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Min Yoongi, Suga of Daegu, stared out the window of his empty highrise apartment in Seoul and sighed. It was late. The lights of the city were bright against the dark gray of the night sky, clouds reflecting the ambient light. He held a glass of Scottish whiskey, some fancy brand he didn’t know, that had been given as a gift of respect, and sipped at it. At least it tasted good. He wondered if someone in his position should know more about whiskey, but he really had never bothered. He could hear the sound of his sip too loudly in the otherwise silent room.

His success as an underworld boss had been unprecedented and led to his recent ‘retirement’ to Seoul. Coming up as a kkangpae, no more than a scrappy street hustler, who had to learn the ins and outs of Daegu street gangs while supporting his family had forged him. He learned how to turn what many considered his weaknesses, being small and ‘pretty’, into an asset. Other gangs underestimated him, assumed him to be an easy target. They learned the hard way how wrong they were. After dominating a protection racket in the worst Daegu neighborhoods he invested any money he acquired, getting into gambling and prostitution and then later clubs, hotels, and real estate. His crew was loyal and kept small. He showed his elders' respect and the established families preferred to deal with him over others, and his power rose much quicker than he ever thought possible. He worked harder than his closest rivals, he took care of his people like they were his flesh and blood, and he took advantage of others underestimating him. He even didn’t mind the nickname Suga, because rivals thought he was sweet like sugar. It was so much more satisfying to utterly destroy those who went against him when they thought he was a pushover. Over the years the nickname was spoken of as a dark omen, and eventually, he found himself on top with no rivals to speak of. He had been in the mindset of the underdog for so long, it came as a complete surprise when his best friend and accountant Namjoon informed him that he made more money from his legal investments than his continued illegal activities.

It would be foolish to continue in the underworld when the legal world of high finance was so much more profitable, so he turned his clubs over to his brother got out of the game. Now he lived off passive income and let Namjoon have free reign over his investments. His parents and lived in a mansion in their hometown, and since his investments were all in Seoul, it made sense to move. He hadn’t even turned thirty and was effectively retired. And living alone.

Yoongi expected to be happy when all his youthful ambition paid off. His dreams had come true. He was feared and respected and wealthy. He sighed and took another drink of his expensive whiskey. Was 20,000 won glass of whiskey really that much better than convenience store soju? He wasn’t sure.

For the first time in his life, he was bored. Really, mind-numbingly, heart-achingly bored. But also for the first time, he was free. He had no reputation to maintain, no rivals to keep face to. Maybe it was finally time.

He was dressing in a tailored suit before he really made up his mind to go out. There was one thing he had always wanted to try but knew he couldn’t. For the last decade, he needed to maintain a certain image, and that meant never dating. Sure, he could have dated any number of women, but women had never interested him and anyone in the underworld finding out he was… well, gay, would have meant his death.

He slipped on his favorite Rolex and played with his hair in the mirror trying to think of any reasons why this might be a bad idea. Nothing came to mind. Maybe it was the quiet the apartment that made his mind empty. Maybe it was the tingling need that radiated from his belly, a feeling he had ignored most of his adult life. He was tired of living like a monk.

Seoul had many things that Daegu didn’t. Seoul had gay bars. He had never been to one, and in the few visits, he had made to the city before he had been too cautious of his reputation to risk it. But now… now it didn’t matter if anyone saw him, did it?

With a feeling of excitement, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door of his penthouse. He took the private elevator down to the garage and slipped into his McCleron. The car was ridiculous, beautiful and ostentatious. Did gay bars have valet?

He didn’t even have a destination in mind. Should he look it up on Naver? Was he dressed appropriately?

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Jin, without really thinking about it. Whenever he needed something, there was someone in his crew to ask.

“Yeoboseyo, Yoongi-shi,” Jin answered after the first ring.

“Jin-hyung. I need your help,” Yoongi said.

“I am at your service, as always.”

“Uh. This is a little weird.”

“I can do weird. You know I would do anything for you.” Jin’s formality, though not surprising given their previous working relationship, made me feel self-conscious. Jin was a friend, but he had worked for him as a information dealer for him for many years before pursuing his dream of becoming a chef. Jin was probably the second closest person to him and still didn’t speak to him informally.

“Can you help me dress like a normal person?”

The line was silent for a few long seconds before he heard Jin’s signature squeaky laugh. “What are you talking about? What do you mean normal?”

“Ah. I wanted to go out, maybe to a club. All I have is suits.”

“But that’s not a bad thing Yoongi-shi. You look amazing in suits. The girls will flock to you like honey badgers to a snake.”

“Yeah. Not the type of club I was thinking of.” Yoongi couldn't help but hold his breath a little.

“Hmm, I see. Come over to my place?”

“I’ll be there in five.”

Yoongi started up the car and spent the short drive over to Jin’s apartment breathing deeply and willing himself to be calm. He trusted Jin, but he had never been fully honest with Jin, or anyone, about his… preference. He didn’t think he was ready to come out to his friend, but then again, he knew that showing up at a seedy gay club dressed in 100,000 won suit sounded even more ridiculous.

