move in tomorrow,” Jungkook said. Taehyung and Jungkook’s responding grins were so wide, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile back.

 

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“Okay, how did you meet this guy again?” Namjoon said, huffing as he fed the bungee rope tying the couch to the roof of Seokjin’s car through the open back window.

“There’s two of them,” Jungkook said, tugging the couch towards him so it sat more evenly. Yoongi made a protesting noise from the backseat of the car, and Hoseok, also there, laughed. “Uh, I almost ran over Taehyung with my board, and then Jimin I met five minutes before saying I would move in.”

“Uh huh,” Namjoon panted. “Seriously, Yoongi—do you have it yet? It still feels lose.”

“I’m working on it,” Yoongi snapped, “Hoseok can’t tie a fucking knot—”

“I am!” Hoseok shouted.

“Then why’s it loose?”

“Is this couch,” Seokjin drawled loudly from the driver’s seat, “really worth it? You’re chipping the paint.”

“Don’t blame the couch for this shitshow,” Yoongi said, and Seokjin reached back and smacked him.

“I think the couch is half the reason they are letting me move in,” Jungkook admitted.

There, try it now,” Hoseok said, and when Jungkook and Namjoon tried to jostle the couch, it only budged slightly.

“Good enough!” Jungkook chirped. “I’ll hold the rope while we drive, that’ll help.”

“Just drive slow, Seokjin,” Namjoon said as he climbed into the passenger’s side with a weary groan. “Is it not a bit ridiculous that we’re all going to move one piece of furniture?”

“And my suitcases,” Jungkook said, climbing over Yoongi to plop into the middle of the backseat. He flicked one of Hoseok’s lynx ears, and Hoseok grinned at him. “And one box.”

“It’s my car,” Seokjin said, “and Hoseok loves seeing new places.”

“I do want to meet them,” Namjoon said.

“And I guess we thought we’d make sure you’re safe and all that,” Yoongi added.

Jungkook smiled, settling back into the seat. “Got it.”

With the car, it was a fifteen minute trip, at a normal pace. At the pace Seokjin drove at, it took twice that time.

Jungkook was on his phone. Taehyung and Jimin had gotten his number and they were already several messages deep in a group chat.

 

jimin:

jungkook i put that little emo boy emoji next to your name it’s perfect <3

 

jungkook:

nice

i have a cat next to yours

 

taehyung:

lmao

i put that arm muscle emoji next to yours jungkook

 

jungkook:

you haven’t even seen me without long sleeves on

 

taehyung:

didn’t need to see

i felt plenty

 

jimin:

you slut

 

taehyung:

the biggest

are we scaring jungkook away you think

 

jimin:

jungkook can’t wait to live with usss

jungkookie tell him

 

jungkook:

you guys are a lot

i can’t wait

 

taehyung:

baby boy what kind of food do you like

 

jungkook:

i like chicken bananas pizza and ramen

 

taehyung:

lol really

 

jimin:

huh

 

jungkook:

yes :<

 

jimin:

i should make baby boy your contact name

 

taehyung:

this is an excellent idea

 

jungkook:

how would you like if i made your contact name ‘cat boy’

 

jimin:

do it baby boy

 

taehyung:

what would mine be

 

jungkook:

almost killed this boy but didn’t and now we’re roommates

 

jimin:

oh my god they were roommates!!!

 

taehyung:

…well it’s accurate

 

Jungkook typed out a quick message, telling Taehyung and Jimin they were on their way and to get ready to meet all his friends. Their names in his phone were unchanged, but he wouldn’t be surprised if both Taehyung and Jimin had labeled him as baby boy in theirs. He wasn’t sure how that made him feel.

A little warm, for starters.

He looked back down at his phone.

 

jungkook:

i even cleaned the couch for you

well namjoon wouldn’t let me bring it without cleaning it

namjoon is my friend who is kicking me out

 

jimin:

i can’t wait to meet him

 

jungkook:

you’re gonna meet all my friends

namjoon is dating yoongi they’re basically married

seokjin is the only person in our group who owns a car so we love him extra

i can drive but do not own a car

 

taehyung:

jimin and i are both useless and heavily reliant on public transportation

we will love seokjin extra too

 

jungkook:

and seokjin is dating hoseok

so hoseok loves him the most extra

 

jimin:

love this run down

are they all older than you

 

jungkook:

this feels like a trick question

 

jimin:

so yes

 

taehyung:

you’re really a whole baby!!

so cute!!

everyone's baby uwu

 

jimin:

can you not

 

taehyung:

UWU

 

jungkook:

i am the baby but i resent the accompanying connotation that comes with that word

 

jimin:

the baby can use big words

 

jungkook:

shut up

i’m close

 

jimin:

taehyung is literally watching out the window

 

taehyung:

way to expose me

but someone had to . as resident cat boy you should love looking out windows

 

jimin:

call me resident cat boy again and see what happens

 

taehyung:

what jungkook can call you cat boy and i cant?

speaking of the baby

i see you jungkook!

unless there is another car with a couch tied to its roof coming down the street

you guys are driving so slow

 

jungkook:

well I’m currently holding it in place with one hand

the couch not the car

yoongi has been grumbling at me for texting the whole time

but the couch didn’t fall off so

win-win

 

taehyung:

we’re coming down!!

i hope you told them this building doesn’t have an elevator

 

jungkook:

lol

 

Seokjin pulled into a spot along the side of the road, as close to the apartment building as he could manage. Yoongi got out first, groaning about the sun and pulling the visor of his hat lower over his eyes.

Jungkook scrambled out of the car just as the side door of the building swung open and Jimin strolled out. He was wearing jeans and a pastel green sweater. A huge pair of sunglasses covered most of his face, and the sun was glancing prettily off the jewelry in his ear as he walked towards them.

“Jungkookie!” Jimin called, smiling and waving as he approached.

Yoongi tugged the hat back a little further back on his head. “Holy shit.”

Namjoon’s mouth dropped open a little. “I second that.”

“You two really are meant for each other,” Seokjin said, waving exaggeratedly at Jimin, who waved back with a wide smile, despite the fact that they had never met.

“That might be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life,” Namjoon said, coming to stand by Yoongi.

“I second that,” Yoongi said.

“You can hardly see his face,” Jungkook said, even though he agreed.

“Sometimes you can just tell,” Namjoon said soberly just as the side door burst open again.

Taehyung hurried out, looking flushed and winded, but still gorgeous. His hair was pushed off his forehead with a wide, stretchy headband. It made the angles of his face sharper, more prominent, which was dangerous, considering his face was perfect enough as it was.

That,” Seokjin said, lowering his hand and staring as Taehyung whined for Jimin to wait for him, “is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.”

The little tufts at the ends of Hoseok’s lynx ears shivered as he exited the car last, staring at the approaching pair. “Wow. Yup.”

“You guys are being weird,” Jungkook complained. “I don’t need fanboys for my new roommates.”

“I now get why you signed a lease six hours into hours meeting them,” Seokjin said.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said, turning to him. “It’s not a good idea to sleep with roommates, remember that.”

“You are full of a shit,” Jungkook grumbled, then straightened, grinning at Jimin and Taehyung as they closed the distance between them. “Hi. I’m here.”

Taehyung pushed the headband a little higher and strode past Jimin, yanking Jungkook into a hug. “You are. You really did bring everyone. Look at that couch!”

Jungkook pat Taehyung’s back, enjoying the sharp strawberry smell until Taehyung pulled back again, pressing Jungkook’s face between his palms, lopsided, to avoid the healing scrape on his cheek.

“Jimin spent the whole night cleaning, it was so cute,” Taehyung said, shooting Jimin a grin over his shoulder.

Jimin whined. “Now you’re exposing me.”

“Cute,” Taehyung insisted, then released Jungkook’s face, turning to smile at everyone. “All right. Introductions now, or after the seven flights of stairs?”

Namjoon ripped his gaze away from Jimin. “The what, now?”

 

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The couch was a three-seater and unnecessarily heavy, but between the seven of them, they were able to manage. Jungkook took the rear while Seokjin and Jimin took the front, with Namjoon and Hoseok helping support the middle. Yoongi was all the way at the head of their haphazard train, offering guidance on approaching landings and telling them to lift a little higher when needed, while Taehyung walked behind Jungkook. He kept putting his hand on the low of Jungkook’s waist.

“I don’t want you to fall,” he said when Jungkook, panting, shot him a look.

“You’re gonna make me fall,” he said back, shifting his grip on the couch and pushing it a little higher.

Taehyung’s grin was innocent. “I’d never let that happen, baby boy.”

Jungkook made an unintelligible noise, glad he could blame the exertion of carrying a couch up seven flights of stairs for the red flush in his cheeks.

They had to pause between the second landing and the fifth one, Seokjin and Hoseok both groaning and laying splayed on the couch for a good five minutes in those in between times.

They had a brief moment of panic at the apartment door where they thought they might not get it to fit, but after a lot of pushing from Jungkook and Taehyung, the couch scraped through the frame, and, with a happy cry, Taehyung dive bombed it, yanking Jimin down on top of him.

“You too, Jungkook,” Taehyung said from the bottom of the pile, laughing as Jimin squirmed on top of him. “Roomie pile.”

“This is like the start of a porno,” Hoseok said, sounding almost wistful.

“Hoseok, please,” Namjoon said weakly.

“He’s not wrong,” Yoongi said as Jungkook sat down delicately on Jimin’s thigh, shouting when Jimin tugged him further onto his lap.

Yoongi,” Namjoon said.

“We have beers,” Taehyung said from underneath Jimin and Jungkook, pointing back towards the fridge. “And sake, and soju, and a little bit of tequila, too.”

“There’s this really good pizza delivery place nearby,” Jungkook said. “And chicken.”

“You literally just moved in,” Yoongi said. “How do you know that?”

“I looked it up,” Jungkook said. “I know my priorities.”

“I vote chicken,” Seokjin said.

“Chicken,” Jimin echoed.

“I like chicken,” Hoseok said.

“I don’t care,” Yoongi said, sitting down on the couch next to the three of them.

“I think we have a menu somewhere,” Jimin said, briefly lifting Jungkook as he stood before pushing him back down on Taehyung’s lap.

“What kinda chicken do you want?” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook was slightly stunned from Jimin picking him up like he’d weighed nothing. “Huh?”

Taehyung laughed and patted him reassuringly on the thigh. “This was the right move.”

“I see what you did there,” Hoseok said.

 

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Jungkook walked back down the stairs with Seokjin, Jimin, and Namjoon to move the car into an actual parking spot and also grab his bags and one box of belongings. When they returned, pink faced, Taehyung was stretched on the couch, Yoongi sitting on the other corner and Hoseok curled into the beanbag, the latter two already halfway through a beer.

“I can’t believe this is all you own,” Jimin said, leading Jungkook and Namjoon down the hall where Jungkook and Taehyung’s bedroom was.

“Well, it’s not like I need a bed, thanks to your ex-roommate,” Jungkook said, depositing his box on said bed.

“A desk, maybe?” Jimin said dryly, putting a bag down at the end of the bed. Namjoon followed suit, looking around at the otherwise bare room.

“It’s nice,” he said, then added, “you should get a desk, though.”

“I don’t need a desk,” Jungkook grumbled. “Besides, we have the kitchen table!”

“Is he always so entitled?” Jimin said to Namjoon, but he was looking at Jungkook and smiling as he spoke. “We’re gonna go shopping for a desk, baby boy.”

Namjoon just shook his head, clapping Jungkook on the back. “Best of luck to you, Jungkook.”

 

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They got drunk fast.

Jungkook hadn’t exactly thought this was how his move-in day was going to go, although he certainly wasn’t complaining, with Taehyung holding Jungkook in his lap, smelling like strawberries with his gorgeous face accentuated by his stupidly hot headband. Jungkook had to resist the urge to press his nose under Taehyung’s jaw, and then, about five drinks in, stopped resisting. It helped when Jimin would lean over to nuzzle into Taehyung’s neck instead, or run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. Or maybe it didn’t help. Jungkook was drunk, and Jimin smelled like peaches, and he was wearing this lip gloss that smelled like peaches too, made his mouth look even fuller than normal. Jungkook tried not to stare, tried to focus instead on how warm Taehyung felt, how nice Jimin’s fingers in his hair felt. He loved when his hair was played with.

“Jungkookie is so cuddly,” Taehyung snickered, pushing his own fingers through Jungkook’s hair. He hadn’t drank a drop, but his breath smelled thick and flowery, like the blunt Hoseok had procured from his pocket.

“You smell so good,” Jungkook groaned, ignoring the accompanying boos this statement brought from Yoongi and Seokjin.

“This is so horny,” Hoseok sighed, looking at Jungkook and Taehyung nuzzling and giggling. “Taehyung, has anyone ever told you you should model professionally? Did you know Seokjin models?”

“Mm, really?” Taehyung said, turning to Seokjin who blew him a kiss. “I see it. Seokjin, you are beautiful.

“Back at you,” Seokjin hummed.

Yoongi’s expression was deadpan when he turned to Hoseok. “Does this not bug you?”

Hoseok nodded at Jimin, who was sat beside Namjoon, giggling at him as he wore Yoongi’s hat, sitting lopsided atop his ears. “Does that?”

“I don’t fuck boys in relationships,” Jimin called, right before whispering something in Namjoon’s ear, who nodded, blushing, right before Jimin leaned over him to press a wet kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, slapping his hat back on his head. “Not unless they ask,” he added with a grin and ostentatious wink towards Jungkook, who was on his other side with Taehyung.

Jungkook made a weird noise in the back of his throat, shifting in Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung laughed, pressing his mouth against the back of Jungkook’s neck. “Jimin’s a good kitten on occasion.”

Jungkook flushed, nudging Taehyung just as Yoongi said to Jimin, “well, aren’t you?”

Jimin blinked, wiping away the smear of gloss his mouth had left on Yoongi’s skin. “Aren’t I what?”

“Aren’t you in a relationship?”

Jimin blinked, turning his confused expression to Jungkook, who opened his mouth, then snapped it shut when Taehyung let out another big laugh, jostling Jungkook in the process.

“Jimin and I aren’t dating,” Taehyung said.

Oh,” Jimin said, understanding lighting up his face, then he laughed too. “Is that what you told them, Kookie? Taehyung is my soulmate.” He grinned. “Not my boyfriend.”

“Didn’t tell them anything,” Jungkook protested. He actually hadn’t been sure. The fact that they slept in separate rooms made him think one thing, but the way they interacted, touchy, finishing each other’s sentences, calling each other baby—well, that made him think something else. Although he supposed they were calling him baby, too.

Hm.

“Oh, sorry,” Namjoon said. “Jungkook didn’t say anything. You just seem close, I think is what Yoongi meant.”

“You also put your hand on Taehyung’s dick in the kitchen a half hour ago, so,” Yoongi pressed his lips together in a half-smile, ignoring Namjoon’s shut up look. “Forgive me for assuming.”

Jimin bent over his knees and laughed. “Oh, that’s just us having fun. That’s nothing.”

Taehyung smiled up at Jungkook when Jungkook turned to look at him with a raised brow. “It’s nothing,” he echoed.

“All right,” Jungkook said, because, well, who was he to question some friendly, consensual, dick-groping between bros. He’d participated in his own fair share.

“All right, just-soulmates,” Seokjin said from his spot on the floor, in between Hoseok’s legs. He sounded skeptical. “How did you guys meet?”

Taehyung and Jimin both looked at each other and smiled. “Taehyung and I lived in the same building freshman year, and we went out together a lot,” Jimin started. “And then we ended up in the same intro ballroom dance course second semester.”

“Intro ballroom?” Jungkook giggled.

“I was in a production for The King and I and I wanted to add some flair,” Taehyung said. “Anyway, Jimin told me he liked my dancing and I told Jimin I liked his too, except he was much better, and we ended up being partners and then best friends and then soulmates.”

“That’s a very watered down version of it,” Jimin hummed. “But yes. We lived together last year on campus then moved here this year. And now…” Jimin leaned over to drape himself over Taehyung and Jungkook. “Now Jungkookie’s here too.”

“You’re gonna have to hide all your groceries,” Jungkook hummed, feeling warm and happy with someone’s fingers running through his hair. “I eat everything.”

“It’s true,” Yoongi said.

“I like to be well-fed,” Jungkook mumbled. “I thought I saw a banana in the kitchen, actually, can I have it?”

“He’s really a little baby,” Jimin cooed. “Baby boy, we’ll have to go buy some.”

“‘No,” Jungkook protested, reaching out to touch one of Jimin’s cat ears—the pierced one. It twitched backwards and Jimin scrunched his nose at him.

“I hope you’re prepared for his daily workouts,” Seokjin put in. “One time I walked into Namjoon and Yoongi’s place and Jungkook was in nothing but his boxers doing—what, a handstand, but a push-up version of it?”

“They were my nice boxers,” Jungkook argued.

“I don’t think I understand the activity,” Taehyung hummed. “I think Jungkook needs to demonstrate.”

This statement was met by a smattering of noise, mostly cheers except for Namjoon’s groan and Yoongi’s wry laugh.

“If I puke,” Jungkook said, pushing himself off the couch and pointing dramatically at everyone. “You’re all to blame.”

Taehyung clapped his hands together, beaming. “I have faith in you, Jungkook. Be strong. Show us, show us how strong you are.”

Jimin adjusted his position on the couch, his legs folded under him, on hand planted on the cushions and the other on Taehyung’s knee as he leaned over the edge. “Show us, baby boy,” Jimin crowed.

Jungkook coughed, rubbing his pink cheeks.

“Oh boy,” he heard Yoongi say off to the side, and yeah, Jungkook echoed that sentiment.

Again. Ohboy.

He looked up at Taehyung and Jimin, both smiling in his direction, Jimin’s more teasing, Taehyung’s more of a smirk.

“Am I gonna regret this?” he asked.

“Which part?” Jimin pressed, tongue pinched between his teeth as he laughed.

“There’s a few things I could regret about today,” Jungkook said, pushing up his sweater sleeves.

“Or not,” Taehyung said, reaching over to rub one of Jimin’s ears between his fingers. “I guess that’s up to you.”

 

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There were a couple things Jungkook regretted when he woke up the next morning, but moving in with Taehyung and Jimin was definitely not one of them. He had his own room, two new friends, and had slept on a mattress for the first time in four months. So no, Jungkook didn’t regret the move, or even the fact that he’d spent fifteen minutes doing handstand pushups in front of everyone.

Drinking, as much as he had, was one of regret though. Eating as much chicken as he had, was another.

He groaned, cocooned in his blanket, one of the corners of the fitted sheet already popped off the mattress because he’d tried to put it on drunk last night. Seokjin had stopped drinking a couple beers in, and when the time was getting close to two in the morning, he gathered everyone up except Jungkook, enlisting Taehyung, who was the least drunk out of all of them to help herd them down the stairs and into his car.

Jungkook had announced to Jimin that he was going to attempt to set up his bed for sleeping, assuring Jimin he wasn’t going to sleep just yet before promptly passing out on his half made bed. 

Jungkook stared at the ceiling for a minute, accustoming himself to the new surroundings. He could hear a bird, chirping away maybe a few floors down, as it wasn’t close enough to be grating. The apartment faced the west, so the sunrise didn’t bleed into his room, which was a bonus.

Jungkook curled his fingers around his blanket, running his tongue over dry lips as he lay there until he couldn’t stand the taste in his mouth, lurching out of bed to stumble towards the bathroom. 

Jungkook quickly washed his mouth out with some water, then brushed his teeth, just for the sake of no longer tasting like fried chicken and cheap beer. When he was done, he stood there slightly hunched over the counter, just taking a moment to assess his body and whether he could stomach some breakfast or not, maybe find that banana he’d swore he’d seen in the kitchen last night, when he heard a noise.

It was a thump, like something had been shoved against the wall, and it was gone before Jungkook could really be sure he’d heard anything. He looked up, frowning at his reflection in the mirror, and held very still.

One second. Two seconds, then two more. And then, when Jungkook thought yeah, it was probably just someone messing around upstairs, it came again.

Now that Jungkook was listening for it, it came clearer, and he jumped, because it was coming from across the hall, either in his room, or Taehyung’s room, and he sure fucking hoped there wasn’t anyone in his room because he didn’t remember having anyone in it when he fell asleep—

He moved quickly, slipping out of the bathroom and making a beeline to his room before he realized that Taehyung’s room door was cracked open, and there was that resounding thump again, like wood hitting plaster, and Jungkook stopped short as he absorbed what he was actually looking at through the open door.

Taehyung had a queen bed pushed into the corner of his room, and it was set up directly diagonally from the door so that, even with the small cracked opening, Jungkook had a straight shot towards it. Could see, through the thin gap, the board, tanned line of Taehyung’s bare shoulders as he clutched the dark wood headboard, the way the sheets clung around his waist, covering his lower half but not hiding the way his hips snapped forward to—yeah, holy shit—to fuck hard into whoever he was fucking into. Because he was absolutely fucking the shit out of someone.

The headboard hit the wall again with a sharp thud, and Jungkook scrambled backwards, pressing his fingers to his forehead and standing outside the bedroom like a total pervert but not finding it in his legs to move. What the hell. When had Taehyung brought someone back? Had he and Jimin gone out after Jungkook fell asleep—

Jimin.

There was another crack of the wood hitting the wall again, then a breathy, high-pitched moan that sounded very much like the black haired cat hybrid who had said just last night, Jungkook hadn’t been that drunk, Jimin, no, Taehyung had definitely said, “we’re not dating.”

There was muffled whispering from inside Taehyung’s room, followed by a giggle that was—yes that was definitely Jimin—and Jungkook shot forward, moving quietly as he darted back inside his room and crawled under the blankets.

Okay. Okay maybe they weren’t dating. But that had—that had definitely been Taehyung fucking Jimin, right? What the hell. Jungkook wasn’t sure if they’d banked on him being a heavy sleeper when hungover, but they hadn’t even closed their door. Maybe they were both still drunk. Except Taehyung hadn’t drank anything, and Jimin had been much more sober than Jungkook, who wasn’t still-drunk right now.

Jungkook frowned up at the covers tented over his face. Maybe this, whatever it was, was a one time thing. And, if they’d said they weren’t dating, maybe they didn’t want anyone to know they had something more going on. If they did.

This was probably just a one time thing.

Jungkook didn’t want to make it weird.

Even though he hadn’t been the one to fuck with the door open.

There was a weird simmering in his belly, something he didn’t know how to name, or if he should.

Jungkook decided no, he shouldn’t, nor would he bring this up.

 

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Jungkook must have dozed off, because when he opened his eyes again, the air smelled savory-sweet, like someone was making bacon, and Jungkook jumped out of bed so quick he thought he might actually puke, then breathed in again. He stomach gave a loud rumble. Hunger gave way to the nausea as Jungkook walked out of his room and towards the kitchen-living room.

Jungkook didn’t immediately remember what he’d overheard—and saw—until he spotted Jimin standing, without pants, in an overlarge sweater that nearly touched his knees, cooking by the stove. There was a slit in the back of the sweater for his tail, and as Jungkook shuffled into the room, Jimin’s ears flicked backwards. He turned, a smile breaking across his face.

“Hey,” he said, waving his tongs. “I’m making bacon. And uh, more bacon. I ran to the corner store, I got you banana milk because Yoongi-hyung said you liked it, and there’s also a bunch of bananas for you,” he said, pointing to a bunch of four on the counter behind him. As Jungkook grabbed one, Jimin’s smile softened. “Sorry we got you so drunk last night.”

“You did no such thing,” Jungkook said around a huge bite. He looked around. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“My bathroom, showering,” Jimin hummed. “We didn’t want to wake you, the pipes are super loud by your rooms when we use that shower.”

Jungkook felt his eyebrow twitch. Now they were worried about waking him? He took another bite.

“The bacon woke me,” is what he said after swallowing.

“Well, I figured it would be a more gentle way of arousing you,” Jimin teased.

Jungkook looked at him for a beat. Jimin really had to use the word aroused?

“Well, you—it—did,” Jungkook muttered, tossing the empty peel in the trash. He closed the distance between him and Jimin, peering into the frying pan. “You don’t have syrup, do you?”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at him. “You really do eat a lot. How do you stay so in shape?”

“Young metabolism and working out a lot,” Jungkook said, trying to sneak a piece of bacon and yelping when Jimin whacked the back of his hand

“It’s not ready,” Jimin said.

“Hey, hey, it smells so good in here,” came Taehyung’s low honey voice, still a little rough from sleep.

Or something else.

When Jungkook turned, he had to carefully arrange his expression when he saw Taehyung approaching in nothing but some lose sweatpants, his long hair still wet from the shower and so, so dark. Droplets of water were rolling over his shoulders, catching on the ridges of his collarbone.

Taehyung grinned, shuffling forward until his shoulder bumped Jungkook’s, and when he reached for a piece of bacon, Jungkook was pressed into Jimin as a result.

“Hey,” Jungkook argued, ignoring the flush under his skin as Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist. “How come you can have some?”

“It’s for you,” Taehyung said with a smile, although he did take a small bite of the meat before holding it to a Jungkook’s lips and saying, “open up.”

Jungkook’s exhale left his mouth in a small huff. He could feel Jimin’s tail rubbing along the back of his calf, and although Jimin was the one holding him in place, Taehyung’s gaze alone made him feel just as pinned.

And Jungkook didn’t exactly mind.

He cleared his throat, licked his lips, then, after blinking down at their toes for a a minute, looked up at Taehyung and opened his mouth.

“There you go, baby boy,” Taehyung said sweetly, placing the bacon on Jungkook’s tongue and then—then guiding his mouth closed by pressing underneath Jungkook’s chin. “How is it?”

Jungkook felt a heat under his skin, like his blood was simmering, warm enough to leave a trace of red in his cheeks, even down his neck. Jungkook had to tell himself to chew, tried not to choke when Jimin’s tail tip curled around one leg. Taehyung’s finger was still gently pressing under his chin, and Jungkook found it all very, very distracting, the sleep hazy memory of Jimin’s pleasured moan suddenly ringing clear in his head.

Chew. Chew. Swallow.

Taehyung was smiling. “Jungkook?”

Okay. Jungkook was so fucked.

 

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jungkook:

i think i have a crush on my roommates

 

yoongi:

it’s been three days

arent you supposed to be in class right now

which one

 

jungkook:

BOTH

 

namjoon:

oh jungkook

i mean i get it actually

 

yoongi:

yeah me too

 

namjoon:

they’re very charming

 

yoongi:

and hot

 

jungkook:

this isn’t helping

 

namjoon:

it’s just a physical thing

it’s natural to have that with new people

who look like that

 

jungkook:

yeah but

jimin is so sweet and smart and CUDDLY

and taehyung is so nice and thoughtful and T_T

 

yoongi:

T_T??

 

namjoon:

oh jungkook

just give it a little time

you’re still getting to know them and you’ve got those rose tinted glasses

 

jungkook:

i don’t own sunglasses like that 

 

namjoon:

no

i

sigh

 

yoongi:

he means they’re new so you’re just a little enchanted and it’ll probably pass in a couple weeks

just don’t fuck them

least not on a whim

roommates fucking is never a good idea

 

jungkook:

remind me how you and namjoon started dating again

you tiny hypocrite!!

 

namjoon:

he has you there

 

yoongi:

tiny

look just

think before you suck a dick

 

jungkook:

:<

 

yoongi:

that’s all we’re asking

 

namjoon:

if you’ve got a certain dynamic going on you don’t wanna make it weird by sleeping with one of them right?

 

jungkook:

…right

both is probably bad too right

hello??

 

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So Jungkook tried to play it cool.

At first, this really did seem like the best approach. There was no indication that Jimin and Taehyung were fucking, apart from that morning where Jungkook had seen them fucking, of course—but a few weeks passed, and Jungkook decided it had been a fluke. Apart from the fact that they were very touchy-feely with each other, there were no questionable noises at night, no weird third-wheel moments, and Jungkook thought yeah, they’d probably just gotten a little horny after the alcohol and the weed, and being so close, had opted for just. Fucking it out.

It happened.

Okay, it was a shaky foundation, but Jungkook was good at staking those, and with how well everything was going, he wasn’t about to shake it by bringing up at the dinner table. So about that morning when you two were fucking which oh yeah I saw through the crack in your open door—? Or even worse, I would love to fuck the shit out of or have the shit fucked out of me by either of you.

Yeah, no.

He could do this. He could go on like he hadn’t seen what he’d seen. And Taehyung and Jimin went on like what Jungkook assumed, and quickly accepted, was normal.

The touchiness was the first thing he grew accustomed to. A couple weeks in, Jungkook walked out of his room to the sight of Jimin lying draped all over Taehyung on the couch. For a split second, Jungkook thought they were fucking again, then realized they were simply giggling at something on Taehyung’s phone. He paused, not sure if he was supposed to leave them alone or not.

“Come look at this, Jungkook,” Jimin said with a big grin when he spotted Jungkook, and he and Taehyung both looked at him with such openness his hesitation melted, almost instantly.  

Jungkook assimilated quickly. They made it easy.

He learned their likes and dislikes, their quirks and habits. Taehyung was as warm and open as he’d been the night they met, and did in fact, rehearse his lines very loudly in the main living room. Jungkook had lost quite a few of his games already because he’d been so distracted. He didn’t mind.

“Can you help me with this scene?” Taehyung asked one evening, which was how Jungkook found himself sitting on the arm of the couch, trying not to cry as Taehyung delivered a very impressive and emotional monologue, his stupidly beautiful face only inches from Jungkook’s.

Taehyung put his hand on Jungkook’s knee. “Jungkook-ah, you’re supposed to look betrayed, not sad.”

“But it is sad,” Jungkook protested, voice warbly. “You sound like you’re—really saying these things.”

Jimin then padded out of the short hall that led to his room, ears twitching as he looked between them. “Taehyung, you’re such a heartbreaker.”

“Just my character,” Taehyung insisted, and Jungkook tried not to blush when Taehyung winked at him.  

Jimin, on the other hand, was often at the library studying or in the studio dancing. Although he liked to go out more than all three of them put together, he had the least time to do it with his work load.

When he did go out, he went all out. He wore clothes that might as well have been painted on, makeup that made him look photoshopped levels of perfect (and he was pretty damn close already). The first time Jungkook saw him with a choker on he thought he might have to run into his room and hide, because that might be less humiliating then getting caught blatantly staring at his neck. Which he was. Not that Jimin seemed to mind.

“You like it?” Jimin simpered, spinning around on the spot and grinning at Jungkook staring at him from the kitchen table.

When Taehyung walked over, hooked his finger under Jimin’s collar—no, choker—and called him “the prettiest kitten” Jungkook busied himself with his camera, grunting in vague agreement when Jimin pressed him to answer, too.

When Jungkook joined him at the clubs, and Taehyung did too, he got to see just how lethal Jimin was on the dance floor, how smooth Taehyung was at the bar. Jimin, with his tail curving almost with his movements, eyes sultry, body fluid. Taehyung, leaning close enough to radiate body heat, but far enough to leave people wanting more.

Jungkook liked to dance, but he wasn’t sure he trusted himself with Jimin, especially when he saw how freely Jimin kissed people. And Jungkook liked to be flirted with, but had a feeling with a few drinks in him and Taehyung standing so close, he’d close the distance between them himself.

Taehyung and Jimin never kissed each other, Jungkook noticed. Other people, yeah. Jungkook did, too, a little because he kept telling himself, bad idea to hookup with your stupidly hot and nice roommates but hey this guy is cute.

The thing was, he was pretty sure Taehyung and Jimin had already kissed before, not only based off that morning, but on how utterly physically comfortable they were with each other. And sometimes you just got a sense for this shit. Jungkook would honestly give up banana milk for a year if he was wrong.

But even when they danced together, they never kissed. Came close a few times (yeah, okay, maybe Jungkook was watching closely), but never actually connecting.

But maybe Jungkook was just projecting.

He did wonder if they acted the same when they went out without him. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more, the possibility that they just might not kiss, or that they might actually kiss and were hiding it from him.   

Jungkook reminded himself to be normal.

And it wasn’t like it was hard. The three of them clicked, so well that Jungkook was slightly aghast he hadn’t known them before this year. He had fun challenging Jimin to arm wrestling matches, enjoyed carrying Taehyung piggy back up and down the building stairs when they walked to Kang’s class together. Jimin helped him with homework when he got stuck, and Taehyung had great insight on Jungkook’s photography when he was feeling uninspired. The three of them went shopping for a desk for Jungkook’s room, and it was actually fun. Furniture shopping.

Jungkook grew accustomed to the way Jimin curled up against him on the couch when they watched a movie, the way Taehyung ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook fiddled with the loops in Jimin’s cat ears, an empty pizza box more often than not at their feet.

“They’re thicker than they look,” Jungkook whispered one night as he ran a finger over the pinna, fur so incredibly soft Jungkook wanted to press it against his cheek. Jimin was dozing, chemistry book open on his lap, his upper body slumped over Jungkook’s legs. Taehyung had a script in one hand, and Jungkook’s hand in the other.

They’d started doing that, the three of them. Holding hands, that is. Jungkook wasn’t sure when it had started. But it was nice. It was normal, now.

“Hm?” Taehyung said, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and looking over at them. He smiled, putting down his script to reach over and run one finger over the same ear. “Oh, yeah. I went with him when he got this pierced, you know?”

The cartilage twitched between their fingers, and Jungkook grinned as the jewelry clinked. “That’s cool. Did they do both at once?”

“Yeah. Jimin was a trooper, he waited till we left the shop to cry.”

“You cried,” Jimin mumbled, eyes still shut. “You cried ‘cause I was bleeding—”

No,” Taehyung said, eyes wide. “Did not.”

Jimin opened one eye lazily, turning a bit so he could see them both. “Did so. I cried ‘cause my ears kept moving on their own and it was hurting, and you tried to hold them still and then there was blood on your fingers and you—” Jimin stifled a yawn. “You cried.”

“That’s cute,” Jungkook said.

“Okay,” Taehyung said, pinching the apex of Jimin’s ears between his fingers, grinning when they began to twitch in his grip. Jimin groaned, reaching up to bat him away. “Maybe that happened.”

“Stop,” Jimin laughed, succeeding in knocking Taehyung’s hands off his head (and the chem book to the floor) and flicking him on the nose. Jimin then squished his face into Jungkook’s stomach. “Kook, you’re so hard.”

“I’m—?” Jungkook squeaked, because he thought he’d gotten a handle on that.

“Your muscles,” Jimin said with a snort.

“You’re the same,” Taehyung pointed out.

“Hardly,” Jimin said. He flopped back onto Jungkook’s lap, smiling up at them both. “Anyway, yeah it hurt. But I’m sure no worse than yours.” He glanced at Jungkook’s ears. “You’ve got like, ten.”

“Seven,” Jungkook corrected, touching one ear.

“Hm,” Jimin said. He looked vaguely amused, and Jungkook only understood when Taehyung kissed him loudly and wetly, right over the center of his ear.  

Jungkook jerked, whining. “Tae.”

“Baby boy,” Taehyung said back teasingly.

Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms more fully around Jungkook’s waist and pressing his face back in his stomach. “I love you guys,” he said.

Jungkook’s heart beat quick, onetwothree—

then settled.

The feeling that washed over him wasn’t shock, or panic, or fear.

Jimin hummed, kissing Jungkook’s stomach over his shirt, Taehyung brushing his lips more gently to the side of Jungkook’s head. And Jungkook felt at ease.

 

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A couple months into the semester, Jungkook was walking to campus to work on a project for on of his classes, where he and three other people were responsible for putting together a short film. He was about seven minutes from the uni when he got a text from one of the group members saying can we reschedule?? something came up, followed immediately by the two other people in the group responding with sure haha and works for me.

Sighing, Jungkook sent his own okay text. He thought about continuing onto campus, maybe getting some work of his own done, but it was a Saturday and he hadn’t really brought anything with him besides what he’d need for this project, which he hadn’t really felt like working on today, anyway. He would just go home, maybe convince Taehyung to play a video game with him, or get a midday workout in with Jimin. He was pretty sure they were free.   

Jungkook let himself get a little wild on the longboard as he zoomed back the way he’d come, a little extra bounce in his step, so to speak, with the day ahead newly cleared of responsibilities. They’d have to make up for it later, sure, but, for now, this was great.

Jungkook made quick work of the stairs when he got to his building, barely breaking a sweat as he took them two at a time until he reached the seventh floor. The hallway was quiet, unsurprising as it was still a bit early, and Jungkook took a moment to catch his breath as he unlocked the apartment’s front door before nudging it open.

And freezing on spot.

Taehyung, Jimin, and he had been living together long enough now, and neither of them were exactly shy, so this wasn’t the first time Jungkook was seeing Taehyung’s butt. It wasn’t even the first time Jungkook had seen Taehyung fuck someone, thanks to that morning.

It was, however, the first time Jungkook had seen both at the same time, and that was, Taehyung, with his jeans hanging just past the curve of his bare ass, snapping his hips forward into someone as he fucked them.

And that someone was Jimin. Definitely Jimin, no fucking question about it.

Both their backs were facing Jungkook, and Jungkook wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse, because it gave him a chance to sit there and—and look. And he couldn’t not look. Taehyung had Jimin bent forward over the arm of the couch, Jimin’s skin-tight pants pushed down to his thighs, his shirt crumpled up to his shoulders, tail tangled underneath it, poking through the top to wrap around his own neck. One of Taehyung’s hands was planted right between Jimin’s shoulder blades, and he was using this to pin Jimin face down into the couch as he fucked into him, hard and fast.

And he was talking, oh god have mercy on him, Taehyung was talking, his voice teasing and coming out almost in a growl.

Feel better, pretty kitten? Feel better with a cock in you, don’t you? Pretty, pretty fucking slut, just want to get fucked, isn’t that right?”

Even as Taehyung pushed Jimin harder into the couch, Jimin was arching his back, presenting his ass desperately to meet Taehyung’s thrusts, and his responding wails were muffled into the cushions.