Jin’s apartment was small but in a nice building with good security. Yoongi knew it well because he owned the entire property. He parked in a reserved place in the underground garage and made his way to Jin’s floor. When he buzzed the door, Namjoon answered.

“Hyungnim. Come on in.” Namjoon displayed his dimples and gave small bow.

“Namjoon. What are you doing here?” Yoongi came into the entry and toed off his loafers.

“Ah, Jin-hyung and I were having a little movie night.” Namjoon looked a little embarrassed and Yoongi frowned. He hated his only friends didn’t think to invite him. But then who would invite Suga of Daegu to movie night?

“I see.” Yoongi followed Namjoon into the homey living room where Jin was curled under a blanket on the couch.

“Yoongi-ah! Come on in.” Jin smiled wide and Yoongi gave a slight nod to him.

“Would you like anything to drink, hyung-nim?” Namjoon said.

“No, I’m okay.” Yoongi’s voice came out a bit gruff, as the formality annoyed him a bit. He unbuttoned his jacket and sat in a chair facing Jin, as if he owned the place. Which, technically, he did. His confident unaffectedness was a well-worn habit. He noticed Jin and Namjoon eye him with shared nervousness and sighed.

Jin tilted his head in thought. “Come sit over here, Yoongi.” He patted the seat next to him. Yoongi came over, moving a little stiffly before sitting next to his friend. Jin patted his knee affectionately and Namjoon watched on with wide eyes.

“How are you, Yoongi?” Jin’s voice was soft.

“Uh, okay I guess. I’ve been a little bored.” He saw Jin was trying to be friendly, so he pushed himself to be more honest. “And lonely.”

Jin smiled at him, his too-handsome face endearing and kind. “I’m glad you came over then. You should come over more often, huh? I should be a better hyung to you, even though you used to be my boss.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “You’re barely my hyung, Jin. You have three months on me.”

Jin looked stern. “And yet I am still your hyung.”

Yoongi’s face remained neutral. “True.”

Namjoon looked between Jin and him from the corner of the couch with barely concealed worry.

“But if you’re looking to go out, maybe we should tone down the intimidation factor.” Jin gently rubbed the lapel of his jacket.

“Uh, I might have something Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon said.

Yoongi scowled. “Namjoon, you are twice my size.”

Jin laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. But let’s take a look anyway.” He grabbed Yoongi’s hand, pulling him up and away from the couch. Jin didn’t drop his hand as he was pulled into his bedroom and the small intimacy felt strange. And good. Finally letting go, Jin started pulling open the doors of his wall-to-wall closet and it was completely full of clothes.

“You have quite the wardrobe,” Yoongi said.

“Well, half of it is Namjoon’s,” Jin said.

Yoongi looked at the two of them in surprise. “Namjoon lives here?”

Namjoon had followed them into the room and was playing with a string from his sweater. “Uh, yeah. I have been staying here a good amount. So I left some clothes. For convenience.”

Jin looked into Yoongi’s eyes. “We’re dating.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon looked at Yoongi fearfully.

“Oh. Really.” Yoongi was surprised, but more so felt… elated. He really cared for his friends, and they were weirdly suited for each other if opposite in personality. But selfishly, he was even more excited for himself. He had gay friends, friends he could talk to. He almost felt giddy at that prospect.

But Jin and Namjoon were looking at him like he had brought his gun out, wide-eyed and stiff. Right. He was in the habit of hiding his emotions behind a face of cold disinterest. It was a necessity in his line of work. He didn’t even know he was doing it. Was that why Namjoon acted so distant all the time? Surely after so many years, he knew they were friends?

“Yoongi-shi? Does that… bother you?” Jin asked carefully.

“No.”

Namjoon’s eyes were big and he was breathing like he’d been exercising. Jin was far calmer, but still obviously worried. Why were they so worried? He said no.

Jin pressed his lips together and eyes sparkled with something like courage. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What?” Yoongi said.

Jin gave a withering glare, and it was the first one anyone had given him in recent memory. Oh. Maybe he should open up to them. That made sense.

“It’s cool. I might like guys. So we have that in common.”

“What?” Namjoon sputtered and Jin smacked his arm.

“That’s great, Yoongi! I’m really happy we have that in common.” Jin smiled brightly and Yoongi felt a rare feeling of warmth. He grinned back, showing his gums and feeling a little shy. His friends reacted to his expression with awe. Namjoon kept looking at him like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but Jin, at least, seemed genuinely happy. Before he could stop him, Jin wrapped his arms around Yoongi in a bone-crushing hug. “Oh Yoongi, you are too adorable.”

Yoongi snorted but held on. It was the first hug he’d had in so long he couldn't recall, and Jin’s strong arms and broad chest felt amazing. He even tucked his head into Jin’s shoulder, smelling his clean, spicy scent.

Jin released him and the previous tension between them was gone. “It must get lonely being Suga.”

Yoongi nodded. “But Suga retired. Now I’m just Yoongi.”

Jin beamed. “Yeah. I think it might take a little while to get used to that.” He looked at Namjoon pointedly. “But we will. Right Joon-ah?”

Namjoon looked at him uncertainly but then pulled him in for his own hug. It really wasn’t fair how tall he was, but Yoongi enjoyed his friend’s affection more than he would ever admit.

After a moment he stepped back and gave an insincere scowl. “That’s enough sappy stuff. I came here for help. I need to go to a… a gay bar. And I don’t know how to dress. Or where to go.”

“Wait, you came to us for this even before you knew we were gay?”

Yoongi shrugged. “When I don’t know something I ask one of my crew. You’re my crew.”

Jin huffed a laugh. “I guess that makes sense. Well, you got lucky with us. I know of a few places, some clubs, and couple more laid back bars. What kind of vibe are you looking for?”

Yoongi sighed and sat down on Jin’s bed. “I have no idea. I’ve only dated the one time. And that was barely dating because we were both kkangpae. Needless to say, it didn’t work out.”

“Hmm. We will definitely circle back to that story. Are you interested in dating now? Or are you more interested in hooking up?” Jin said.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t mind just hooking up. I wouldn’t know the first thing about dating a guy. I’d like to work up to the more emotional stuff.”

Jin nodded. “I understand. I needed to get a few things out of my system before Namjoon and I started dating.”

Namjoon scowled. “What does that mean?”

Jin gave him his most charming grin. “Oh, nothing.”

Yoongi snorted. “Well, I may be as useless at hooking up as I am at dating. I have no skills in flirting.”

Jin put a finger on his lips. “I might have a bit of a weird suggestion, something that will play to your strengths, and require little previous experience.”

“I’m listening.”

“What if you got yourself a sugar baby?” Jin looked up in delight. “Oh my god, get it? Suga baby!”

Namjoon and Yoongi groaned in unison as Jin laughed at his own joke.

“You want me to get a prostitute?”

“No. Not really. It’s really like a mutually beneficial arrangement between two people who are attracted to each other.”

“You seem to know a lot about this,” Namjoon said.

Jin shrugged. “I’ve done it.”

Namjoon’s jaw dropped. “You had a sugar baby?”

“I was a sugar baby. College is expensive.”

“Really? And you didn’t mind… being paid for sex?” Yoongi said.

Jin sighed. “It’s not like that, or it wasn’t for me. I liked the guy. He was older and lived alone and had a lot of money. We would go on dates and spend time together and yes, we had sex. But I was attracted to him. He liked the fact that he didn’t have to commit to anything serious and I would have had to work two jobs if he hadn’t helped me, so it was a win-win.”

Yoongi looked down at himself. “Do you think I need to pay someone to date me?”

“Oh god no! Yoongi-ah you are a total catch. Believe me. The only thing is, well, you’re a bit intimidating? And you said yourself you’re bad at flirting. Arranging something like this could cut out the awkward first dates and avoid the dangers of one night stands. It’s like dating-lite. And you can obviously afford it.”

Yoongi found himself nodding. Actually, it sounded ideal. “Ok. I’ll do it.”

Jin clapped his hands and Namjoon groaned. “I don’t know, hyungs. I don’t want anyone to try and take advantage of Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi smirked. “Are you saying that as my accountant?”

“No! As your friend. I don’t know. I just think we have to make sure we are careful with who you chose.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Then you pick. I trust you.”

“You want me to find a sugar baby for you?” Namjoon raised his eyebrows.

“Is that a problem?”

“No. Nope. I’d love to. Sure.”

“Great. By Friday?” Yoongi looked at him levelly.

Jin laughed. “Yoongi-ah, you’re so mean!”

“I’ll do it, Hyung. No problem,” Namjoon said.

Yoongi gave a small nod. “Good. We can have dinner at my place.”

“Any preferences? Anything to avoid?”

“Hmm. They should be attractive. Like Jin-hyung.”

Jin pouted. “Oh too bad, no one is as handsome as me.”

Namjoon pinched him with a fond smile.

“Also, uh, I like people who are nice,” Yoongi said quietly.

His friends looked at him. “What now?” Jin said.

Yoongi shrugged. “I haven’t spent a lot of time with, you know, normal people. They should be nice. Kind? Normal. Not like me.”

Namjoon nodded, his eyes a little sad. “Ok, Hyung. I understand.”

“Good. It’s a plan.”

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By the time Friday evening came, Yoongi’s life as he knew it had been turned upside down by one meddling Jin. He had come over to Yoongi’s apartment, only to freak out when he realized that Yoongi had never really furnished his apartment. He had one ancient wing back chair in his living room, a large bed in the master, and not much more than a few side tables. When he moved in, a few months before, the only room he spent any time on was his office. Of course, he didn’t really have much work to do now, so it ended up being a wasted effort. He hadn’t even put up any decorations. Jin convinced him that he needed an interior designer. Namjoon knew someone but they couldn’t come until the following week, so they decided to hold the dinner at Jin’s place.

Jin then took a look at Yoongi’s wardrobe, which was 90% black suits, and demanded that Yoongi go shopping. He expanded his wardrobe with fashionable, casual attire, but Yoongi found himself putting on a suit before driving over to Jin’s. He was too nervous to face a stranger in clothes he wasn’t used to. A suit made him feel more at ease, in control. He styled his hair down, instead of his more usual quiff, and it made him look younger, and hopefully, not so intimidating.  