When Taehyung shifted, hiking one of Jimin’s legs up to allow him to get a deeper angle, Jungkook was jolted back to himself. He pushed the door shut fast, keeping the handle twisted so as to not alert them to his presence.

He stared down at his hands, white knuckled around the stainless steel of the door handle. His exhale was shaky as he slowly released it, grateful for the silence as it was put back in place, no tell-tale click, although he doubted the two on the other side of the door would have heard him.

Jungkook was breathing harder now then he’d been from climbing seven flights of stairs, lungs tight and face flushed as he played what he’d just seen over and over and over again in his mind. He stared at the closed door in front of him, amazed at how quiet everything seemed on this side of it.

Jungkook released the door handle and stepped back, head abuzz. He didn’t know which train of thought to focus on. He grasped at the most obvious.

Taehyung and Jimin were fucking.

It hadn’t been a one-time thing. Or, was this the first time they’d fucked since that morning, what six, eight weeks ago? A two-time thing was still casual. Maybe it was more than two times and it was still casual. But they hadn’t told Jungkook, so was he supposed to know?

He didn’t quite know what would benefit from them telling him. What was he gonna do, congratulate them? Pout, because they were both getting a good dicking and he wasn’t? Ask to join in?

Jungkook’s thoughts fell abruptly silent.

He stared at the door for another beat, then dug his phone out of his pocket and clicked to dial the last person who had called him.

The phone rang in his ear once. Twice. The door in front of Jungkook was deceptively quiet. Three rings, then four. Jungkook bit down on his lip, hand twitching as he made to hang up when suddenly—

“Hello?”

“Jimin?” Jungkook said, taking care not to speak too loudly, although another part of him was yelling so what if they know you know, so what if they catch you out here?

“What’s up?” Jimin said over the phone. He sounded a little breathless, but mostly—normal.

Jungkook pursed his lips.

“Well, I’m coming back, my thing got cancelled,” he said. “Did you need me to grab anything from the store?”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Jimin said, sounding chipper. “Mm—ah—” Jungkook clutched his phone tighter. “N-no, I think we’re good. Taehyungie—” there was minor static, like Jimin was moving the phone, then a muffled, “—did you want anything? Jungkook is coming home, offering to go to the store?” before Jimin said directly into the phone, “No, we’re fine. Hurry home!”

“Okay,” Jungkook said. “You sure?”

Jimin’s voice was a little more breathless now, and Jungkook didn’t miss this. “Mhm,” Jimin said.

“See you soon, then,” Jungkook said before hanging up. He stared at the door a little more, then, ignoring the voice in his head screaming for him to not be weird, he pressed his ear to the wood. It was hard to hear clearly, but he could make out a little bit.

…hurry up, Tae—”

Don’t you wanna come?”

“…gonna see and—fuh-fuck—I don’t—”

Don’t…him to see? Liar.”

Jimin’s response was a high-pitched whine.

Jungkook shoved himself back from the door. His face was flaming, and his dick was hard, and he was so incredibly and thoroughly fucked.

 

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Jungkook took the time he needed to kill to climb up to the top floor the apartment complex, eyeing the ladder that led to the roof and scowling when he found the door leading outside locked. He sighed, leaning back against the rungs and pulled out his phone again.

 

jungkook:

taehyung and jimin are fucking and i want to join

 

yoongi:

you what

they’re what??

 

namjoon:

i had a feeling

not about that last part though

you want a threesome??

are they dating or??

 

jungkook:

i don’t think so

i literally went out with jimin and taehyung last night and they were both kissing other people right in front of each other

so if they’re dating it’s very

open

 

yoongi:

well I guess that means you might have a chance at fucking them both

 

namjoon:

yoongi!?

what happened to

thinking before you suck

 

yoongi:

changed my mind after sucking your dick this morning

 

jungkook:

EW!!!

 

yoongi:

don’t be homophobic you big slut you just opened up this conversation by saying you want to have a threesome with your roommates

 

namjoon:

yoongi!! with the language?? really??

jk you’re not a slut

 

jungkook:

it’s ok i like being called a slut

 

yoongi:

i take it back good god

 

jungkook:

also you guys fucking is like the equivalent of my parents fucking so yeah EW

anyway what do i do

 

namjoon:

ok wait

how do you know they’re even having sex?

 

jungkook:

uhhh i saw it

once after I moved in

and once 5 minutes ago

 

yoongi:

why didn’t you say anything before now

 

jungkook:

i thought it was a one time thing so I didn’t want to make it weird

but i just saw taehyung plowing jimin on our couch

and they were literally fucking so good they didn’t even notice me

so i closed the door and called them and they acted like

nothing happened

then i listened at the door for a second

 

namjoon:

you WHAT? jungkook!

 

jungkook:

and they’re trying to hide it from me on purpose!!

 

yoongi:

well

what did you hear them say

 

jungkook:

something like

jimin was telling taehyung to hurry up

probably cuz i said i was ten minutes away and tae was balls deep

 

namjoon:

jungkook

 

jungkook:

and then taehyung  was like ‘ur lying u totally want him to see me fucking you’

and then jimin moaned

it was really hot actually i have a semi and can’t go back until I’m totally deflated

 

namjoon:

oh god

 

yoongi:

okay well that doesn’t sound like they don’t want you to know

it sounds like they may also be open to fucking you

 

jungkook:

well then why are they trying to hide it

 

yoongi:

well why were you

 

jungkook:

because I wasn’t supposed to see!

 

namjoon:

then why did you listen at the door

 

jungkook:

like you WOULDN’T have

 

yoongi:

i would have probably walked in and asked them what the fuck was going on

namjoon would have listened at the door

 

jungkook:

all right well I just told you everything so as my older and wiser hyungs

what the fuck do I do

 

yoongi:

hm

 

namjoon:

you should

feel it out a little bit

people say a lot of stuff during sex they don’t mean

 

jungkook:

thanks fuck you too

you do bring up an interesting point though

what if they’re secretly in love with each other and are just using me as a buffer

 

yoongi:

damn that’s deep

and also a possibility

 

namjoon:

they seem pretty open and genuine

i feel like they’d be like that towards each other

and i also don’t think they’d use you

they probably just don’t want you to feel like things are different just because they’re hooking up

 

yoongi:

namjoon it took you three years to tell me you love me they could definitely be in love and not be saying anything

 

namjoon:

it took you three years too

 

jungkook:

hyungs please

this is not helping

 

yoongi:

i say tell them you know

 

jungkook:

that’ll be weird now cuz i’ve been sitting on it for so long

:<

 

namjoon:

just don’t overthink it, jk

if you like them go for it

if you wanna wait, wait

just do what feels right

as long as you use a condom

just be open

 

yoongi:

they certainly are being open

 

namjoon:

yoongi i swear

 

jungkook:

i don’t know if i’ll take this advice

but thanks

i'm going in

 

Jungkook was no longer sporting half an erection, a small blessing, and by the time he got back to the apartment, he was feeling refreshed and much clearer headed.

He had no plan, but he worked better like that anyway.

After Jungkook closed the front door behind him, he was almost immediately accosted by a warm body, followed by the familiar brush of Jimin’s tail across Jungkook’s exposed skin as he was squeezed in a hug.

“Hi,” Jimin purred, and Jungkook hugged him back, offering Taehyung lounging on the couch in front of them a smile over Jimin’s shoulder. Nothing seemed amiss. It didn’t even smell like sex, although the air was permeated with some sort of peachy perfume, something Jungkook knew Jimin wore.

“What happened to your project?” Taehyung said.

“Partners flaked,” Jungkook said, picking Jimin right off from the ground and carrying him over to the couch, where he deposited him next to Taehyung. He eyed the arm briefly, which, not twenty minutes prior, Jimin had been bent over.

“Of course,” Taehyung said. He took Jungkook’s hand in his, and Jungkook allowed himself to be tugged down so he was sitting, half on Taehyung’s lap, half on Jimin’s. “I’ve got a rehearsal I gotta go to later, and I think about half the people are gonna be struck with food poisoning.”

“If anyone skips my dance practice, I’ll eat them,” Jimin stated, nuzzling into Jungkook’s side. They were acting so sweet, so normal, Jungkook almost—almost—forgot about the fact that they had been fucking hard on this very couch less than hour ago.

“As you should,” Taehyung said seriously.

Jungkook situated himself more comfortably on them, propping his elbow on Taehyung’s shoulder. Without any further preamble, he said, “Why didn’t you bring home those guys from the club last night?”

Taehyung and Jimin both made the smallest of movements, Taehyung raising an eyebrow and Jimin’s tail swishing before it rested on top of Jungkook’s knee.

“What guys?” Jimin asked, ears high and alert. Jungkook resisted the urge to scratch behind them, focusing instead on their facial expressions.

Taehyung looked thoughtful. “The tall guy and the blonde one? Jiminie, you were kissing the blonde. Remember?”

Oh,” Jimin said, vague comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh, the blonde with the – the crop top.” Jimin giggled into Jungkook’s shoulder. “He was a fun kisser.”

Jungkook tried not to stare too intensely at Taehyung’s face, but Taehyung wasn’t looking at Jungkook, his grin directed towards Jimin. “What’re you, embarrassed, Jimin? That’s cute.”

“If he was a good kisser,” Jungkook said, “why didn’t you bring him home?” He cleared his throat when both Jimin and Taehyung looked up at him quizzically. “I mean, we never really talked about it, but—so I guess—I mean, you can bring guys home. Or girls. Whoever you—whoever you wanna fuck,” he finished haltingly.

Taehyung chuckled, and Jimin’s smile was almost simpering.

“How thoughtful,” Jimin hummed, wrapping his arms more securely around Jungkook’s waist. “But I didn’t wanna fuck him. So I didn’t. “

“Did you want us to put a sock on the door or something if it ever happens?” Taehyung asked. He had one arm around Jimin’s waist, the other against Jungkook’s lower back. Jungkook had to hold back a shiver when Taehyung shifted his palm, had to resist the urge to ask him to continue to rub him there.

“Um,” Jungkook said, now trying to gauge Jimin’s reaction, but he was simply pressing his smile into Jungkook’s arm, not looking incredibly concerned with who was fucking who. “Um, yeah, I mean, sure, but I guess I just meant—just let me know. I know what a sexile is and I’m good with it every now and then.”

He waited again for them to say something.

Taehyung and Jimin both exchanged a look, nothing heavy or anything Jungkook could actually decipher. Their expressions were friendly and clear when they turned back to him.

“Sure, Jungkook,” Jimin said. “We’ll tell you. But don’t hold your breath.”

“Why not?” Jungkook said. This was something. Maybe they were going to tell him. Because we don’t need to. Because we’re fucking. He braced himself.

Taehyung shrugged. “It just doesn’t happen a lot. Jimin doesn’t like strangers in his bed. And I always have class super early. So, you know. Quick hand job in the bathroom at the bar will probably do the trick.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, which was the first sign of annoyance Jungkook had noticed during this entire conversation, although he didn’t really think Jimin was actually annoyed because Taehyung was talking about fucking other people, just because he was being crass.

“Anyway, Jungkook, if you put a sock on your door,” Jimin said, squeezing Jungkook’s cheeks between his fingers. “We’ll make sure we keep out. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook said, even though it—wasn’t, really, at all what he’d been going for. He’d much rather Jimin didn’t stay out. Or Taehyung, for that matter.

Jimin reached up to ruffle Jungkook’s hair as he worked that over in his head. Both of them, yeah. And, not with a random in Jungkook’s bed. Just Jimin and Taehyung.

“Oh my god you’re so cute,” Jimin said, peering at Jungkook’s concentrated face. “He reminds me of me when I was a freshman.”

Jungkook blinked, jerking out of his thoughts. “I’m a sophomore,” he protested.

“Wanting to have sex with random people,” Taehyung sighed, patting Jungkook on the back. Jungkook wanted to die. “Our baby is all grown up.”

“I’ve had sex before,” Jungkook said, standing up abruptly and scowling at them. This had not gone how he’d wanted it to. Even though he’d actually had no idea how this was going to go. “With lots of random people. On this very couch. So you suck it.”

Taehyung and Jimin both leaned into each other to laugh, and Jungkook, grumbling under his breath, stalked towards his room.

 

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jungkook:

maybe they don’t want to ask me because they think i’m too innocent

or like, think of me like a little brother

I DON’T WANT TO BE THEIR LITTLE BROTHER

i mean they can feed me and stuff as they would a dongsaeng

but i want sex

ROUGH DIRTY SEX!

and they’re so nice : (

i’ve never felt so soft and so hard for two people before in my life

 

yoongi:

namjoon stop him

 

namjoon:

why don’t you

 

yoongi:

i thought staying silent would eventually get him to be quiet but it just got worse

 

jungkook:

this is mean

 

namjoon:

did you talk to them?

 

jungkook:

yeah i told them they were allowed to bring home people to fuck

 

namjoon:

why did you do that

 

jungkook:

i wanted to see what they’d say

update: it was not helpful

 

yoongi:

shocking

 

jungkook:

don’t worry hyungs

i will find a way to handle this situation like an adult

 

namjoon:

i'm worried

 

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It wasn’t too long after that that something happened where Jungkook thought the dynamic sort of—shifted.

It hadn’t been Jungkook’s fault. Like, at all. Taehyung was out, and Jimin was studying at the library, and he really, really, really needed Jungkook to find this textbook and take a picture of a page from a chapter for him.

 

jimin:

the textbook is on the shelf over my desk!!

 

And Jungkook had made his way over to the vanity turned desk, done a quick scan of the shelf mounted over it (several textbooks, a few reading books, a magnifying glass, an apple, a banana, a protractor, for whatever fucking reason), found the title Jimin was looking for, and located the right page.

 

jungkook:

[image sent]

good??

 

jimin:

you’re the best

 

Jungkook was feeling quite accomplished as he put the textbook back in its place, and he figured he’d earned himself a minor reward, so he grabbed the banana from the shelf, fingers freezing at the green stem as he realized, very quickly, this was not a normal banana.

Jungkook glanced around the room, which was stupid, since he was the only one home, but he had a weird, hot feeling simmering low in his tummy as he looked over the thing in his hand, then Jimin’s bed, then back to the thing in his hand.

It was a banana. Or, it was meant to look like one. Yellow, curved, the right shape—but similarities stopped there. First of all, it was hard, obviously made of plastic at a closer look, although when Jungkook squeezed, there was a slight give to the material, which was sort of on par with a real banana, just a little more rubbery. But even more embarrassingly obvious was the slim line straight around the middle of the fake fruit that Jungkook had missed at a first glance.

Jungkook didn’t think. He pulled it apart, then almost dropped both parts of the plastic in his hand.

“Oh shit,” he said, then, when Taehyung said from the doorway, “whatcha doing?” he just about squealed like a fucking pig.

“Ah!” he said instead, jumping and banging his hip into Jimin’s desk as Taehyung grinned at him from the doorway. And of course he was grinning. Why wouldn’t he be?

In one of Jungkook’s hand was the cap of the banana case. In the other, was the bottom half of it, which—which was, towards the bottom, the plastic banana exterior, which served as a handle for the flesh colored dildo coming out from the base, the entirety of which had been covered by the hollow cap.

“I am,” Jungkook said, staring straight at Taehyung, frozen on the spot with a plastic banana dildo in his hand, “going to go jump out the window.”

“No!” Taehyung exclaimed, but he was laughing as he walked in, and Jungkook’s face was flaming red. Oh god. Taehyung had caught him looking at Jimin’s—what was this—banana dick? And he was walking closer. Shit, he’d probably seen this thing before, if he and Jimin were hooking up. He was probably—no, Taehyung was definitely going to tell Jimin.

Taehyung was standing just a foot away from Jungkook, now.

“I’m—I thought it was real!” Jungkook exclaimed. He knew he was beet red, and he went to sheath the fucking thing, but ended up smacking the tip of the dildo against his wrist, and he made a wheezing, whimpering sound before Taehyung, very gently touched under Jungkook’s chin to get him to focus.

“Hey,” he said, smiling, fingers coming down to settle Jungkook’s hands. “Hey, it’s fine. Jimin won’t mind.”

“He—what?” Jungkook said, voice far squeakier than he cared to admit. “This is—”

“Well, it’s mine actually,” Taehyung hummed, smirking at Jungkook’s flabbergasted expression. “So that’s how I know it’s fine.”

“What you—” Jungkook thought he was in danger of swallowing his own tongue. Everything felt hot, and heavy, and Taehyung was looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You, what, you—you let him—borrow it?”

“Kinda,” Taehyung said, so fucking blasé Jungkook honestly thought he might be in a parallel dimension. “Started that way, then he kinda kept it. But he won’t mind.” Taehyung’s fingers crept up Jungkook’s hand, the one that held the end with the flesh colored silicone. “Want me to show you how to use it?”

Jungkook literally felt braincells in his head colliding, fritzing out, and exploding.

Then Taehyung’s fingers sifted one of Jungkook’s aside and pressed down on a spot on the base.

The banana began to vibrate.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, “shit.”

Taehyung looked up at him. “Want me to stop?”

Jungkook swallowed, turning the base around in his fingers. He looked up at Taehyung, still red cheeked.

“What’s this button do?” is what he said, moving his thumb to hover over a part of the base.

Taehyung’s fingers curled around Jungkook’s wrist, heavy and firm. His eyes darkened a little, and Jungkook felt a small thrill. This was something. This was something, wasn’t it? They were standing here, looking at a vibrator that Taehyung had openly admitted to sharing with Jimin. In Jimin’s fucking bedroom.

“That heats it up,” Taehyung said, tilting his head to the side and running two pretty fingers up the length of the dildo. “You can already feel it a little, if you…”

He didn’t make to move Jungkook’s hand, but he didn’t have to. Jungkook wanted to see, so he put down the banana cap on the desk before reaching up to touch the silicone, feel how it was, indeed, already slightly warm to the touch.

“It’s not too hot,” Taehyung said. There was a note of humor to his voice, but it was laced with something darker, more on edge, and it made Jungkook want to step closer. He chewed on his lip as Taehyung continued. “It’s more than warm enough to feel like someone’s cock,” he said, and his finger tickled over Jungkook’s knuckles. Shit. “And just warm enough to add a level of pleasure, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, then fumbled, shaking his head. “I-I mean—I don’t. I just mean, that makes sense.”

Taehyung grinned at him. “Yeah?” He looked back down at the base, steadied Jungkook’s hand in his before pressing down on another button. The vibration kicked up. “Jimin likes this one the best,” he said in a murmur, and all of Jungkook’s coherent thoughts just screeched to a stop.

He looked up at Taehyung, breath skittering in his throat when he saw how Taehyung was watching him, so careful and intent

Jungkook looked down at the base, and pressed the same button again. The vibration kicked up a notch.

“What about this one?”

Taehyung bit his lip, like he was trying to contain his grin. “Makes him come too fast.” He hummed. “Do you think you’d like it?”

Jungkook opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He pressed on the button again and the vibration stopped, the room seeming overly quiet in the sudden silence. His cheeks were burning, and Taehyung was still looking at him like that.

“Yeah,” he said, licked his lips and said in a rush, “are you gonna tell Jimin?”

Taehyung didn’t ask him, am I gonna tell Jimin what? which Jungkook found strangely comforting. Like Taehyung knew, what Jungkook would want Jimin to know. Like he knew Jungkook trusted him to know what to tell.

Instead, he asked, “do you want me to?”

Jungkook chewed on the inside of his lip again, then nodded.

“Okay,” Taehyung said. He pulled the lower half of the banana from Jungkook’s lax grasp, then reached past him to grab the cap. He put it together, strolling out of Jimin’s room like nothing had just happened. “If Jimin asks, I’m borrowing this back.” He sent a wicked grin over his shoulder. “He knows where to find it.”

Jungkook opened his mouth, and the words sort of just—tumbled out.

“What if I want to find it?”

Taehyung paused. He was still holding the fucking banana dildo, and Jungkook wasn’t sure how to make peace with the fact that he found it very hot, then accepted it because, well, Taehyung fingers around that banana came with the image of him fucking himself, or Jimin, with it, and yeah, that was very hot, no matter what fruit it was.

Jungkook was so absorbed by his dilemma over Taehyung holding the banana dildo, he nearly forgot what he’d just blurted out, until Taehyung said, “I’ll leave it out for you, baby.”

Then he was gone, and Jungkook was alone in Jimin’s room.

He resisted the urge to check on the apple that had been sitting on Jimin’s desk for signs of being a sex toy, not sure he could handle another round of what had just happened.

Yet.

 

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Later that night, Jungkook was falling asleep with Inception playing on his phone, when the device buzzed, a text message flashing across the screen.

 

jimin:

hey kookie can i come in?

 

Jungkook was suddenly wide awake, so much so that he jerked into a sitting position, then immediately laid back down so he didn’t look like an absolute freak when Jimin walked in.

 

jungkook:

sure

 

Then, he quickly opened up his group chat with Yoongi and Namjoon and sent a brief message.

 

jungkook:

WHAT THE FUCK IS HPAPENIGN

 

The door opened wider, then there was a figure tip toeing across the floor and sliding into the bed beside Jungkook. It smelled like peaches, and Jimin.

“Hey,” Jungkook said as Jimin smiled up at him, pillowing his head on one arm.

“Hi,” Jimin said back. He twisted around, so his back was to Jungkook’s front and he could see the phone screen too. “What are you watching? Ohh, is this Inception?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, allowing himself a moment to burrow his nose into Jimin’s back. “It’s a good film.”

“It is good,” Jimin hummed. He settled more comfortably against Jungkook, and was quiet for a little. It wasn’t abnormal anymore for Jimin to slip into Jungkook’s room (although that text asking permission was) even in the short time they’d been living together. He tended to do so more with Taehyung, but him joining Jungkook had become a normal occurence too.

Jungkook loved it. He didn’t mind sharing his small bed with Jimin. Didn’t mind that Jimin liked to press his body close.

After a few minutes, though, Jimin shifted, rolling onto his back so he could look at Jungkook more easily. “Taehyung told me you found the banana.”

Jungkook groaned, shoving his face into the pillow beside Jimin, who giggled. “Jungkook, no, c’mon—you can look at me, it’s cute—”

“It’s what?” Jungkook said, insulted, as he pushed himself back up. Jimin was smiling up at him. “It’s not—I’m not—”

“It is,” Jimin hummed, cupping the side of Jungkook’s face with his palm. “And you are. Extremely.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said. His hand came down on Jimin’s hip, and Jimin’s tail swung over the side of the bed as he looked up at Jungkook quietly, still smiling.

“Yeah, Kookie?” Jimin hummed. He dragged one foot towards him, bending a leg at the knee a little. “Tae showed you how to use it, right? Do you want to?”

Jungkook was glad for the night cover, hiding his blush, although if he could make out the coquettish gleam in Jimin’s eyes, he was sure Jimin could see the borderline panic and full-blown arousal in his. Great.

“Kind of,” Jungkook said, voice coming out in a breath. Jimin pushed himself up on his elbows a bit, bringing their faces closer.

“Y’know,” Jimin hummed, “Taehyung and I—we’re really not dating.”

Jungkook blinked. “You said that. Already. Before.”

“But I think you know we’re fucking,” Jimin said. He licked his lips, tail curling around Jungkook’s arm. His ears twitched. “I can hear, you know. Not incredibly well, but better than you. I heard you outside, the other day. When you asked if we wanted you to get groceries. You were outside the apartment.”

Jungkook resisted the urge to bury his face in the pillow again. “You heard me, and you didn’t say anything?”

“Neither did you,” Jimin said, narrowing his eyes a little. Then, his ears twisted, and his expression turned sheepish. “I was also embarrassed. I didn’t want you to feel—betrayed or…or whatever.”

“How’s that?” Jungkook said.

“Because we were having sex, and not telling you,” Jimin said.

Jungkook swallowed. “Yeah. Why didn’t you?”

Jimin’s ears actually lowered, flattening in his dark hair. His voice was soft. “Didn’t want to scare you away.”

Jungkook touched one ear, coaxing it back upright. “You…kind of did the opposite.”

Jimin laughed a little. “Yeah, well. I figured that out, when Taehyung told me about—the banana.” He looked at Jungkook. “You wanted him to tell me.”

Jungkook couldn’t really find it in him to be ashamed. Not now. “Yeah, I did.” He squeezed Jimin’s hip again, a little nervous. “Does Tae know? That I know?”

Jimin nodded slowly. “I told him, when he told me. About the banana. And we think, um. Well, we’re glad you weren’t scared off. Really glad.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook mumbled. He felt like something was weighing, heavy on the tip of his tongue. But the words weren’t forming.

Jimin’s eyes were darting over Jungkook’s face. “Baby boy,” he said softly, sitting up. Jungkook let his hand slip off his hip as he stood. “We could be really good together, don’t you think?”

Jungkook throat felt thick, and it was hard to swallow. His voice came out throaty. “Good?”

Jimin nodded, leaning down to kiss the top of Jungkook’s head before he turned to leave. “I think so. If you’re ready. You just come tell us.”

Jungkook stared at his retreating back. “Ready for what?”

Jimin shrugged one shoulder, twisting his tail around his wrist as he paused in the doorway. “That’s up to you.”

 

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jungkook:

some shit happened

 

namjoon:

oh god

 

jungkook:

taehyung walked in on me looking at jimin’s dildo that was disguised as a banana and he showed me how to use it then told jimin i was looking and expressed interest in also using it (apparently it’s taehyung’s and he’s sharing) and jimin told me he and tae arent dating and they didn’t tell me so they wouldn’t scare me off i said i liked them both and it didnt and he just said WE’D BE GOOD TOGETHER COME TO US WHEN UR READY (good does that mean a good fuck or????) and i said FOR WHAT and he said UP TO ME?!!

 

yoongi:

you guys are sharing a dildo?? that’s fucking disgusting

 

namjoon:

you should really wash it thoroughly in very hot water

 

yoongi:

did you say banana dildo? good fucking lord

 

jungkook:

these are not the points i wanted you to focus on

 

yoongi:

why were you looking at jimin’s dildo in the first place

 

jungkook:

NOT THAT EITHER

HOW DO I ANSWER JIMIN’S QUESTION

WHAT DO I WANT

 

namjoon:

ok well. do you want to fuck them?

 

jungkook:

yes

 

namjoon:

do you have feelings for them

 

jungkook:

define feelings

i want to cuddle them in the mornings and fuck them at night and eat jimin’s pancakes even when he burns them and recite lines with tae even though i have no idea what half of those fancy plays mean

 

yoongi:

ohhhhhh

 

namjoon:

oh

 

jungkook:

what

 

yoongi:

those are feelings

i think you have them

 

namjoon:

you should tell them that

both of them

because if they’re just in it for the sex

and you have feelings

it could get messy

 

jungkook:

you make feelings sound like some kind of disease

 

yoongi:

lol well…

 

namjoon:

yoongi please

it’s not jungkook

you just gotta get them both in a room and tell them about your feelings and what you want because of them, and if you cant both meet in the middle somewhere, maybe you’re better off as friends

 

jungkook:

that sounds like the worst conversation i could ever have

it IS a disease

can’t i just fuck them and see what happens

 

namjoon:

talk to them.

 

yoongi:

it’s not easy but you’ll feel better afterwards

probably

 

Jungkook stared at his phone, then at the clock. Jimin had headed out of his room about—fifteen minutes ago. It wasn’t quite midnight yet, although he knew they all had relatively early classes the next day—

But Jungkook couldn’t wait that long.

Jungkook didn’t bother with Jimin’s room, just crossed the short distance to Taehyung’s, knocking once before letting himself in.

He saw Jimin first, pushing himself up from where he’d been laying across Taehyung’s back. Taehyung turned too, squinting against the darkness.

“‘Kook?” he said, voice raspy. “Hey—everything okay?”

Jungkook walked up to the edge of the bed and stopped. “I like you,” he said. Just like that. He looked at Taehyung, then Jimin. “I like you both.”

Jimin crawled out from under the covers, settling on the bed between Taehyung and Jungkook. His expression was soft. “Yeah? You just got—overcome and came to tell us?” he was teasing, not unkindly, although he clearly didn’t realize yet that Jungkook was trying to do something here. Taehyung was quiet, expression calm. Jungkook swallowed.

“I kinda was,” Jungkook said. “Actually, that’s exactly what happened. Jimin, you came in and—well, I guess he told you—” Jungkook said, and Jimin’s ears twitched back towards Taehyung when Taehyung made a soft noise of agreement. “I know you both know I know you’re fucking, and want to fuck me, right? And I—” he took a deep breath, looking down at the edge of the bed before back up into their expectant faces. “I want that too, but I also like you.”

Jimin’s response was slow, careful. “Like…you want to date?”

Jungkook flapped his hands. “I don’t—know? No? But I also…” He squirmed. Jimin didn’t look disgusted by the thought, which he supposed was a good start, but Taehyung’s expression was unreadable, and Jungkook was suddenly wondering why the fuck he’d let Yoongi and Namjoon talk him into doing this. What was he doing? They were roommates.

He could almost hear Namjoon’s voice saying that’s why you need to talk about this.

“What?” Taehyung said. His voice was low, but gentle.

“I don’t want to make it weird, since we live together and if it is, I’ll—I’ll move out, if you want me to?” Jungkook really hoped they didn’t, hoped his face wasn’t scrunching up. “But I—don’t want you bringing home other people to fuck,” Jungkook said in a rush. “I don’t want—socks on the doors.”

Jimin pawed at the blanket a little. “You’re the one that brought that up.”

“I was trying to see if you—wanted to,” Jungkook groaned. “And also if you two were secretly in love with each other, because I…”

He trailed off, because it was impossible to miss the expression that flickered across Taehyung’s face at Jungkook’s words, the flash of something deep and tender when he glanced Jimin’s way.

Jimin’s ears even flipped back towards Taehyung, but he didn’t move.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, raising his eyebrows. He stepped back. “Are you? You are.”

“Wait, stay,” Jimin whispered, reaching forward and grabbing Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook didn’t make to move away, but he looked between them cautiously. “Look, I met you like, two months ago, I can get over it if I need to,” he said, hating the words as they left his mouth, but, “I don’t want to get in the way of—you two.”

“Kook, baby, you’re not,” Jimin said earnestly, urging Jungkook closer. He relented, lowering his knees to the bed. Jimin smiled at him. His eyes were bright, almost like he was near tears, but his expression was so gentle. “We—Taehyung and I know we love each other. Even if we don’t date, conventionally.” Jimin made a small face, twirling his tail around his hands. Taehyung wasn’t speaking, just watching quietly. Jimin breathed in and continued, “but we understand each other, and us loving each other? It’s not a secret.” His smile softened, and he looked at Taehyung, who smiled down at his own knees. “We’re soulmates.”

Jungkook’s hand felt hot in Jimin’s. “You are,” he said quietly. “But I’m—not.”

“Maybe not,” Jimin said, “But listen. Are you listening?”

Jungkook nodded, heart thumping hard in his chest.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispered, leaning forward. “We like you a lot. So much. I mean, I—” Jimin shook his head, laughing weakly as he looked down. “Maybe I love too easy, but I love you.” He was looking right at Jungkook now. “I love you very much.”

“And y’know,” Taehyung said, finally speaking up. His voice was low, a murmur, but carried to Jungkook clear. “It’s not like space is just made up of just the sun and the moon.” He crawled forward a little too, ran his thumb under Jungkook’s bottom lip. “Right? What about the stars?”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, that’s such a film-y thing to say,” Jimin whispered, then jerked to attention when he saw Jungkook was pressing his fingers to his eyes. “Oh my god. Are you crying? Jungkook.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook groaned, even if he possibly was. Taehyung was going to break hearts when he eventually made it to the silver screen. “Fuck.”

“Oh, you’re such a baby,” Jimin hummed, voice swelling with adoration as he hugged Jungkook to him. “Oh, our baby, you’re so sweet.”

“Hey,” Taehyung said. Fingers gentle under Jungkook’s chin, like they’d been when they had first met. Jungkook looked up at him, and thought, bed tousled and sleepy eyed, he was even more beautiful than he’d been then. “Listen,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said back, just as soft.

Taehyung’s lips curved. “I love you, too.”

Jungkook curled in on himself a bit, hunching his shoulders up in an effort to hide his blushing cheeks, but Taehyung laughed, wrenching him closer until Jungkook was splayed on top of him. Jimin, humming in a pleased way, climbed up on top of Jungkook’s back.

“I love you guys too,” Jungkook whispered. “I don’t, I really don’t want to mess up anything, it’s why I didn’t say anything, even after I figured it out, that you were…you know.” Jungkook pressed his face into Taehyung’s chest. “Am I messing it up?”

“No, baby boy, you’re not,” Jimin said. He kissed the back of Jungkook’s neck, and Jungkook shivered.

“Love doesn’t have to be between just two people,” Taehyung said quietly. “If you’re open about it. To it. And you like us both and we—we both like you, too.”

“I do,” Jungkook said, squeezing Taehyung, swallowing hard when he felt Jimin’s fingers trail gently through the hair at the nape of his neck. “And you like me too?”

“Yes,” Taehyung said firmly.

Jungkook kept squeezing. “And you don’t—don’t want to fuck other people, too?”

“I think you think we have sex more often than we do,” Jimin said with a soft laugh.

“And even if we did,” Taehyung said gently. “If you don’t want us to, I don’t want to either.”

“Taehyung's right,” Jimin said, while Taehyung ran a hand gently up and down Jungkook’s arm. “And if you don’t want us to kiss other people, even, I don’t want to either.”

“I’m not…sure,” Jungkook said honestly. “This is new. It’s new.”

“That’s okay,” Taehyung murmured. “We’ll go slow.”

Jungkook felt muscles he hadn’t realized had been coiled, loosen, and he felt a bit like he was melting between them, absorbing all of Jimin’s warmth, sinking into Taehyung’s body,.

“I might start purring,” Jimin said after a few minutes of them just laying there, basking in each other.

“Do it,” Taehyung said.

“I can’t just do it on command.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed. “You can do plenty of other stuff on command. Can’t wait to show Jungkook properly.”

Jimin laughed lowly. “We could show him right now.”

Jungkook scrambled up, upsetting Jimin’s position on his back. He shot them both a sheepish look.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m just – I – uh—”

Jimin blinked, ears canting down. “Oh, I’m—did you—sorry, I thought you wanted to have sex but we don’t have to—”

“I do,” Jungkook insisted. “Fuck, I do, just not—not right now,” he said, flushing. “This is sort of—a lot? I’ve never, um, I’ve never…with two people.”

Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other, and Jungkook wanted to die. “Of course you two have,” he said.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Taehyung said, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Just that, when you decide you’re ready, we know how to take care of you.”

“I can—take care of you,” Jungkook said, bringing a smile to Jimin’s lips. “I’m not—I know what I’m doing.”

Jimin swallowed his giggle. “We’re getting off topic.” He looked back at Taehyung. “We should talk about this seriously, since we live together. And we want to be together, and keep living together.”

Taehyung nodded, and Jungkook rubbed his cheeks. Together. “Yeah, I. I do. I want to have sex. I’ll just — I’ll let you know when.” He looked at Jimin, then Taehyung. “Is that—?”

Yes,” Jimin said firmly, eyes wide. “You don’t even have to ask. I should have. God, Jungkook – take as long as you need.”

Jungkook flushed, looking down at his hands. He peeked back up at them. “Can I ask…why don’t you date? Why do you tell people you’re not dating?”

Jimin shrugged, patting Taehyung’s hip absentmindedly. “Because we liked it that way. We liked having the freedom to fool around, without having to explain oh yeah he’s my boyfriend but he’s not cheating because blah blah blah. The secrecy was a little hot sometimes too,” he added, almost shy. “So we just did our thing, and we fucked around when we wanted to and.. it never bothered me, or him. We always went home together.” Jimin shrugged. “Even if someone else was there sometimes, we were always together.”

“And honestly,” Taehyung said. “There hasn’t been someone else, seriously, in…months. Since the middle of last year, maybe.” Taehyung curled his arms around his knees, propping his chin on them as he looked at Jungkook. “Dating also had such a…construct. We met when we were eighteen, and didn’t want to fit to that. But now, I mean…” he looked at Jimin, who nodded. “If you want to call it dating, we can. You’re not just a cute boy at a club, and we love you. So we won’t fuck anyone else, and it’s not a problem.”

“It’s true,” Jimin said. He squeezed Jungkook’s hand, and Taehyung took the other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered. “You two are perfect, you know that?”

“That’s just because you love us,” Jimin teased. He nudged Jungkook back towards Taehyung. “You wanna lay down? We’ll just sleep. We’ll go at your pace, baby. No pressure.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jungkook said, feeling so distressingly at ease he didn’t know what else to do, but lay back down on top of Taehyung and sigh when Jimin pressed himself close again.

“Hey,” Jungkook said after a few moments of quiet. “Um. You guys can still. Should still—have sex.”

He thought he felt Taehyung laugh, but he sounded normal when he said, “really? We don’t have to.”

“No, do,” Jungkook said, and he flushed. “I mean, if you want to. I want you to. I never really minded that you guys were fucking. Just that I couldn’t ever, um…be part of it.”

“Really?” Jimin giggled. “That’s cute. And a little horny.”

“You guys are the ones fucking all the time.”

“You only saw us once,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook hid his sheepish grin into Taehyung’s shirt. God, he loved them. “About that…”

 

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jungkook:

i talked to them

i am coming over tomorrow

we are going out and drinking and celebrating

and then you can tell me how to have a threesome

 

yoongi:

what makes you think we know anything about that

 

jungkook:

sorry, should have said foursome

seokjin and hoseok have big mouths

 

namjoon:

goddammit

 

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Jungkook ended up spending Friday night out with his friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, and Seokjin and Hoseok. He had to catch Seokjin and Hoseok up a little, fill in the gaps that Namjoon and Yoongi had left out because they were terrible gossips, but the night ended in them squealing about how he had landed not one but two gorgeous boyfriends.

“Don’t call us that,” Jungkook said, hiccupping down into his glass. “I mean, you can, but we’re not dating we’re just—fucking with feelings. Or, we will be.”

“And not fucking anyone else,” Hoseok said. “And you love each other.”