He arrived at Jin’s house a little early and spent fifteen minutes just sitting in his parked car in the garage. He couldn't stop thinking about Hoseok. It had been at least three years and his one attempt at dating a man. Hoseok was a gang leader, an ally and sometime rival. They had become friends and after a night of too much drinking, they had become lovers. But in their world, to come out would mean death for either of them. So their relationship was a tightly held secret that couldn't ever interfere with their jobs. The situation made it impossible for things to really develop beyond the odd hookup, but for Yoongi it had also been the first time he had really felt love for someone, and Hoseok’s obvious disinterest in anything deeper was a painful first lesson. A lesson he didn’t intend to forget.

He checked his hair one more time in the mirror and made his way to the elevator. In this situation, it wasn’t something he had to worry about. He was paying for sex, however, Jin tried to spin it, that’s what it boiled down to. 

Jin answered the door wearing a pink frilly apron and Yoongi just had to smirk. “Nice apron.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Nice suit? What happened to all the clothes we bought?”

Yoongi removed his shoes. “This was more comfortable.”

“You’re impossible. Well, bachelor number one is already here. Lucky for you he’s quite a looker. I’m just wrapping up dinner, so make yourself comfortable.” 

Yoongi came into the living room where Namjoon was talking to the young man in question. Jin was not wrong. The two stood to greet him and he was a bit poleaxed taking him in. He was the same height as Yoongi, though more muscular, and had soft pink hair that framed his angelic face. His eyes crinkled into half-moons as he smiled and his cheeks rounded into apples. 

“Min Yoongi, this is Park Jimin,” Namjoon said.

“Hello, sunbaenim.” Jimin bowed politely. 

“You can call me hyung,” Yoongi said.

“How old are you?” Jimin looked suspicious.

Yoongi snorted. “Definitely older than you. I’m twenty-eight.”

Jimin gave a teasing smile. “You’re right. I’m twenty-two. I expected someone older.”

Yoongi was impressed by his honesty but his face stayed neutral. He took in a seat in the chair and the other two sat on the couch after he was seated. It felt a bit like a meeting between rivals, and he felt himself frown out of instinct.

“Uh, Yoongi-hyung, I met Jimin through Jin. he works as a waiter at his restaurant ‘Mangér Jin’. 

Yoongi nodded. “So you’re a waiter.”

“Well, I’m a student. I am studying at the performing arts college, and work at Jin-hyung’s restaurant part-time.”

“What are you studying?”

“Dance.” Jimin’s face lit up. “Right now I’m doing both modern and hip-hop.”

“Oh.” 

Namjoon glared at Yoongi, but he couldn’t figure out why. Jimin appeared not to notice.

“So, Hyung, what do you do?” Jimin said in a soft voice. 

“Mostly real estate. I own a few buildings.”

“Oh, I see. That must be interesting work?” 

“I don’t really do anything. I just own them, and get paid rent.”

Jimin looked abashed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Um. What do you like to do then?”

Jin saved him from answering by stepping in the room. “Dinner’s ready.” They got up and Namjoon held him back by grabbing his arm. He whispered to him as Jimin followed Jin into the dining room. “Can you be a little more friendly?” 

“What do you mean? I’m friendly.”

“Hyung, you are scaring the kid. Try to be interested in what he’s saying. Talk to him.”

They sat down at Jin’s dining table, where there were lit candles and cloth napkins in silver holders. Yoongi was impressed. He had made a pasta dish with fish, one of Yoongi’s favorites and far too many side dishes for four people. He noticed they waited to sit before him, but realized too late that he should have waited for Jin. Old habits die hard. Maybe he was too used to people showing him an inordinate amount of respect. He sighed.

“Anything wrong Yoongles?” Jin frowned down at the food he just spent three hours on.

Yoongles? He snorted. “It looks good, Jin.”

“Why do I even bother?” Jin rolled his eyes.

Namjoon looked abashed as he turned to Jimin. “He’s not great at compliments.”

Jimin giggled. “Well, I think it looks amazing, Jin-hyung. But everything you make is good, I think you must be conspiring to make me fat.”

Jin grinned at the boy and their collective attractiveness began to sting his eyes from the brightness.

He began to eat, and it was really delicious. He supposed he should say something, but he couldn’t get a word in as Jimin began to moan with every bite. “Oh hyung, this is so tasty. I don’t think you’ve ever made this for me before, why have you been keeping it from me? It’s my new favorite!”

Jin puffed up with every compliment, but it was sweet. He worked hard to change his life around and pursue cooking, and Yoongi knew how hard he worked at it. 

“This is my favorite,” Yoongi said.

Jin looked at him as if he’d just given him a diamond crown for world’s most handsome man. “Yoongi-shi. Thank you.”

Yoongi shrugged. “It’s just a fact.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin said. “Are you a bit of tsundere?”

Jin did a spit take and Namjoon nearly dropped his cup. Yoongi turned to the boy. “A Tsundere? Hmm. 

Jin kept waiting for him to explode but Jimin kept his sweet smile in place. How could anyone ever get angry at someone who looked like that? 