“God, to be young and in love,” Seokjin sighed dramatically. “Where it’s all about the dick. Two, if you’re Jungkook.”

“It’s not!” Jungkook said, a little shrilly, but he was a few drinks in. “I haven’t even seen their dicks, well, maybe a little glimpse—but I like them. Jimin is nice, and smart, and Taehyung is sexy, and sweet, and—”

All fucking four of his hyungs showered him in a chorus of awww’s and Jungkook decided he’d drink more and talk less for the rest of the night. Although, about three drinks later, he did pepper the four of them with questions about the dynamics of multiple people during sex. Yoongi looked pained, and Hoseok kept giggling, but Seokjin and Namjoon offered him advice where they could.

“Don’t feel like you have to be touching everyone all the time,” Namjoon said.

“When you feel a tongue on you and you’re not sure whose it is, just embrace it,” Seokjin put in.

“And don’t hype it up,” Namjoon said. “Really – you all care about each other, so it’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t know how to feel about the images of Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin fucking that are popping up in my head,” Yoongi groaned, putting his face in his hands. Hoseok snorted into his drink.

Jungkook was happy, and felt happier as the night went on. Jungkook managed to coax Yoongi out onto the dance floor while Namjoon watched fondly, Hoseok getting steadily more and more touchy towards Seokjin as the drinks increased and other people started looking at Seokjin with interest, as always tended to happen. Even the texts from Taehyung and Jimin were making Jungkook feel giddy. Well, especially them.

 

jimin:

you looked so cute tonight when you left baby i MISS YOU

 

taehyung:

send us a selca :(

 

jungkook:

aslakdjak it’s only been a few hours

miss you too

here

 

jimin:

i’m really in love

 

jungkook:

your turn :<

 

taehyung:

 

jungkook:

oh

you’re so beautiful

i’m sad

 

jimin:

don’t be

 

jungkook:

i’m not i'm very happy

seokjin keeps calling u my boyfriends

 

taehyung:

aren’t we?

 

jungkook:

oh god

yes?

lakjsfdklad??

 

jimin:

hehe

 

taehyung:

cute

 

When it was time to leave, Seokjin and Hoseok encouraged Jungkook to live his best double dick life life before they left for the night. Jungkook whined enough that Yoongi and Namjoon agreed to split a cab with him, even if it was a little of out their way. Jungkook didn’t care what Yoongi said, he had a feeling they wanted to see him home safe no matter the distance.

“You’re insufferable, and I wish Taehyung and Jimin luck,” Yoongi said while Jungkook mussed up his hair.

“I need luck with them,” Jungkook said, throwing his arms out dramatically and smacking a hand against the cab window. “They’re so much! So much. God. They’re so great, you know?”

“Mm,” Yoongi said.

“And they’re so hot and cute—just look at them,” Jungkook said, shoving his phone into Namjoon’s face, then Yoongi’s.

“You’re lock screen is a photo of you three? That’s so gay.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook said happily. He sighed, sinking back into his seat, closing his eyes, then opening them when things started to spin a bit. “Hm. I like them a lot,” he mumbled. He rested his cheek on Namjoon’s shoulder, and Namjoon just pat him reassuringly on the leg.

“Y’know,” Namjoon said to him when they were about five minutes from Jungkook’s. “I’m proud of you, for talking to them and not just—hooking up.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook said, sitting up a little straighter. He felt pretty proud of himself, too.

“Y’know something else,” Namjoon said, and Jungkook hummed. “There’s nothing wrong with—having sex. As long as you’re ready. You don’t have to wait, just for the sake of waiting.”

Jungkook pressed his flushed cheek to the cool window. “I was a little nervous about the three-people thing. But talking to you guys tonight actually helped. Like, if they care about me—which they do—it’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, Jungkook,” Namjoon said gently. “It will be.”

“And if it’s not,” Yoongi said, and he waved away Namjoon’s warning look. “Lemme finish. They’re good guys, and I’m sure it’ll be okay, too. But if it’s not, I know we give you shit, but you’re always welcome at our place, Jungkook-ah.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, feeling teary.

“Don’t you dare,” Yoongi said with finality, collapsing back against the seat and accepting the hand Namjoon offered him with a small smile.

When they pulled up to the apartment, Jungkook realized he might be faced with an awake Jimin and Taehyung, and, in his alcohol addled mind, he made a sad attempt to make himself presentable, although Yoongi assured him it was a lost cause. His makeup was smudged, his lips were stained pink from his drink, and his hair was a sweaty mess.

There was a sharp, fruity flavor on the back of his tongue, tasting sort of like whatever concoction he’d sweet talked Namjoon into buying for him towards the end of the night. It had been good, just strong enough to bring him a little bit past the cut-off point.

He assured them he could climb the stairs to his place, he could, he wasn’t that drunk, but that he’d text them when he got to his floor.

“Don’t text and climb the stairs, though,” Namjoon told him earnestly from the backseat of the cab. “Just wait till you’re in your apartment.”

“For god’s sake, Joon,” Yoongi grumbled. “Jungkook, just text us in the morning. C’mon, I’m tipsy and I want a cock in my—”

“Okay!” Namjoon shouted, smacking the back of the passenger seat and encouraging the driver to continue on. “Okay, bye Jungkook!”

The climb upstairs was only slightly difficult, and Jungkook didn’t even fumble with the door as he unlocked it and pushed it open.

He tried to give his eyes a moment to adjust to the change in lighting, the interior of the apartment much less lit than the hallway behind him. He shuffled forward, grateful for the glow of the movie Jimin and Taehyung were watching illuminating the room, then sucked his lower lip into his mouth, because—because they were watching a movie, yeah, but he didn’t think that’s all that was happening.

Jungkook could see the way their forms, covered by one of Jimin’s big, fuzzy blankets, shifted, the way Jimin’s head rolled a little and a small sound pushed past his lips. A moan, and that was Taehyung’s plump upper lip, mouthing at Jimin’s jaw.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, and Jimin’s ears twitched in Jungkook’s direction right before he straightened, nudging Taehyung as he turned around, except Taehyung had already been looking at Jungkook.

“Hey,” Taehyung said quietly. Maybe he was drunk, imagining things, maybe—

No. Jimin was biting down on his lip now, and his hips under the blanket moved again.

“Hey,” Jungkook said. He stopped walking. He looked right back at them.

Jimin twisted a little more. His eyes were gleaming, although that could have just been the television. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm, yeah,” Jungkook said. He wasn’t even trying to hide the way he was looking at their bodies under the blanket, didn’t look away when they shifted again underneath it.

Taehyung’s eyes darted down to Jungkook’s pink lips. “Kiss any strangers?”

“I,” Jungkook mumbled, feeling hot under Jimin and Taehyung’s heavy gaze. They didn’t look angry, looked more intrigued, and Jungkook felt something hot lick through him, thought maybe, with time, they would explore that a little more later. “No, I just had—a lot of strawberry daiquiris,” he said, blushing pink.

“That’s so cute,” Jimin said, then hiccupped a gasp, the blanket shifting a little further down his body. He whined, pressed harder against Taehyung, eyes glassy.

Jungkook’s tongue felt stuck to the roof of his mouth. He could do it. He could walk over there. He could take the blanket off right now. And then what would they do?

Jungkook shifted on the ball of one foot, and both Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes on him were tangible, a hot lick of fire grazing over all his exposed skin.

He wanted to. And he wasn’t mad that they were.

“You wanna join us?” Taehyung asked.

But Jungkook was drunk.

He glanced to his bedroom. “I’m gonna go sleep.” Yes, smart. Namjoon would be proud of him.

“Okay,” Taehyung said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Want us to bring you some water?”

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from laughing, just a small sound. Taehyung’s smile was fond when Jungkook shook his head, padding towards his room as he responded, “No m’fine. Just stay where you are.”

And he meant that. If Taehyung was really jerking Jimin off under the blanket, or fucking him, he wanted Jimin to stay there till Taehyung made him come, thought there might be a chance Jungkook could hear it from his room, if it was loud enough. He didn’t want Jimin to move. He was okay with him staying with where he was, pressed close to Taehyung.

He kind of wanted to hear any ensuing noises, but the moment Jungkook’s head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

 

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The next morning, Jungkook woke up to a quiet apartment.

It took him a moment to gather his surroundings. A quick look around the place made him think he was alone, and he verified this when he got out of the shower, peeking into Taehyung and Jimin’s room sipping from a glass of water. Both empty.

His phone went off just as he was closing the door to Jimin’s room. 

 

jimin:                                                               

good morning jungkookiee

 

taehyung:

jimin is here too yay

 

jungkook:

i’m here

 

jimin:

perfect

just wanted to remind you to eat and drink water

you were really drunk last night

 

jungkook:

yeah

when i came home

was taehyung fucking you under the blanket?

 

taehyung:

yeah i was

is that okay?

 

jungkook:

yes

of course

that’s not why i asked

 

taehyung:

then why did you ask?

wanted to know for sure if i was pushing my cock into jimin?

in his tight little hole?

wanted to imagine it?

 

jungkook:

yeah shit

yeah i did

i’m really bad at sexting but god that’s really fucking hot

 

taehyung:

hahahahaha oh my god

 

jimin:

you’re so cute

we’re gonna have to be so gentle with you aren’t we

baby boy

i’ll be home late tonight :( dance and studying

 

taehyung:

i’ll be home late too but tomorrow let’s do something?

we will be gentle with you

 

jungkook:

hm :<

 

Jungkook had done some thinking, between last night and today. He thought about how much he’d wanted to join Jimin and Taehyung on the couch the night before, and commended himself for waiting until he was sober.

Which he was now. And the feeling of i would like to fuck was in full force, and Jungkook thought, yes, waiting had been good at the time, but he was ready now.

He had an idea, and he had a feeling Taehyung and Jimin would appreciate it. And maybe think a little less about this “gentle” business.

 

jungkook:

hey

how do you take photos of yourself fucking yourself with a dildo

do you have like

a selfie stick?

could i send you a test shot and you tell me real quick if it looks good

 

yoongi:

STOP

STOP STOP STOP

JUNGKOOK I SWEAR TO GOD

aren’t you a professional fucking photographer why do you have to bug us with THIS

 

namjoon:

try using the timer on your phone

 

jungkook:

I’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE

i know you’ve seen me humping out a lot of pent up horniness on your / my couch but IT WAS MOSTLY HUMPING

and those two times it was sex

but i’ve never sent nudes ok i’m new at this

the timer was a great idea namjoon thank you

 

yoongi:

please don’t tell me you’re using the banana dildo

 

jungkook:

[image sent]

WAIT NO IAKLSJFDAKL I MEANT TO SEND THAT TO TAE AND JIMIN

I REALLY DIDN’T MEAN TO

I REALLY

DIDN’T MEAN TO

OH

is it sexy

 

[yoongi has left the chat]

 

namjoon:

sigh

yes

 

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Jungkook ended up chickening out after erroneously sending photos of his ass stuffed full of what looked like a banana to Yoongi and Namjoon, spending twenty minutes looking at the photo instead and contemplating his best angles, and what he could do better with a professional camera.

He did wash the banana dildo and leave it smack dab in the middle of the couch before heading to bed. It might not be provocative pictures but he had a feeling it would get some sort of message across. He’d pulled it from Taehyung’s room, after all.

So when Jungkook emerged shirtless from his shower the next morning to the sight of Taehyung opening his bedroom door just across the hall, he faltered for a second. Taehyung was already dressed for the day, wearing a flowery, long sleeved shirt all nicely tucked into dark blue jeans. He wondered if Taehyung had seen the banana dildo when he’d come home, if he and Jimin had both seen it, if they’d fucked last night while Jungkook was sleeping, talking about using it on Jungkook, and was that a little gleam in Taehyung’s eyes?

Maybe it was just early and maybe Jungkook was overthinking things because Taehyung was just smiling at Jungkook like normal, looking lovely as he always did.

“Hey!” Taehyung said as Jungkook blinked at him. “So, we want to go on a date. To the market at uni. Can you come?”

“Oh, uh,” Jungkook said, slightly taken aback at the early start, and the word date. Oh shit. This was really happening. “I’d need a second to—to get ready?”

“’Kay,” Taehyung said, sweeping past Jungkook and groaning. “It’s like a sauna in here, you like the water so hot, Jungkook.”

“Good for your pores,” Jungkook said, because he thought he’d read that online somewhere, although Taehyung didn’t need any help with his pores.

Jungkook closed the door to his bedroom and hurried to his closet to grab some clothes. He decided on something simple, jeans and a T-shirt, walking out of the bedroom and past Taehyung humming to himself in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth.

A quick glance towards the couch revealed it was empty of any bananas, but Jimin didn’t say anything as Jungkook approached their tiny kitchen table, just smiled at Jungkook as he settled into the seat across from Jimin, eating an avocado and eggs. He looked nice, cozy even, wearing a yellow sweater and whitewashed jeans.

Jimin chewed on his lower lip as he looked at Jungkook, then back down at his plate.

Jungkook tapped his foot against the floor. He was feeling a little nervous. Not bad, but nervous. And also underdressed. How were Jimin and Taehyung both so good at dressing themselves, meanwhile Jungkook looked like he’d just rolled out of bed?

“Maybe I should change,” Jungkook said, and that seemed to break whatever weird tension had settled, because Jimin giggled, shaking his head and gesturing for Jungkook to stay put.

“You look good,” Jimin said, tail swishing behind him. He offered Jungkook a bite of his food, which Jungkook accepted. “You’re—you’re coming today, right? To the market?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. “Taehyung said it was a date.” He looked down at his fingers

“Yes,” Jimin said earnestly. His ears twitched up and down on his head, and he blushed. “A market date.”  

Jungkook glanced back up. “They’ve got like, neat cheeses and stuff there. I walked through some before.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jimin chuckled, relaxing in his seat. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at Jungkook. “They’ve got veggies for cheap. Fruits, too. Tae loves the strawberries.”

“He would,” Jungkook said without thinking.

Jimin took another bite, brow furrowing. “What do you mean, he would?”

“I mean, he, uh,” Jungkook said. “He kinda—haven’t you noticed—he smells like strawberries?”

Jimin stared at him for a beat.

“He does,” Jimin said after another moment. His laugh pushed out through his nose, and he smiled down at his plate. “I thought I was the only one who—ah, nevermind.” Jimin blushed pinker, biting down on his lip as he smiled.

“It’s this strawberry lotion I use,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook whirled to look at him, feeling like he’d been caught doing something, although—he hadn’t been.

“You ready?” Jimin said, standing with his plate.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, feeling slightly less ready than he had a few seconds prior, but then Jungkook felt familiar fingers brush under his chin, and Taehyung was smiling down at him.

“C’mon,” he said. “It’s gonna be wonderful.”

Jungkook felt his uncertainly dissipate. Just like that. 

 

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Namjoon and Seokjin had taken Jungkook to a few farmer’s markets since he started university (Yoongi and Hoseok usually took the time to bro out with each other while this happened). The ones that came to the university every month weren’t anything huge, but Jungkook liked looking at what was there. Fresh food, baked goods, a few stalls with some homemade clothing or arts and crafts, sometimes a stall with some fancy soy candles, another stall selling vintage art pieces. Taehyung lingered by those stalls, while Jimin had fun at the clothing stalls. Jungkook liked looking at the food, the raw, wrapped meats on ice a very tempting buy.

They spent a couple hours wandering, but ultimately only bought one bag each, Taehyung a basket of strawberries, Jungkook a few tomatoes, and Jimin, a bag of bananas twisted around his hand.

Jungkook blushed when Jimin bought them, and Jimin just winked.

When it came to flirting, Jungkook felt like Taehyung and Jimin were being more touchy, not just with each other, but with Jungkook, too. Jimin pressed closer than he needed to smell the candles Jungkook held out. Taehyung taste tested far too many strawberries than Jungkook thought was necessary, staining his fingertips and lips red-pink, and then spreading some of that onto Jungkook and Jimin’s mouth when he insisted on feeding them both in turn.

“It’s good,” Jimin said, pressing a kiss close to Taehyung’s mouth in thanks, then, almost like he were rethinking it, once more on his mouth. Taehyung was smiling when Jimin pulled back, and Jimin actually — burrowed into Jungkook’s side, shy.

And Jungkook remembered, while they’d known each other for a while, this whole being able to be so open about their relationship was new for Taehyung and Jimin too. He was happy, that they felt comfortable enough to do that. And realized how desperately he wanted to kiss them both, because even after everything, he hadn’t yet.  

“Do you mind if I kiss him like that?” Jimin said softly to Jungkook as they continued on. There was a bit of strawberry caught on his fat lower lip, and Jungkook couldn’t look away from it. He nodded, dumbly.

“Got something on your lip, Jiminie,” Taehyung said from Jungkook’s other side, his voice right in Jungkook’s ear. “Right there,” he added playfully, without raising his hand to offer any guidance.

“Hm?” Jimin said, looking at them. His gaze slid to Jungkook as he rubbed at the wrong corner with his finger. “Here?”

Jungkook stared at him, trying to fight back a smile. Was he serious?

“Help him, Kook,” Taehyung breathed.

Okay. They were serious.

Jungkook, trying to keep his expression in check, reached out to slowly thumb the pulped strawberry off Jimin’s mouth. Jimin’s mouth was soft, wet and sticky from the fruit juice. Jungkook didn’t want to stop touching it, him. He could feel Taehyung’s steady breath on the sensitive skin just behind his ear, could feel Jimin’s washing over his fingertips as he took his time rubbing along it.

Just when Jungkook thought he might be pushing it, might have been touching Jimin’s mouth for too long to be normal, Jimin got a wicked glint in his eye. It was Jungkook’s only warning before Jimin swiped his tongue over the pad of his retreating finger.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, and Jimin grinned, standing on his toes to press a kiss to the side of Jungkook’s face, a mirror of the first kiss he’d given Taehyung, ducking back before Jungkook could grab him and kiss him properly.

“Thank you,” Jimin called, striding ahead of them. His ears rotated a little as he looked at them over his shoulder, looking coy.

Jungkook tried to rein himself in.

 

[jungkook has added yoongi to the chat]

 

jungkook:

jimin and taehyung are hardcore physically flirting with me and i think it’s because i gave them the green light last night

by way of

banana dildo

btw i saw them having a sex again and decided i’m done with being celibate

 

yoongi:

again?!

what the fuck i think they have an exhibitionist streak

 

jungkook:

whatever i think it’s stupidly hot to fuck with the risk of someone seeing

 

namjoon:

that’s

nevermind

 

yoongi:

and before you say anything i’m ignoring your banana comment on purpose i honestly don’t want to know anymore than i already do

ive seen Enough

 

namjoon:

anyway

i think if you feel ready and you guys have talked and are comfortable you should absolutely fuck

 

jungkook:

okay so you don’t think im wearing rose glasses or making up the flirting in my head

 

namjoon:

give me an example of the flirting

 

jungkook:

jimin licked strawberry juice off my thumb

 

namjoon:

yes

they are flirting with you

 

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“I really think you should have gotten that catnip weed,” Jungkook said towards the end of their walk home from the market.

What?” Jimin laughed, pretending to swing his bag of bananas at Jungkook, his tail swaying. “That shit isn’t real.”

“Look,” Jungkook said earnestly as their building came into sight. “Hoseok bought some and he spent half the day trying to explain the color ‘orange’ to me. And the other half of the day giggling as he chased reflective lights around the apartment.”

“Uh huh, and I’m sure he got that shit from the uni farmer’s market,” Jimin snorted while Taehyung laughed.

“Okay, maybe he didn’t,” Jungkook admitted. He handed Taehyung his bag as they approached the side entrance. “But the real stuff is real.”

“Amazing,” Taehyung said, huffing as he hopped onto Jungkook’s back, wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s middle. Jimin rolled his eyes at them as he opened the door to the stairwell, gesturing for them to go in ahead.

“I can’t believe you carry him up seven flight of stairs,” Jimin said as Jungkook began to climb. “Every time you two come home from class Friday, and whenever you’re together otherwise.”

Taehyung laughed into Jungkook’s ear, and Jungkook squeezed his legs, swallowing his shiver at the puff of hot hair washing over his ear. “Baby boy likes it,” he said.

“Mm,” Jungkook replied. He could hear Jimin giggle behind him, and he steeled himself, securing his hold on Taehyung as he began to climb the steps. “It’s a good work out.”

“Uh huh,” Jimin said.

Jungkook didn’t know what he was supposed to do with that, so he just climbed as normal, letting himself sink a bit into how nice Taehyung smelled, how good Jimin, who had since passed them on the stairs, looked as he climbed ahead of them.

Maybe Jungkook let Jimin pass them on purpose.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Jimin said when they came to their apartment, Jungkook gently depositing Taehyung with a short puff of breath, smiling when Taehyung pressed a kiss to the top of his head as a thank you. “We hardly ever all get so much free time off, let’s take advantage, right?” 

“Yeah, I want to cuddle,” Taehyung said, hooking his fingers with Jungkook and dragging him to the couch. “Jimin, make us smoothies!”

“Okay, babies,” Jimin said, grabbing the bags from Taehyung and bringing everything to the kitchen. “You pick a movie. Nothing scary.”

They settled on one of the least-scary choices on the list, Finding Dory, which Jungkook had never seen, Taehyung had seen twice, and Jimin, six times.

“Six times, really?” Jungkook said as Jimin approached them balancing three strawberry banana smoothies in his arms.

“Zero times, really, ‘film major’?” Jimin said back as Taehyung jumped up to grab two of the big plastic cups from him. He settled back on Jungkook’s right side, while Jimin squished into the same cushion, on Jungkook’s left.

This wasn’t the first time they had watched a movie together, or cuddled, but since last night, things were definitely more charged.

It wasn’t in his head. There was something going on here, and he was finally smack dab in the middle of it. And he was ready.

“I might cry again,” Jimin whispered, hooking his legs over Jungkook’s as he curled around him. His tail followed suit, the tip laying delicately across his shins.

“I have the tissues,” Taehyung said, pointing at the tissue box on the ground before settling more deeply against the couch corner. “C’mere,” he said to them both, and tugged Jungkook, and by default, Jimin, closer to his side.

“I’m gonna spill this if you keep jostling me,” Jimin grumbled, fastening his lips around the straw. “I feel so domestic.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung hummed. His chin was propped on Jungkook’s shoulder, whose arm was wrapped around Jimin’s.

It was nice. It was innocent. It was normal.

So of course, Jungkook threw a wrench in that immediately.

“Did you guys see the banana?” he whispered.

Jimin whirled to look at him, and Taehyung muffled his laugh into the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“Hey, stop—” Jungkook tried not to laugh too, but when Jimin cracked a smile, he couldn’t help it, pressing his grin into the top of Jimin’s head, gasping as Jimin’s ears tickled his cheeks. “I just—I wanted to know—I—I…”

“You what?” Taehyung said into his neck. His breath was hot on his neck. “Did you have fun with it?”

“Mm—maybe,” Jungkook gasped, clutching Jimin a little tighter to him. “I left it out though because…” he tried to squish himself a little deeper between them. “Because I’m ready to…I’m ready for more.” He squirmed. “I want more.”

Jimin’s laughter subsided, and he straightened, pushing himself up until his face hovered in front of Jungkook’s.

“You want a kiss?” Jimin whispered. Jungkook felt Taehyung’s hands curl around his waist behind him. He breathed in sharply.

“Yeah?” he tried, then shook his head, trying to will the blush away, making a soft sound when he felt Taehyung’s mouth on his warm cheek. “Yeah,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I want one.”

“Just one?” Jimin teased.

Jungkook opened his eyes. “Two.”

“Baby boy,” Jimin cooed, tail curling around Jungkook’s wrist. He leaned forward, hesitating a breath away from Jungkook’s mouth. “Okay?” he checked.

Jungkook closed the distance for them in response.

Jimin’s mouth was cold, but sweet, like the smoothie he’d just made, which Jungkook dimly registered Taehyung taking from both their hands and putting—putting somewhere else. He’d figure it out in a minute.

Right now, he was kissing Jimin.

Jimin felt just like he looked, perfect, soft, and in control, lips sliding carefully over Jungkook’s, tail brushing further up his arm as he pressed a little harder against Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook felt sloppy, in comparison, but when he moved his lips eagerly against Jimin’s, Jimin responded with small noises in the back of this throat, high and pleased. Enough to make Jungkook’s blood warm pleasantly, then sharply, to a sudden boil when Jimin parted his a mouth against Jungkook’s. There was a brief moment, where the tips of their tongues flicked against each other, before Jimin pulled away.

Jungkook took a moment to open his eyes. When he did, he could see Jimin’s lips were shiny, his eyes even more so.

 “Hi, baby,” Jimin said, gently. “How was that?”

“Good,” Jungkook said, a little weakly. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, y’know. I’ve kissed people before.”

There was suddenly a mouth on his neck, dragging up, and when he turned to meet Taehyung, he was being kissed again. And not like he’d ever been kissed before.

He was already breathless, from Jimin, and Taehyung seemed to take it upon himself to finish the job, neatly sweeping Jungkook off his feet with firm puckers of his mouth against Jungkook’s, followed by quick little nips that he immediately soothed with sensual flicks of his tongue. He angled his head differently so he could push his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth, rub it over Jungkook’s.

Jungkook tried to take a breath, but Taehyung didn’t stop, and with Jimin curling deeply against his chest and Taehyung drinking up all of Jungkook’s noises, he felt like he was breathing them both in, drowning in them both.

Strangely, when Taehyung did break the kiss, Jungkook didn’t feel like he could breathe any easier.

“I’ve really,” Taehyung said quietly, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s temple, “really wanted to do that for a long time.”

Jimin reached up to touch Junkgook’s lip. “He has. He told me the night he met you, he wanted to kiss your cute little mouth.”

Jungkook flushed. “Was it—was it good?”

“So good,” Taehyung said. He hugged Jungkook tight to him, made a pleased humming noise. “You wanna watch the movie?”

Jungkook breathed out again, taking the smoothie glass Jimin offered back to him. Movie. Movie?

“What about more?” he said, unable to hide the petulance in his voice.

Jimin grinned. “Don’t worry. We’ll get there. But the movie, baby. You gotta watch. For the sake of your studies, you know?”

“Studies are important,” Taehyung said. “And this film teaches you a lot about fish.”

“I don’t care about fish. I’m studying film.”

“Then just watch it for a little,” Jimin hummed, and Jungkook thought they were so mean. Then Jimin kissed him again on the mouth, sweet and chaste. “Please?” he breathed, eyes big, ear tips twitching.

Okay. Movie.

Jungkook could do this.

 

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It was at the point in the movie where the big white whale was sending soundwaves out through the tunnels in the aquarium when the atmosphere began to—

Shift.

At first, Jungkook thought it might be an accident. There was a brief touch of something on his neck—soft—barely there, brushing, and by the time Jungkook realized it was Taehyung’s mouth, it was gone. Jungkook swallowed, thought, okay, that wasn’t on purpose. He focused on his fingers running over Jimin’s ear, curving over the soft fur, clinking the silver hoops pierced through it together.

Then his mouth was there again, except, it was damp, like Taehyung had wet his lips with his tongue before brushing them over Jungkook’s neck again, and that was not an accident.

Jungkook froze. In front of him, Jimin’s tail flicked around his hip.

It was slight, but impossible to ignore. Taehyung was very, very slowly, touching his mouth to Jungkook’s neck, barely-there kisses that had Jungkook’s heart skipping beats in his chest, made him stop, before he realized what he was doing, petting Jimin’s ears, fingers settling instead in the black strands between them. Pressing, then pulling, a little, as Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s skin more firmly.

Jungkook fidgeted, and Jimin’s tail thrashed a little more, the tip smacking against Jungkook’s thigh.

“What kind of whale is Bailey?” Taehyung murmured against Jungkook’s neck, and—and what? 

“Huh—who?” he said, embarrassed at how shaky his voice came out. Jimin tilted his head up to look at him, eyes darting over Jungkook’s face, then sliding over to Taehyung’s.

Jimin smiled when he turned back around, pressing himself harder against Jungkook, his knee curving up over Jungkook’s crotch and pushing just slightly. “Bailey,” Jimin hummed. “The whale that’s sending out those soundwaves?”

Jungkook made an unintelligible noise, because Taehyung was properly kissing him now, mouthing at the fleshiest part of his neck and laving his tongue firmly over the skin. Jungkook tried to swallow his next noise, hips rolling up into Jimin’s leg. “What?” he whispered, tilting his head to the side to give Taehyung more access, squeezing Jimin’s strands between his hair briefly. Jimin’s tail swished again, and he nuzzled deeper into Jungkook’s chest.

“What kind of whale is he?” Taehyung said against Jungkook’s jaw. “Weren’t you paying attention?”

“I wasn’t,” Jungkook said. He let go of Jimin’s hair, ran his hand down over his shoulder, tried to keep his touch light, not feverish, but everything felt heightened, tight. Taehyung was laughing quietly into Jungkook’s neck, Jimin was half in his lap, turning to peek up at them again, and Taehyung was then asking, very softly, “is this okay?” before Jungkook felt something inside him sort of snap.

He turned his head so quickly he was lucky they didn’t collide painfully, but Jungkook found Taehyung’s mouth almost immediately, huffing sharply through his nose when he felt Taehyung’s hand cup the side of his face and guide the angle of his head, deepen the kiss more.

Something heavy shifted and pressed on his crotch, and Jungkook broke away from Taehyung with a gasp, turning to see Jimin sliding his leg off of Jungkook’s quickly forming erection, replacing it with the heel of his palm.

“Easy,” Jimin breathed, ears upright.

Why,” Jungkook whined, rutting up into Jimin’s hand. “I’ve waited—I’ve waited—you guys have been driving me cruh—crazy,” he gasped when Taehyung bit on the lobe of his ears. His piercings clinked between Taehyung’s teeth. “Is it a whale shark?”

Jimin’s laughter was delighted, Taehyung’s dark, and Jungkook whined, wordlessly this time, because he knew he was wrong, and wasn’t even sure if a whale shark was a whale or a shark. He knew what a great whale kind of looked like, what a killer whale looked like but he didn’t know any other whales but it was all irrelevant anyway because he didn’t want to fucking talk about whales. Jimin was slowly rubbing up and down Jungkook’s erection, and Taehyung was sucking on his neck, but they weren’t making any moves to go further.

Please,” Jungkook said, bucking his hips up into Jimin’s hands, gasping when Taehyung found a grip on his waist and held him still.

“Mm-mm,” Taehyung hummed into his neck.

“Easy,” Jimin whispered again. He pressed down harder, then abruptly lifted his hand, grasping Jungkook’s chin and forcing him to focus on him. “Hey.”

Jungkook blinked, letting out a disappointed noise when Taehyung stopped sucking on his neck. “What are you doing? I want to fuck, that’s what leaving the banana out meant — please you’re driving me crazy.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, lips curved. “We’re trying to be responsible, like you, baby boy. We should talk first.”

Jungkook groaned, trying to tilt his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder, but Jimin didn’t let him. “We already talked.”

“You’re so impatient, for a patient guy,” Jimin tutted, shaking Jungkook’s head gently back and forth. “C’mon Kookie,” he said softly. “We just wanna know what you like. How you wanna do this?”

Jungkook licked his lips. “What do you mean?”

“So cute,” Taehyung murmured into his neck, then a little louder, “do you want me to fuck you? Want to fuck Jimin while I do?” He pressed a wet, lingering kiss right in front of Jungkook’s ear. “Want Jimin to fuck you?”

Jungkook’s stomach twisted, rolled, clenched. His dick throbbed, and he ached for Jimin’s hand back on it. Oh.

“Oh,” he said hoarsely.

Jimin’s black cat ears were facing forward, trained towards Jungkook and Taehyung, and there was a small smile on his face.

“Want to fuck my mouth?” Jimin said, too sweetly. “Or my ass? Maybe both. You can tell me which one you think is wetter.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said because fuck shit yeah that was a thing with hybrids. “God.”

“Maybe you wanna choke on my cock while you fuck Jimin with yours,” Taehyung said, pleasantly, like they were talking about one of their homework assignments.

“Or you just wanna watch Tae and me?” Jimin cooed, stroking a finger down the side of Jungkook’s face. “Properly, this time? Want to sit here while he fucks me against the wall? Jerk yourself off, then come all over our faces?”

“Fuck, stop,” Jungkook whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.”

“Stop?” Jimin said, leaning back a little.

“Don’t, don’t stop, I just—I want all of that—you guys are so hot. I want—all.” Jungkook could barely string a sentence together, with all the images racing through his head. He was so hard it was embarrassing.

Taehyung laughed again, and Jungkook could feel it rumble through his back, pressed up against Taehyung’s chest as it was. “You gotta pick one for now, baby boy.”

Jungkook licked his lip again, taking a moment to look at Jimin, who was watching him quietly, tail swishing in the air behind him. Then, he turned to look at Taehyung, gaze dipping down to see the obvious erection tenting his pants.

“I,” Jungkook said. His voice cracked, and he swallowed, resisting the urge to press his face into Taehyung’s neck. “I want Taehyung to fuck me,” he said, then turned to Jimin. “And I want to fuck Jimin. And any um—the other stuff is good too.”

“What other stuff?” Jimin hummed. “The face fucking?” He raised himself up, pressing his palms firmly against Jungkook’s chest as he leaned against him. “You wanna see Taehyung call me a little slut while he fucks my face?” He tilted his head close, kissed Jungkook deep and slow. When he pulled back, he whispered, “you wanna do that too, baby boy?”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Cute,” Jimin whispered. “You know something, Kook? I thought you were the cutest fucking thing from day one, too.” He was working at Jungkook’s pants now, finally, and Jungkook was equally as fascinated with that as well as what he was saying. “Walked in, this nasty scrape on your cheek, fixing your hair, so sweet and shy, and you couldn’t stop looking at my tail—”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook said, even though he had

“You did,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook blushed, because, right, of course Taehyung had seen. “You were staring at his pretty, perfect tail.”

“Sweet talker,” Jimin said with a grin aimed at Taehyung as his tail waved in the air over his head. He patted Jungkook’s hips, and Taehyung helped Jungkook lift them so they could pull off his pants, Jimin settling on the ground in between Jungkook’s knees as Taehyung pulled Jungkook fully into his lap.

“Did you think Jiminie was cute?” Taehyung asked, and holy shit Taehyung was hard too, pressing right into Jungkook’s ass. He felt a rush of satisfaction at that, had to resist the urge to wiggle purposefully down on Taehyung’s dick.

“Thought you were fucking pretty,” Jungkook said in a rush, hissing when Jimin ran his fingers down the cloth curved around Jungkook’s cock, Jungkook’s jeans in a pile beside him. “So fucking pretty. Thought,” Jungkook said, a little wildly because Taehyung had to know what Jungkook had thought of him too. “Thought you were a model, Tae, you’re both—both so—so gorgeous.”

“Relax,” Taehyung said gently into Jungkook’s hair. “We know. We’re both here. We’re not going anywhere.”

Jimin nodded, right before his fingers slipped through the hole in Jungkook’s boxers, dragging along the heated skin of his cock. This time, Jungkook did throw his head back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, moaning high when Taehyung flicked his tongue across his ear.

“Like that?” Jimin said. “Taehyung, can you see? Wanna see Jungkook’s cock, babe?”

Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s neck, barely lifted his mouth to say, “take it out, kitten, let me see you play with him.”

Jungkook’s gasp was embarrassing, scratchy and high pitched. For a moment, he was too mortified to watch as Jimin eased his boxers off, but when he felt Taehyung’s hand wrap around him, Jungkook couldn’t help but look.

And fuck, it was a nice sight. Better than he’d imagined. And he had imagined.

Taehyung’s fingers, slender and golden like honey, decorated with thin loops of silver rings, looked so good around Jungkook’s cock. The skin was flushed pink, and he could feel himself throb in Taehyung’s tight grip, saw a clear drop of pre-cum swell at his tip. Jungkook watched, transfixed, as Taehyung shifted his hand just so, tilting Jungkook’s cock up just as Jimin dipped down to suck the tip into his mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,” Jungkook breathed, arching against Taehyung, who steadied a hand on his hip, but didn’t try to stop him from squirming just yet. “Oh, oh fuck, huh—”

Jimin’s eyes were open, looking up at Jungkook as he swirled his tongue around the tip, pursed his lips around the swollen head. He suckled, popped it out of his mouth and let Taehyung rub the tip all over his lips before repeating the same motion.

“Mm, nng- ah, fuck,” Jungkook squeaked, trying to hold eye contact. He could hear blood rushing in his ears, probably on its way to flooding his cheeks, because god he felt hot, knew his cheeks were about to be blooming red. Meanwhile Jimin looked almost unaffected, lazy, eyes half-shutting and ears barely moving, and that was just really fucking hot.

Jungkook felt Jimin’s tail curl around his bare calf just as Taehyung pumped his fist up, slowly, stopping about halfway up, right where Jimin’s mouth was.

“Are you watching?” Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook’s ear again. When Jungkook nodded, mute, Taehyung kissed him over the ear again and pulled his fist back down.

And Jimin followed. He followed with his mouth after Taehyung lifted his hand from Jungkook’s cock, moving his hands to bracket Jungkook fully in his grip as Jimin sank all the way to the base and held himself there.

Jungkook swallowed his cry, trying to twist, hide his face in his shoulder but he couldn’t because Taehyung was there, and he didn’t really want to anyway, ended up letting his head fall the other way so Taehyung could suck more marks into his neck as Jimin deep throated Jungkook’s cock.

“Hold still for a second,” Taehyung hummed, and Jungkook only then realized he was straining his hips against Taehyung’s grip, trying to get more of the wet heat that was Jimin’s mouth. Jimin wasn’t even gagging, he was just kneeling on the floor, his tail now brushing the ground, watching Jungkook fall apart under him.

“It’s good,” Jungkook whispered, if that wasn’t obvious, and he tentatively reached out to run a hand through Jimin’s hair, gripping when Jimin pulled back far enough to bob his head in an encouraging nod before sinking right back down again. “It’s so good.”