“You might say that.” Yoongi smiled. Namjoon actually sighed in relief and Jimin giggled again, sounding like wind chimes dancing on a spring day.

“You have a really nice laugh, Jimin,” Yoongi said.

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Oh, so you can give compliments, huh?” Jin said. 

“When I feel so inclined.” Yoongi shrugged.

Dinner passed a little easier after that. Jimin talked about school and the dances he was working on. He was obviously serious about it, and Yoongi found himself admiring his passion. Jin and Jimin talked about the restaurant and how much he had to cut back his hours as a waiter because of the time-intensity of his dance practices. Yoongi figured that was why he was here, he needed enough money to concentrate on his dance. Jin seemed genuinely sad to lose him from the restaurant, which was a high compliment. Jin held a high standard for his staff.  

Once dinner was finished, Jin and Namjoon gave them time to talk alone in the living room with the excuse of needing to pick up some dessert. Yoongi settled back into his favorite chair as Jimin perched himself on the end of the couch, looking a little small. 

“Um, Yoongi-hyung, if you don’t like me, I can go. Please don’t feel like you have to--”

“I like you, Jimin.”

He looked surprised. “You do?” 

“Yes. If you’re still interested, so I am. You need a way to pay for college I assume?”

Jimin nodded, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “My dance schedule has really ramped up this year.”

“I understand.” Yoongi looked at him with a cool expression. “Then we should talk terms. If you’re interested, that is.”

Jimin’s mouth opened a little. “I am. I should tell you that I’ve never done anything like this, so um, could you explain how it works? 

Yoongi laughed and Jimin gave a little pout. “It’s not just you. I haven’t done this before either.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why don’t I tell you what I’m looking for, and you can tell if that works for you?”

“Please do, Hyung.” Jimin gave his eye crinkling smile and Yoongi found that he kept smiling back when he did. His cheeks were sore from the unfamiliar motion.

“I was thinking we could go on dates sometime. Maybe you could come over to my place and we could spend time together.”

Jimin nodded and waited.

“And uh. Sex would be nice. If that’s something you’re okay with.”

“Uh, yeah. I kinda assumed that be part of it.”

“Is that okay?”

Jimin’s eyes became lidded. “You’re very attractive, Hyung. So yeah, I’m okay with it.”

Yoongi cleared his throat. “Okay.”

Jimin giggled and Yoongi tried not to drool. He was going to give Namjoon and Jin a fucking McCleron. 

“How should I pay you?”

Jimin’s face fell a bit. “Uh, however you want? I don’t really have anything in mind exactly.”

Yoongi shook his head. “You should though. You’re doing this for money, right? The payment matters.”

“Right. Well, I was really hoping it could fill in for the money I am making waiting tables.” 

“How much is that?”

Jimin named a figure. 

“Sure, I could give you that each week,” Yoongi said.

“Oh no, Hyung, that’s how much I make a month.”

“That’s fine. That way if it doesn’t work out, you’ll have a little extra.”

Jimin nodded slowly. “If you’re sure that’s not too much.”

“It’s nothing, Jimin.”

Yoongi took out his phone. “Give me your phone number.”

Jimin told him his number, fingers fidgeting on his leg. 

Yoongi texted him. 

 

Yoongi

This is Min Yoongi.

 

Jimin received it and let out a laugh. “Hyung, you are so formal.”

Yoongi almost wanted to blush. Almost. How did Jimin manage to affect him more than the heads of the Korean underworld? 

 

Jimin

Can’t wait to get you to know you better ;)

 

Yoongi cleared his throat. “Yeah, me too.” 

“Hyung, is there anything you want me to call you?” Jimin was still looking at his phone. 

“Uh, no. What do you mean?”

 

Jimin

Do you want me to call you daddy?

 

“Fuck no.” 

Jimin looked abashed. “Sorry hyung.”

“Don’t be sorry, just ah, don’t misunderstand. I’m not like into, having power over people. That’s not why I doing this.”

“You’re not into having power over people? But your friends treat you like your their boss.”

“I used to be their boss. Technically Namjoon still works for me.”

Jimin tilted his head. “And you kind of seem like you are used to people listening to what you say.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Maybe.”

“And you want to pay me to date you.” Jimin smiled. “And fuck you.”

Yoongi looked into the boy’s eyes. “Yes.”

“Hmm. Well, you don’t seem to hate having power over people, huh?”

Yoongi laughed. “You are pretty bold, aren’t you?”

Jimin stuck out his bottom lip. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No. I like it.” 

“Good.” He bit his lip cutely.

 

‘Yoongi’ has been changed to ‘Not Daddy’

 

Yoongi snickered. 

 

‘Jimin’ has been changed to ‘Bad Baby’

 

“Are you bad Jimin?” Yoongi said with a smile.

“You’ll just have to find out.” 

Chapter Text

Jimin texted over his schedule and they set a date for the following Wednesday. He asked Namjoon to get the interior designer in as soon as possible, figuring that would give him enough time to get the new furniture in. He woke up early on Saturday, excited and unnerved. He was amazed someone like Jimin would even agree to see him again, he was so awkward and stiff on their first meeting. Jimin was almost too good to believe. He was so attractive, but more than that, he was clever, brave and sweet. He must be missing something. People were never so good.