“Jimin’s a little cockslut,” Taehyung said, fond and almost proud, like it was the highest compliment. And Jimin took it like one, eyelashes fluttering and a moan vibrating in the back of his throat, around Jungkook’s dick.

“He’s so good,” Jungkook said, squeezing the strands curled around his fingers. Jimin’s ears twitched, and he blinked up at Jungkook. “You’re so good.”

Jimin pulled off, slowly, not bothering to wipe away the string of spit as it broke between his lips and the tip of Jungkook’s cock. He came off from the ground, briefly straddling them both as he surged past Jungkook to kiss Taehyung open-mouthed.

Jungkook panted, half falling off of Taehyung’s lap in his scramble to watch them. They’d never kissed like this in front of him, and Jungkook—Jungkook could watch them kiss for hours. They were beautiful, Taehyung half grinning into Jimin’s mouth while Jimin licked behind his teeth, giggling one second when their noses bumped and moaning the next when Taehyung bit down on Jimin’s lower lip.

Then they stopped kissing and turned to look at him.

Jimin said, “I just wanted to give Taehyungie a little taste.”

“He can just,” Jungkook spoke, before he really realized what he was saying, “taste it himself.”

Taehyung and Jimin looked at him for a beat, then Taehyung grinned, tapping the side of Jimin’s thigh.

“Bedroom,” he said, not taking his eyes off Jungkook.

“Whose?” Jimin said, looking at Jungkook.

“Yours,” Jungkook said, just because the bed was bigger, and Jimin had fairy lights.

“C’mon,” Jimin murmured, standing properly now and guiding Jungkook to his feet. It was shaky, and he was naked from the waist down, but he only had to make it a short distance.

He felt Taehyung’s hand on his ass and had to tell his legs to not melt into the floor.

You come on,” Jungkook said tightly, and practically sprinted ahead of them to get into Jimin’s bed.

He could hear them giggling behind him, heard them kissing too, but Jungkook didn’t care other than the fact that he loved it. When he got into the room, Jungkook settled in the center of the bed and turned to watch them enter through the doorway, then said, “can you take your clothes off?”

Jimin and Taehyung smiled at each other and without a word, began to strip. Jimin finished first, tossing his shirt carelessly aside before crawling on all fours towards Jungkook in the center of the mattress, tail held high.

He was so gorgeous, lean and muscular from all his dancing, ass so plump Jungkook wanted to bend down and bite, suck a bruise into the flesh. Jungkook ran a trembling hand up the muscular skin of his back, exhaling shakily when Taehyung took off his last piece of clothing too. He was so lovely, with his dark hair tousled, tummy soft, thighs even more so, and Jungkook wanted to bury himself in both places, take a nap on his stomach, lick between his legs.

They stopped, both sitting on either side of him. Jimin’s pierced ear twitched.

“You too,” he said softly, gesturing at Jungkook’s shirt.

“Right,” Jungkook said. He looked down at himself, then pulled the shirt off, feeling almost self-conscious, which was dumb. They had seen him shirtless plenty of times. They clearly wanted him, so what was he getting in his head for?

Taehyung tickled his fingers under Jungkook’s chin, eyes warm. “You’re amazing. You’re so gorgeous.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Jungkook said, turning his head away, but Jimin was there waiting.

“You are,” Jimin hummed, tilting his head up to kiss Jungkook’s lips, and yeah, he could get used to this, maybe. “You’re unreal, Jungkookie.”

“Lay down,” Taehyung said in his ear, then there were hands pushing him until he lay flat, and when he glanced down, both Taehyung and Jimin were bent by his cock, and before he could even think of an expletive, Taehyung was cutting in front of Jimin and sucking Jungkook into his mouth.

Ah—” Jungkook said, then pressed his teeth into his palm, muffling his noise. Ah, shit, though, shit—

Taehyung was intense. He just absolutely went for it, slid his mouth all around Jungkook’s dick before bobbing his head, fast and hard, going deep on every fourth or fifth forward motion, deep enough that he gagged, gathering up enough saliva for it to already start dripping down over Jungkook’s balls.

Jungkook had never imagined he’d think of a blow job as refined, but compared to Taehyung, it’s exactly how he would describe Jimin’s, and Jungkook fucking loved them both, loved Jimin’s casual control, Taehyung’s unabashed eagerness. They were both sexy as fuck.

“Baby boy’s trying not to make noise,” Jimin teased. He was running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair as he sucked Jungkook off, eyes dark and glittering as he watched Jungkook press his hand against his mouth. Jimin pulled back. “You’re so cute, Jungkookie. Do you feel good?”

Jungkook shut his eyes, nodding furiously, was grateful for his palm against his mouth when his yelp got muffled into it, a direct result of something firm and wet sliding over his balls.

Jungkook’s head shot back up even as Jimin nudged his legs further apart, situating himself between them as Taehyung continued to blow him from the side, and, eyes meeting Jungkook’s, Jimin lowered his head and licked around Jungkook’s balls again.

“Holy—fuck,” Jungkook gasped, slamming his hand down on the mattress so he could better support himself, so he could look, watch as Jimin coaxed a testicle right into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks a little around it while Taehyung moaned deep around Jungkook’s dick, chin shiny with spit.

Maybe looking wasn’t a good idea. Jungkook fell back onto the mattress with a weak noise, resisting the urge to roll his hips up, because shit, fucking shit, he was going to come. Shit, he was going to come.

“Stop,” he whined, pulling at the covers. “I’m gonna come if you don’t, please—”

Taehyung coughed a little as he pulled off, and Jimin gave him one final lick before he pulled away too. They looked at each other, leaning in to kiss again, Jimin giggling as he pulled away and wiping his hand across Taehyung’s chin.

“You’re so messy,” he said.

Taehyung kissed Jimin one more time, his fingers running soothingly down Jungkook’s legs as he shifted a little further down the bed, until he was almost behind Jimin, who in turn wrapped his fingers around Jungkook’s wet cock.

“Kookie,” Jimin said sweetly. Jungkook’s gaze flicked behind him, could see Taehyung running his fingers down between Jimin’s ass cheeks. “Can I prep you?” Jimin said, and Jungkook’s gaze snapped back to him.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said. “Um. I probably—it’s probably—”

Jimin briefly shifted away from Jungkook and Taehyung to grab a bottle of lube from the bedside, shooting Taehyung a playful smile as he shimmied back into place, aiming the same smile at Jungkook when he popped the cap open.

“Remember he had fun with my toy, Jiminie?” Taehyung said. His wrist worked, and Jimin’s lashes fluttered. Taehyung’s responding laugh was quiet. “Oh kitten, you’re so wet.”

Taehyung,” Jimin said, shooting him another look as he drizzled lube over his fingers. His eyes were dark when he turned back to Jungkook. “Is that it, baby boy? Stretched yourself open with it?”

“The banana,” Jungkook said, sucking his lip into his mouth then grinning ruefully when Jimin and Taehyung both giggled a little. “Yeah. Uh—” Jimin pushed on Jungkook’s legs until he bent them both, drawing his knees towards his chest. A wet finger pressed on his rim. “Yeah, I um. Fucked myself with it last night. So I’m probably—”

“A little loose?” Taehyung asked lowly, and Jungkook flushed, feeling dirty and really, really fucking turned on. Jimin, with his finger slicked with lube and Jungkook’s ass already stretched, slipped in easy, and didn’t stop until he couldn’t go any further, pressing his knuckles into Jungkook’s skin.

“He’s still tight enough for you, baby,” Jimin said back to Taehyung. He was smirking, playful, his tail thrushing against the covers as it swiped back and forth. He pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in, not roughly, but not anything close to gentle. He cocked his head at Jungkook. “Don’t you think so, Kookie? Think you’re tight enough for Taehyung’s big, fat cock?”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, and he actually scrambled for a pillow, yanking it close enough to press his face into it.

“Oh my god,” Jimin cooed. “Oh, baby boy.”

There was a light smack, and Jungkook made a small sound of surprise, looking down to see Taehyung rubbing his hand over Jimin’s ass, while he worked his fingers inside him with the other.

“Don’t tease, Jimin,” he scolded, and Jimin laughed, pushing a second finger against Jungkook’s rim. Jungkook pressed his knuckles against the exposed side of his face, could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

Jimin dropped a kiss to Jungkook’s hip and eased inside the second finger. “Sorry, Kookie,” he whispered. “I just know Taehyung’s gonna love fucking you. He’s so lucky, we’re so lucky, god I just can’t wait to—” Jimin shifted up, and Taehyung murmured as he followed the movement, a smile touching his lips when Jimin stretched forward to lick up Jungkook’s dick. “—can’t wait to get your cock inside me, baby—”

“There you go,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook heard the smack of his hand connecting with Jimin’s ass again just as Jimin fucked two fingers into Jungkook, “already begging for it, hm? Can’t wait to show Jungkook what a perfect little slut you are?”

Mm,” Jimin moaned, pulling his mouth away from Jungkook’s dick with a wet smacking noise. “Fuck, yeah, yeah, Tae—”

“Shit,” Jungkook breathed, the side of his face sinking into the pillow a bit as he watched them, watched Taehyung fuck his fingers into Jimin, watched Jimin arch back into it with his tail high as he in turned pushed his fingers back into Jungkook. “Mmf, I- I want it. Want more—” Jungkook arched off the bed, gasping when Jimin thrust his fingers into him a few times in quick succession. “Want it now, please.”

Through hazy eyes, Jungkook watched as Taehyung pulled his hand out of Jimin, dropping a quick kiss to his back before he shifted up the bed to hover over Jungkook, body radiating heat.

Jungkook reached up and pulled Taehyung down to him.

Taehyung moved his lips slowly, took his time, like he was savoring every small whimper Jungkook couldn’t hide into a pillow when Jimin crooked his fingers a certain way. Taehyung’s tongue was even more purposeful, circling Jungkook’s, stroking over it before flicking up to tickle the roof of his mouth, licking behind is teeth and around the tip before he slowly pulled away.

Jungkook was breathing heavily, and he could feel wet at the corners of his eyes, blood in his cheeks, which rose to a boil when Taehyung leaned down one more time. Jungkook’s eyes fell shut just as Taehyung pressed one barely-there kiss to each eyelid.

“You okay?” he whispered. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook tightened his arms around Taehyung’s neck, then let one drop when Jimin sidled up to them, pressing a kiss to the back of Taehyung’s hand, then Jungkook’s cheek.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook breathed. “Just—just hot. And it’s so much. But it’s all good. A lot of good. All so good.”

Taehyung grinned, and Jimin laughed, kissing Jungkook properly on the mouth. “So we should keep going?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t stop, please, I like when you—” Jungkook shivered when Jimin helped Jungkook shift a little higher on the bed, reaching for his bedside again as Taehyung pushed his hands up the backs of Jungkook’s thighs, lifting and spreading his legs.

“When we what?” Taehyung said. He teased two fingers inside Jungkook, smiling when Jungkook arched. “Tell us.”

“When you—talk,” Jungkook mumbled, searching for the pillow again.

Jimin handed Taehyung a condom, putting a second one to the side and then grasping Jungkook’s hand just as it found the pillow, and pushing it back up the mattress. He entwined their fingers.

“Don’t hide, hm?” he said, leaning down to mouth over Jungkook’s jaw. “I like looking at you. Tae does, too.” Jungkook squirmed, and he felt Jimin smile against him. “Jungkookie, you like when we talk? You want Taehyungie to keep calling me a cockslut?” His ears flicked quick as he pulled back to look at Jungkook, the sweat gathering at his temples, the way he refused to look away from Jimin’s eyes, no matter how pink he was turning, because Jimin had asked him not to hide.

Jimin kissed the corner of his mouth. “Want him to call you one?”

Jungkook was already nodding, before Jimin even finished the sentence, and Jimin’s eyes glinted, ears twitching again, hard enough for the jewelry in the left one to clink.

Between his cheeks, Jungkook felt Taehyung spread more lube all around his entrance.

“Yeah, that’s what you want?” Jimin breathed, ducking back down to kiss back up along Jungkook’s jaw, up near his ear. His lips brushed Jungkook’s skin when he said, “Want to be a slut for his cock?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook gasped, whining when he felt the blunt head of Taehyung’s cock push against his rim. “Fff, hmm, mm—Tae—”

When Taehyung pushed in, he didn’t stop, or pause. He didn’t ram inside, but it was quick, quick enough for Jungkook’s back to arch involuntarily off the bed, quick enough that he felt the stretch of his muscles pulling against Taehyung’s cock, bigger than Jimin’s fingers, than the stupid fucking banana dildo. It almost hurt, but it was so good, and Jungkook had always, always liked feeling full. He welcomed the stretch, ignored the little twinge in his lower back. It was easy, especially with Jimin kissing along his collarbone, rubbing a comforting hand up and down his side as Taehyung sank in to the hilt.

Jungkook didn’t realize he was making noise until Jimin kissed him, just once, like he wanted to taste Jungkook’s moans, and immediately after, Taehyung was bowed over him, panting into Jungkook’s neck.

When he spoke, his voice was so rough Jungkook felt himself tighten in response, which only made Taehyung’s voice gruffer.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said. His teeth scraped over Jungkook’s neck, and Taehyung groaned, pushing his face into Jungkook’s skin. “Fuck, Jungkook, you’re tight.”

“Doing so good,” Jimin murmured. His fingers were in Jungkook’s hair, then gone, stroking through Taehyung’s. Jungkook could feel his tail whip between them for a few moments, alternatively, brushing Taehyung’s chest, then Jungkook’s. “My baby boys.”

Taehyung laughed, lifting his head from Jungkook’s neck to smile at Jimin before and looking down at Jungkook. “You’re so handsome.”

Jungkook stared up at him, brought suddenly back to Taehyung looking down at him, in a much different setting, with a beret on his head, but eyes bright like they were now. You’re so handsome, he’d said.

Jungkook surged up to kiss him.

Taehyung moaned into the kiss as Jungkook’s movement shifted Taehyung inside him, then he pushed back, kissing Jungkook even harder, one hand cupping around his neck, thumb tickling his jaw.

He pulled away, brushed his lips under the jut of Jungkook’s lower lip. “Can I move? Baby?”

Jungkook nodded, huffing. “A lot.”

Taehyung grinned, exchanging another look with Jimin, who darted up to give him a quick kiss before they both turned back to Jungkook.

“A lot?” Taehyung asked. “You mean, you want me to fuck you good?”

“Really good,” Jungkook whispered. “S’good as I saw you fucking Jimin.”

Taehyung rolled his hips, and before Jungkook could push his head back, Jimin’s fingers were in his hair, holding him tight, keeping him in place. “You think you can handle that, baby boy? Remember, you can’t come until I’m done with you.” Jimin thumbed Jungkook’s lip, pressing down when Taehyung fucked into him again. Jungkook’s lips parted in a silent moan. Everything was all wet and Taehyung felt so big inside him, he just wanted to keep him deep inside until he came all over himself.

“You’re gonna want to stay strong, Kook,” Taehyung said. He was picking up a slow, firm rhythm with his hips, and Jungkook could hear himself whining, high and broken. “I know you want to feel Jimin, don’t you? Want to feel his sloppy, wet hole open up on your cock?”

“You gotta stop—talking—” Jungkook moaned.

“I thought you liked it?” Jimin snickered, cupping Jungkook’s jaw as he moved closer. “Baby’s gonna come, just from hearing us talk dirty?”

“Tae’s—Tae’s—” Jungkook hiccupped when Taehyung slammed his hips forward.

“What’s he doing?” Jimin cooed. “Fucking you good? Fucking you stupid, baby?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook whispered, tugging Jimin closer and turning his face into Jimin’s. It felt good, to be skin to skin. He hooked his legs around Taehyung, tried to tug him closer, too. “Fucking stupid, s’fucking good.”

“God,” Taehyung hissed, head bowing over Jungkook’s shoulder as his hips worked faster, harder, smacking against Jungkook’s ass as he fucked deeper. “God, love, you’re so tight, mm—”

“He’s so cute, Tae,” Jimin murmured as Jungkook nosed up his neck, mouthing under his jaw. “He’s so—look at him. Baby,” Jimin breathed, shifting until his mouth could slot over Jungkook’s again, kissing him almost desperately. Jungkook clung to him, clenched around Taehyung, wanted to keep them both as close as he could. “God, baby,” Jimin panted, “you look so good with Tae fucking you like this.”

“Feel amazing,” Taehyung said. “Fuck—tight little hole is gonna make me come.”

Jimin’s ears twitched, and they flicked up, a hungry glint appearing in his eyes. “Yeah? God, I want you—” Jimin’s ears moved again, one shifting towards Jungkook, who flushed deeply when Jimin looked at him, watching his body jostle with each of Taehyung’s thrusts.

The gleam in his eyes sharpened. “I want you to come all over him, Taehyung,” he said. He didn’t look away from Jungkook, traced a finger down the side of his heated face. “Come all over him, I wanna get messy when I sit on his cock.”

Jungkook felt himself tighten at Jimin’s words, and Taehyung’s face screwed up a bit. He gasped, slamming so hard into Jungkook that he realized he might actually bruise the next day, and they both moaned into each other’s skin.

“Fuck, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung whispered. “I’m gonna come, okay?”

“On me” Jungkook whispered, saw Jimin smile over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Please, please, make a—a mess, on me?”

Taehyung groaned, kissing Jungkook absolutely silly one more time before he was fucking into him hard, without mercy. He was holding Jungkook vaguely in place with his hand on his head, fingers twisted in his hair on the side, but Jungkook was still shifting a lot against the mattress, his body dipping into the give of it every time Taehyung fucked into him.

Taehyung,” Jungkook muttered, his stomach clenching. His voice cracked. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Mm-m,” Jimin murmured, and just when Jungkook thought he was going to come, Taehyung was pulling out and Jimin’s fingers wrapped and squeezed around the base of Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook shouted, hips desperately trying to rut into nothing, his own orgasm staved, but Jimin held him still with his other hand even as something wet and warm splattered across his front, initially over his upper thighs, then a little across his cock, the rest along his abdomen.

“Shit, I’m—so fucking close—Jimin—” Jungkook gasped when Jimin bent forward and lapped up the cum dripping down his cock.

“Just a little more, baby,” Jimin murmured, rolling a condom onto Jungkook, who keened at the contact. Jimin swung his leg over him and looked over his shoulder towards Taehyung. His tail curved over his shoulder. “Help,” he said.

Taehyung ducked around Jimin very quickly to kiss Jungkook, whispered, “good boy” against his mouth, then he was back, putting his hands on Jimin’s ass.

“You’re so fucking wet, I can’t even get a grip,” Taehyung snickered. Jungkook heard a light smack, and Jimin huffed, planting his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head.

“Just guide his cock, fuck,” Jimin said, tossing Taehyung an impatient look as Jungkook curled his hands around Jimin’s shoulders.

“You’re so fucking eager,” Taehyung said darkly. He was still breathless, from fucking Jungkook, and Jungkook was too, felt like fireworks were going off in his head and had been for five minutes already when Taehyung pressed his cock against Jimin’s rim.