He made himself some coffee, dressed in an oversized sweater and boxers and waited for the designer to arrive. He checked the time, 6:15, and texted Namjoon.

    Yoongi
    Why isn’t he here yet?

He waited for a few minutes, enjoying his coffee for Namjoon to respond. He usually didn’t take more than a couple of minutes so he was surprised to not hear back for ten minutes.

    Namjoon
    Hyung. I told him Saturday ASAP. It’s 6am.

    Yoongi
    No, it’s 6:28. ASAP means now.

    Namjoon
    Ok, Hyung. I’ll get him there.

Yoongi sighed. He was starting to dislike this designer already. His boys would be waiting for him outside in the cold when he asked them to come for some job. He never had to wait for them, he just opened the door when he ready for them.

He turned on his TV, watching it from his one armchair, sighing impatiently every few minutes. At just after seven, the bell for the elevator finally rang. He looked at the camera display built into the entryway and saw Namjoon, dressed in a jacket and his pajama pants and a scruffy haired kid. He pressed the elevator entry button. “Come on up.”

He went back to his chair, crossing his arms as he waited for the elevator.

Namjoon stepped in with the designer, and Yoongi couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Hyung, this is Kim Taehyung, your designer.”

“This kid?” Yoongi looked him up and down. He was too tall, thin as a rail, and wearing baggy pants and a creatively distressed long sleeve shirt. He’d look about twelve years old, with his big doe eyes and cute face, were it not for how tall he was.

“Hello, Yoongi-shi. I am Taehyung, I look forward to working with you.”

Yoongi scowled.

Taehyung looked like he had woken up about ten minutes before, his fly was even open. “I am sorry I misunderstood the time, Hyung-nim. Please allow me to make it up to you.” He bowed again.

“Hmm. We’ll see.” He looked at Taehyung. “Your fly’s undone.”

Taehyung raised his brows and quickly fixed it with a squeak.

“Hyung, please take care of Taehyung. His firm is highly recommended. They worked on Jin’s restaurant,” Namjoon said, combing his hand through his unbrushed hair.

Yoongi sniffed. “Are the only people you know, people who work with Jin’s restaurant?”

Namjoon smiled but was obviously annoyed.

“Wait, you said the firm is recommended? Why not him?”

Tae bowed again. “This will be my first project, Hyung-nim. I’m just an intern while I finish school, but I assure you, I will give my utmost to this project.”

Yoongi glared at Namjoon. “Are you fucking kidding?”

Namjoon sighed. “Yoongi, he was the only one they had available. Design firms book months in advance.”

“Months? What are they lazy?” Yoongi shook his head. “How do they stay in business?”

Namjoon bit his lip. “Hyung, I’m trying. But this how these things work.”

“Well, whatever. Hey kid, I have a date on Wednesday, it’ll be done by then, right?”

Taehyung looked to Namjoon, eyes wide. “Done as in complete? In five days? That’s completely--”

Namjoon put up his finger for them to pause their conversation and dragged the kid away, pointing him to the kitchen and telling him to get himself some coffee.

He came back to Yoongi and folded his arms. “That’s not even in the realm of possibility.”

Yoongi inhaled deeply and sat back in his chair, eyes like daggers. “Not possible? Hmm. Is it possible to paint a wall and buy a fucking couch in five days. I feel like that would be possible.”

“Hyung, please. Most interior designers are given months to complete their work.”

“I also assume most of them have at least graduated from middle school?”

Namjoon glared. “I’m your accountant. Your friend. And Jin was making me breakfast this morning. With strawberries. Please just be nice to the kid and don’t throw him off the building. And stop thinking ‘If this was my crew it would be done in three days’. I was apart of that crew and you could get jobs done in twenty-four hours but lunch was late every single day. By like two hours. Every day, Yoongi.”

He laughed remembering. “Okay, you got me there.”

Namjoon nodded. “I’m going home. Don’t kill the kid. This place echoes it’s so empty, anything he does will help.”

With a goodbye to Taehyung, Namjoon shuffled quickly out the door. Taehyung came into the living room holding his coffee and staring around the room in something like awe.

“This apartment building is stunning Hyung. Did you just move in?”

“About five months ago.”

“Five months?” Taehyung’s eyes got big. “You’ve been living in an empty apartment for five months?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“Well, you really do need my help.”

Yoongi sighed. “I guess. So how much money do you want?”

“Hyung, uh, first we have to come up with a plan. Then we pick furniture and design elements, there’s a process?”

“Fine. Start that then.”

Taehyung looked around and put his cup on the floor so he could retrieve his bag. He looked around again before sitting on the floor in front of Yoongi’s chair.

“Hyung, you really need some furniture. Where do people sit when they come over?”

Yoongi looked into his big eyes and was a little bowled over. The kid was really handsome. “I don’t really have people over.”

“I can see why Hyung.”

“Brat!”

Taehyung gave a boxy grin. He pulled out a binder and a pen, and Yoongi noticed him flip through a few layouts, looking like the press material for the building. At least he did his homework before coming over. “Now Hyung, what would you say your design aesthetic is?”