He was wet. Jimin was really fucking wet, so wet that it was already slicking up Jungkook’s thighs, squishing lewdly as their skin came together. Jungkook’s tip slipped in almost immediately, and he swallowed his gasp, hands slamming down to grasp Jimin’s thick thighs.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Perfect, pretty little slut, isn’t he?” Taehyung said softly. “So fucking wet. Jiminie, you can do better than that, can’t you? Didn’t you hear Kook, he wants to come.”

“He feels—” Jimin moaned, bending over Jungkook to kiss him as he lowered himself, gasping against his mouth. “Kookie, I love it, you feel so good. You’re so good, baby boy.”

He was fully seated now, and Jimin was almost trembling on top of him, so abruptly sensitive it was giving Jungkook goosebumps despite how hot he felt. His stomach was tight.

“I’m really close,” Jungkook whispered, embarrassed, but also, well, he was close. He commended himself for lasting even this long, with all of Taehyung and Jimin’s attention focused on him.

“Good,” Jimin whispered. “Don’t hold back, Kook, lemme feel you come. Let Taehyung see.”

Jimin kissed him one more time, then straightened. Jungkook’s mouth felt incredibly dry when he saw Taehyung’s cum smeared along Jimin’s abs, where it had rubbed off on his skin. Jimin leaned back against Taehyung a little for support, but he braced himself on his knees, thighs trembling as he rolled his hips up.

Jungkook tilted his head back, gasped up at the ceiling, and Jimin sank back down again.

It didn’t take long. Jimin was dripping wet, wetter than anyone Jungkook had ever been with before, and he almost pulsed around Jungkook as he bounced, like he was clenching and unclenching just to shove Jungkook over the edge as brutally as he good.

“Ah, ah, mm, ahh,” Jungkook moaned, high and in the back of his throat, could feel tears trickle down his temples and into his hair, blinking the rest away quick as he looked up at Jimin, at Taehyung behind him.

Taehyung’s hand curved around his thigh. “C’mon, just like that.”

Jungkook felt himself tense, his toes curling, feet twitching so violently he nearly kicked Taehyung as Jimin fucked down onto him hard, the noise of their skin coming together louder than all three of their moans.

Jungkook’s orgasm slammed into him without any other warning, and he bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. His feet dug into Taehyung’s legs as he whined, thrashing his head from side to side while Jimin continued to move on him, riding him through it, telling Jungkook what a good, baby boy he was, and Jungkook thought he might be actually wailing, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m fucked,” Jungkook actually wheezed, choking out half a sob, half a laugh into his arm, and he heard Jimin respond with his own strained noise, half a gasp, half a snort. He was still sitting on Jungkook’s dick, jerking himself off quick and fast, and then he was coming on Jungkook too, some of it mixing with Taehyung’s from earlier, some shooting higher, nearly to Jungkook’s chin.

Jungkook wanted to smear it all over his chest, then Jimin climbed off him, leaned down, and did just that—with his tongue.

“Oh, god,” Jungkook said as Jimin dragged his tongue over Jungkook’s abs. Jimin gasped sharply over Jungkook’s skin, and when he looked, he saw Taehyung had pushed at least three, maybe four fingers right into Jimin’s hole.

“Fucked you open so nice,” Taehyung growled over Jimin’s whine. “Fuck. Messy kitten, so fucking wet and loose.

Jimin’s tail slithered across his back as he mewled, but he muffled his noises by pressing his mouth back on Jungkook’s skin, all slick and sticky with sweat and cum.

Ah,” Jungkook moaned, squeezing his hands into the sheets, blinking away the blur in his eyes so he could watch Taehyung pull his fingers out of Jimin’s asshole, watch as he spread them slow, so strings of lube and something thicker webbed between them.

Taehyung met Jungkook’s eyes over his hand before he put two fingers in his mouth and sucked.

“Hey,” Jungkook whined, reaching for him. Jimin was still mouthing at him, licking him clean now, humming over his skin while Taehyung moaned deep around his fingers. “Taehyung, I wanna—”

Taehyung grinned at him around his fingers, slowly pulling them out of his mouth, and Jungkook felt his cock actually twitch, because fuckshit Taehyung was so fucking sexy and Jimin was utterly devastating, murmuring and moaning into Jungkook skin like he was having the absolute time of his life licking up his and Taehyung’s cum off his skin.

Taehyung shifted around, hushing Jungkook’s whimper when he took off the condom with his clean hand and discarded it. He settled next to Jungkook on the bed, smirking as he just watched for a second, watched Jimin go to work on Jungkook’s chest, watched Jungkook squirm and whine at them both.

“He’s a good little cumslut,” Taehyung said, leaning over to drop a kiss to one of Jimin’s ears as he licked. Taehyung pulled back and held up his hand, the one that had been inside Jimin, and Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on it.

“You want to try?” Taehyung murmured, holding up his pointer and middle finger to Jungkook’s mouth, still shimmering with Jimin’s slick. Jungkook barely let Taehyung finish the question before he was grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand close enough to suck them into his mouth.

“That’s it,” Taehyung whispered as Jungkook moaned around his fingers, sucked them hard and deep enough that they actually pressed on the back of his tongue and made him gag. Taehyung made to pull them back, but Jungkook held him tighter, sucking harder, and was rewarded by Taehyung’s delighted grin. “Easy baby boy, easy,” he murmured and Jungkook looked up at him over his hand, trying to get every trace of Jimin’s slick into his mouth, down his throat. It was almost sweet, which he supposed wasn’t surprising, but the fact that it was Jimin’s, on Taehyung’s fingers, made it so much better.

“You wanna be a good little cumslut too, Jungkook?” Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded, relaxing his grip on Taehyung’s wrist. Taehyung cooed, pulling his fingers back slowly, stopping to crook his finger behind Jungkook’s bottom teeth and push.

Jungkook felt spit pooling already under his tongue, but readily opened his mouth, huffing in excitement when Jimin raised his head over Jungkook’s, lips pressed together.

Taehyung’s gently pulled his fingers out from behind Jungkook’s teeth, pressing down on his lower lip and holding it there. “Want it? Want our cum?”

Jungkook nodded, reaching up to weave a hand in Jimin’s hair, just as Jimin’s lips pursed, then parted, just enough to let his mouthful of saliva and cum drip into Jungkook’s open mouth.

Oh god, Jungkook thought, rolling his hips into nothing, his cock limp but twitching again because ohgod oh god he’d never ever experienced something so hot in his entire life. Jimin was still letting cum and spit dribble into his mouth, and Jungkook was just laying there taking it, could feel some of it gathering with his own spit at the corners of his mouth while Taehyung gently held his lower lip in place.

Jungkook whined in the back of his throat, wet and needy, and Jimin swiped his tongue across his own mouth, grinning wickedly right before he ducked back down to sweep his tongue across Jungkook’s skin again.

“Good boy,” Taehyung murmured, right before he ducked down to lick into his mouth.

Nnng,” Jungkoon whined, letting him for just a second before mumbling, “s’mine.” He could feel wet on the side of his chin, and he whined again because what a waste.

Taehyung’s laugh was raspy, and when he pulled back, he pulled at Jungkook’s lower lip with his teeth. “Greedy, you hear that Jimin? He wants it all for himself.” Taehyung kissed at the mess dripping down Jungkook’s skin, whispering, “go ahead. Swallow, you little cumslut.”

Jungkook moaned, swallowing thickly and whimpering when Taehyung leaned down to kiss him before he could even take a breath, so he just gasped against Taehyung’s mouth, letting Taehyung’s weave his fingers through Jungkook’s and press his hands into the bed as he kissed him deep. When he pulled back, he whispered against Jungkook’s mouth, “how was that? How are you?”

“So good, Tae,” Jungkook muttered. His voice was throaty. “Thank you.”

Taehyung smiled at him, then turned at a touch from Jimin, who didn’t wait before grabbing the back of Taehyung’s head and pulling on the long strands of his hair until his head tilted back. Dazed, Jungkook watched as Jimin uncurled his tongue from his mouth, all covered in white, and Taehyung made a rough noise as he sucked on it, then kissed Jimin open mouhted. Jungkook could see their tongues tangling, cum and spit mixing. 

He made a soft, whining sound, and they broke apart and turned to him.

“We got you,” Jimin whispered. His ears were tilted slightly sideways, like they did when he was relaxed. He cupped Jungkook’s face in his hands, kissed him once softly, then two more times, just as such.

Taehyung’s kiss was brief, a quick brush of lips, more than anything, but his fingers were so gentle combing through Jungkook’s sweaty hair, when Jungkook opened his eyes to look at him, his expression was so soft.

Jimin and Taehyung both exchanged a smile. Jimin brushed his thumb over Jungkook’s lip once before situating himself on his other side, so Jungkook was on his back in between him and Taehyung.

Jungkook licked his lips, and for a moment, just laid there, listening to his heart thump rapidly in his chest, pulse thumping in his ears. He swallowed, glancing at Taehyung, then Jimin, then up at the ceiling.  

Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s shoulder. “That was fantastic,” he said, voice still a little breathless. “Like, holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. He literally had no other words.

Taehyung propped his head on his shoulder, grinning down at them both. “I loved that.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, because he really, really had no other words.

Jimin turned his head to smile at him, his tail flicking over Jungkook’s front, the tip brushing Taehyung’s arm. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook huffed, curling so Jimin was the proper big spoon and he could in turn big-spoon Taehyung. “Yeah.

Jimin nuzzled into the back of his hair. “It was so good, baby. I love you.”

Jungkook hugged Taehyung tighter. “Love you,” he said into Taehyung’s shoulder, but he was speaking to them both, and the kiss Jimin pressed against the back of his head cemented this, as did the way Taehyung squeezed his hand.

“Would do it again?” Taehyung said, bringing Jungkook’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss the back of it.

“Give me fifteen,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin laughed, curling around him more. “Maybe we could get the banana?”

“Oh god,” Jungkook said. “Yes. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung laughed, twisting around to grin at him. “You’re adorable.”

“I am, I guess,” Jungkook sighed.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his smile wry. “It was a beluga, by the way.”

Jungkook stared at him blankly. “A who?”

Jimin snorted behind him. “The whale. From the movie. He was a beluga whale.”

“I literally,” Jungkook muttered, “couldn’t care less. I’m still trying to figure out if you fucked my brains out or not.”

“You’re such a brat,” Jimin said fondly. “And I’d go with, yes.”

“Okay,” Jungkook said. He hooked his legs around Taehyung’s waist, yanked Jimin’s arm around his own. “Wake me up in a little. With the banana.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung hummed. He flipped around so he was facing Jungkook properly, and Jimin. Jungkook reached out to run his fingers down the slop of Taehyung’s nose, shivering at Jimin’s breath on the back of his neck. They lay like that for a short while, relaxing into the mattress, into each other.

Just when Jungkook felt sleep begin to drag at his eyes, he felt a low vibration against his back. He blinked, and Taehyung grinned, gaze shifting behind Jungkook to Jimin.

“There it is,” Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook tilted his head back towards Jimin. “Are you purring?”

“Maybe,” Jimin said, pressing himself closer. The vibration got stronger, and louder.

Jungkook giggled, burrowing his head into Taehyung’s chest, keeping his hold on Jimin’s arm tight, so he wouldn’t pull away.

“It doesn’t happen a lot,” Jimin said. His voice was throaty, like it was hard to speak over the purring.

“Just when he’s really, really happy,” Taehyung said, kissing the top of Jungkook’s head, then stretching to reach Jimin’s mouth. “Right?”

“Mhm,” Jimin sighed.

“I’m glad,” Jungkook said, grateful Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t see the wetness forming in his eyes, but his voice might have given him away, because Taehyung held him tighter and Jimin tangled his legs with theirs.

They didn’t wake Jungkook until the next morning. Taehyung was whispering Jungkook’s name to softly rouse him, and when Jungkook realized Jimin was fucking Taehyung with the vibrating banana dildo, he was fully awake in seconds, surging up to kiss Taehyung before he moved down to let Jimin show him how exactly he used Taehyung’s toy.

 

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jungkook:

i’m a slut

 

yoongi:

are you…going to follow this up with anything

 

namjoon:

that’s not a nice word

unless you feel empowered

then more power to you

jungkook is everything okay

 

jungkook;

oops sorry i was GOING to say

i’m a slut

for two dicks

but i got distracted by taehyung fucking me with the banana dick

after jimin sucked on it

which was after he fucked taehyung with it

maybe it’s three dicks

 

yoongi:

why did i think this would go any differently

 

jungkook:

getting fucked by three dicks?

 

yoongi:

NO

this conversation

oh my god.

 

namjoon:

did you wash it in between you you really should

 

yoongi:

namjoon what do you think

 

namjoon:

well i’m happy for you jungkook

are you happy?

 

jungkook:

i really am

 

yoongi:

good

 

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It was the end of the semester, and the sun was setting.

 

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were still living together, still together together, and although this photoshoot was not the first time Jimin posed while Taehyung called out gentle suggestions and Jungkook adjusted his angles, it was the first time Jimin was on edge.

Literally.

“Don’t move!” Jungkook shouted, waving his hands frantically, then sighing and putting the camera down. “Jimin, stop moving! Only move when Tae or I tell you to.”

Jimin pouted at him, shooting the fountain pool behind him a nervous glance. “Do I have to be this close to the water?”

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Jungkook said, and Taehyung laughed before slapping a hand over his mouth, but not before Jimin glowered at him, ears flicking irritably on his head.

“Oh, hilarious,” he said, pursing his lips some more, then, after one more eye roll, relaxed his expression. His heel teetered on the edge of the platform, right before it dropped off into the pool. About thirty feet back, the fountain sprayed high, glowing from the underwater lights illuminating it from beneath the water. A gold ray of light from the setting sun canted right behind where Jimin stood, reflecting off the water.

“Hurry, hurry!” Jungkook exclaimed. “We literally have minutes before the lighting gets shit, Jimin.”

“You look beautiful, kitten,” Taehyung said, smiling angelically right before Jimin closed his eyes and posed again, the way Taehyung had been telling him too.

Jungkook made a small noise of excitement as he brought the viewfinder to his eyes, ignoring the way Taehyung cooed at him as he snapped about eight shots in under twenty seconds.

“Okay, babe,” Jungkook called. “Just move back a little more.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin whined.

“Just a little.”

“You’re the one that wanted Kookie to take photos out here,” Taehyung said helpfully.

“You’re both such brats,” Jimin grumbled, eyes still shut as he stepped backwards. “Okay, I—

He didn’t finish his sentence. Jungkook dropped his camera away from his eyes, staring with an open mouth as Jimin, shrieking and one step too far, toppled over the edge of the ledge and into the big fountain pool with a splash.

“We’re dead,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook smacked him over the shoulder right before he took off towards the water. He didn’t really think, just ripped his camera sling over his neck, put it on the ground, and jumped in after Jimin. He thought he heard Taehyung shout his name, but he was already in.

The pool was large, but only a few feet deep, so it wasn’t like Jimin was in danger of drowning, but Jungkook’s heart was beating fast, afraid Jimin had hit his head, or hurt himself some other way—

He was greeted by a face full of water and Jimin’s agitated expression. His ears were flat on his head and he was completely soaked.

“Jimin,” Jungkook sputtered, wading through the water and grabbing Jimin by the waist. “Jimin, are you—”

“I’m wet!” Jimin shrieked, swiping at Jungkook’s chest and letting out a yowling groan. “Jungkook, I’m soaked.”

“That’s what you said last night,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook and Jimin both whirled to look at him, grinning as he knelt over the edge of the pool. “Although, you seemed much happier about it then.”

Jimin and Jungkook looked at each other, then, almost in unison, lunged forward to grab Taehyung by the arm and yank him in with them.

Taehyung’s shout as he fell was more delighted than Jimin’s had been, although Jungkook didn’t let go of him until Taehyung found his footing, to ensure he was tugged in surely, but safely. When Taehyung burst from the water, he was laughing.

“You look—” Taehyung giggled, splashing at Jimin who hissed and splashed back. “You literally looked like a drowned kitten, and Jungkook, why did you—jump after him?”

“I thought he got hurt!” Jungkook exclaimed, swiping more water in Taehyung’s direction. He turned to Jimin, cupping his face between his wet hands. “Are—are you? I’m so sorry, I said step back a little—” He looked at Jimin, scowling so deeply Jungkook knew he should really be concerned for his own life, but with his hair sopping and matted to his face, his ears turned backwards and flat, Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle.

Jimin’s face twitched, and Jungkook thought he was about to get slapped, but then Taehyung threw his arms around both of them and said, “you two are just about the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Jimin sighed, the irritation melting off his face, because Jungkook and Taehyung both knew compliments were the way to get away with anything when it came to Jimin. He looked at Jungkook. “Did you at least get a good shot?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said earnestly. He looked at Taehyung. “Right, Tae? They’re going to come out so good.”

“Just like all the other ones,” Taehyung hummed, spinning in the water and laughing. Jungkook stared at him, the way his hair nearly hung in his eyes, the grin splitting his face as he lunged towards Jimin and hugged and kissed all over his face. Jimin tried to look put out, but even he couldn’t stop himself from giggling.

“We need to get out of here before someone sees and expels us,” Jimin whined, going for the edge and yelping when Jungkook grabbed him around the waist. “Jungkook, I am gonna hide the banana from you for a month if you don’t let me go immediately—”

“Just—” Jungkook said, spinning Jimin around, then grabbing Taehyung and tugging him to stand next to Jimin. “Stay here, just one second,” Jungkook said, moving away and lifting his body over the edge just enough to grab his camera. “Splash me and die, I just want to get a picture of you two,” he said, holding the camera carefully and looking through the lens.

His breath caught.

He thought, suddenly, of that time all those months ago at the beginning of the year, when he had crouched in almost the exact same spot, trying so desperately to get a photo of the ambience of the dried up fountain at sunset. It had been beautiful.

But this. This was something else entirely.

Now, the fountain was full of water, and framed perfectly in the lens were Jimin and Taehyung, both soaking wet, but smiling at each other, and at him. The sun slanted gold across their faces, glinting off the droplets caught in their hair, rolling down their face. They were both so beautiful, Jungkook couldn’t believe they were real.

Couldn’t believe they were his.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook blinked, looking at them over the camera. Taehyung gestured him over. “We want you in it, too. I know you can take selcas with that thing, I’ve seen you do it.”

“But, I—”

“We want you in the photo,” Jimin said firmly. “It’s not the same, if it’s just Tae and me. Need you too.”

Jungkook licked his lips, slowly making his way over to them. “I don’t know—”

“I know,” Jimin said, turning Jungkook around so he was squished in between himself and Taehyung. “Take it!”

“It’s not going to be as good,” Jungkook protested, adjusting his grip on the camera, twisting the strap several times around his wrist so if he did drop it, it wouldn’t plummet to its death in the water.

“It’s going to be better,” Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook on the cheek.

“’Cause you’ll be in it,” Jimin hummed, kissing the other cheek.

Jungkook had a feeling Taehyung and Jimin were both going to tease him for the teary sheen in his eyes when they eventually saw the developed photos, but he didn’t care. When Jungkook pressed down on the shutter to capture the three of them, he was smiling so wide it hurt.

And as it turned out, that photo ended up being Jungkook’s favorite.