“My what?”

“Your aesthetic? Like what interiors or styles do you like?” Yoongi looked at him blankly. “Ok, so our firm did Jin-hyung’s restaurant. Did you like that design?”

“All the chairs and tables? I mean how many tables do I need?”

Taehyung gave a dramatic sigh and pushed his hand through his long hair. “Hyung!” he whined.

Yoongi sputtered a laugh. This kid was sassy. “Well, what design whatever do you like?”

“Who me? Um. I guess right now I am into modern mixed with bohemian with a Harajuku bent.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Taehyung laughed. “Okay, Ahjussi.”

“Watch it brat, I’m not even thirty!”

“Sorry, hyung, sorry. You’re just not giving me a lot to work with here.” Taehyung pouted at him.

“Who taught you to treat your customers with so much sass?” Yoongi growled.

“I told you hyung, I’m just an intern.” And he stuck out his tongue.

Yoongi fell over with laughter. The kid was too damn cute, he couldn’t help himself.

Taehyung beamed at him, pleased. He put down his binder. “Ok hyung, I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“I need to take you on a date.”

Yoongi looked at him in shock. “Uh…”

“We need to see a few furniture stores and galleries. That way we can find your aesthetic together.”

“Oh sure. Right.” Yoongi willed his heart rate to go back to normal. People as attractive as him should know better than to joke around with the word ‘date’.

“But hyung, it’s only--” He glanced at this phone, “7:30. Nothing opens until ten at the earliest.”

Yoongi scowled. “But it still needs to be done by Wednesday.”

Taehyung opened his mouth, thinking hard. “Uh, Hyung, I will try my best. But that’s like very unreasonable. Just so you know.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“Can I ask what’s so special about Wednesday?”

Yoongi pouted his lip, unsure of what to say. He guessed it didn’t really matter, the kid worked for him now. “I’m having a date.”

“Oh, nice! What are they like, your date?” Taehyung looked excited.

“Um, he’s really pretty.” His tongue nearly got stuck on the word ‘he’ but he powered through. He was trying to not to hide now that it didn’t matter.

Taehyung’s eyes just sparkled. “Yeah? Tell me more.” Taehyung took a sip from his coffee.

“Well, I don’t know him very well. He’s nice, I guess. Really hot. Unbelievably hot.”

“Ok, then we need to make a good impression. Someone that hot shouldn’t have to sit on the floor.”

Yoongi smiled slyly. “In that case, you should probably take my chair.”

Taehyung gave a look of shock. “Who me? Hyung, you flirt!”

Yoongi felt the desire to blush and couldn’t believe it was happening twice in two days. What was happening to him?

Taehyung tried to grill him on his date, but he didn’t reveal much more about it but somehow found himself chatting with him like they were long-lost friends. He’d never met someone so charming that it put him totally at ease. Waiting until ten passed easily in Taehyung’s company.

They took Yoongi’s car to the shopping district, Taehyung spending the ride exclaiming over how nice his car was before chattering about the styles of the buildings they passed. They spent the next few hours looking at couches and paintings and sconces and barely managed to not murder each other. After hours of looking, Yoongi treated him to lunch a local ramen shop.

Taehyung slurped his soup with relish. “This is so yummy!”

“If you show me one more couch, I might drown you in it,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Then it would be a happy death.”

Yoongi smiled. The kid could charm a rock.

“So what you do you do when you're not torturing your clients?”

“Study. Work at the office. Barely have time for homework. Antagonize my best friends by never having time for them.” He sighed. “I’m glad your so nice to look at Yoongi-hyung, else this job would push me over the edge.”

He smacked his shoulder lightly. “Flirt.”

Taehyung grinned in response. “I even considered quitting my internship. It just takes up too much time.”

“But isn’t it a good opportunity if this is the job you want to do?”

“Well, to be honest, I’m more into fine art. I’m a painter. I love design, but it’s not as creatively fulfilling, you know?”

“I have no idea, kid.”

Taehyung snicked, nearly dribbling his broth. “That’s true. You really don’t.”

“Brat!” Yoongi teased.

“But yeah. I’ve been so hard up I even considered this thing one of my roommates is doing. Oh my god, you’ll laugh if I tell you.”

“What is it?”

“He’s a sugar baby? I think that’s what it's called. It’s pretty hilarious.”

Yoongi’s face fell. “Yeah, that’s pretty weird.”

Taehyung smiled dropped and he got defensive. “But it’s not that weird. Like I don’t think it’s bad. Chim Chim would never do anything bad.”

“Whoa. You’re the one who said it was hilarious.”

Taehyung sighed. “Yeah, sorry. I immediately felt bad because he’s my best friend and it sounded like I was judging him. I’m the jerk.”

“You really like him, huh?” Yoongi nudged his arm.

“You have no idea. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had. And he’s such a hard worker. That’s why he's dating for money. But I’m not saying he’s desperate! He’s perfect.”

“Ok, I get it. Your roommate is perfect. No arguments here.” Yoongi put his hands up. “But, you know, maybe the guy he’s dating isn’t so bad, I mean, maybe he’s just lonely.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “God I hope so. But if he does anything to my Chimie, I will personally destroy his ass.”

Yoongi nodded. “As you should. I can respect that kind of loyalty.”

“Thanks. But yeah, maybe if he’s not too old and gross. And if he’s a decent person. And doesn’t make Chim do any weird sex things. Then maybe it won’t be too bad. Now I just have to live in suspense because Chim won’t tell me anything.”

“I’ve, ah, thought of doing it,” Yoongi said.

“Being a sugar baby? Aren’t you already loaded?”

Yoongi snorted. “The other way, dummy.”

“Why? You’re like really hot, Hyung. You could get anyone.”

Yoongi coughed on his water. “Uh, thanks.”

Taehyung looked at him for a few beats, just holding his gaze before he gave a shy smile. It made Yoongi wanted to keep talking to him, somehow keep him interested, even at the expense of his pride.

“But you know, I’m not really good at dating. Or meeting people. So I uh, I’m going to try it, actually.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped. “Wednesday? Really?”

Yoongi looked a little mortified. “It’s weird, right? You think I’m a pervert.”

Taehyung shook his head. “No Hyung, I think whoever gets paid to date you is getting the deal of a lifetime. Like seriously, are you taking on more than one? Unless you are into really kinky stuff? Is it feet?”

Yoongi laughed. “No, I’m not that kinky. Not that I know of.”

“Then, wow, I don’t get it. You are one of the coolest, prettiest people I’ve met.”

“Flirt,” Yoongi said.

Taehyung’s expression turned a little sly. “You know Hyung, I’m serious. If you have any sugar baby openings, I would definitely apply.”

“Hmm. Well, I might have, if only my apartment was done.”

“Ok, if I can finish your apartment by Wednesday, will you take me on a date?”

Yoongi could hardly believe it. Two sugar babies? That was crazy, right? But Taehyung had really won him over, he was a little impossible to say no to. And he was sexy as hell.

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s talk about it over dinner. On Thursday.”

Taehyung stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

Yoongi shook it. “Deal”

And then Taehyung kissed him on the cheek. This time he couldn’t stop it, Min Yoongi, former gangster, blushed.

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Yoongi awoke on Sunday a little in awe of his situation. He had arranged to start dating two sugar babies, two gorgeous, charming young men. It was too surreal. He spent a long time examining himself in the mirror. They were both way too attractive for him. He knew he had money but he really wanted them to like him. There was something deeply unsatisfying thinking that either boy was only interested in him for money, even if that was one of their main motivations. Eventually, he would need to date people he wasn’t paying, and he needed the confidence to do so. He pinched his arms and looked at his pale, thin legs and sighed. He needed some help.

    Yoongi
    Namjoon. I need muscles.

    Namjoon
    Hyung is everything okay? Are you in danger?

    Yoongi
    No, not muscle. Actual muscles. I am too skinny.

    Namjoon
    Ha, ha, Hyung. Are you getting self-conscious about your date?

    Yoongi
    No. Shut up.

    Namjoon
    Sure, Hyung. But in case you are, let me send over the address of my gym.

    Yoongi
    Yeah do it. So like how often should I go? And what exercises should I do? And how does one...exercise?

    Namjoon
    Hyung-nim. Why do you treat me like your personal assistant?

    Yoongi
    I pay you. That means you work for me.

    Namjoon
    I am an extremely valuable investor, accountant, and financial manager, Hyung.

    Yoongi
    And?

    Namjoon
    Nevermind. Ugh. I will arrange a personal trainer for you. Tomorrow work?

    Yoongi
    Do it.

When Namjoon next replied he had a scheduled time to meet a personal trainer the next morning.

The gym wasn't far from his apartment, and after a lazy Sunday spent doing nothing much, he was ready for a Monday of self-improvement. He made it to the gym at eight and was told to meet a guy named Jungkook on the floor. He expected that personal trainers would be in good shape, but when he saw the kid he thought it just wasn't fair. Not fair at all. As he approached him, he took in the fact that he was tall, and every part of his body taut and thick with muscles. He wore shorts and a tank top, exposing his body to the best effect. Yoongi sighed.

"Oh, hi. Are you my eight o'clock?" Jungkook said with a shy smile.

And that simply was too far. The kid was adorable somehow. He was built, but his face, though masculine with a sharp jawline, was still sweet. He had a little bunny smile and two big round eyes. Definitely working out with this Adonis was never going to improve his confidence.

"I'm Min Yoongi." Yoongi had put on shorts and a sweatshirt that he must have borrowed from Namjoon because it was so long the ends of the sleeves kept bunching around his hands and almost covering his shorts.

Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds and Yoongi felt self-conscious as the boy eyed him, saying nothing.

"Kid. You want to start?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, of course. Sorry. Let's do a fitness test and then we can set some goals." His eyes hadn't moved from Yoongi, seeming to focus on his sweater, even as he spoke.

Yoongi shifted under his gaze. "I didn't know what to wear."

Jungkook finally looked up. "Oh, that's fine. You can wear anything. I like the sweater. Cute kitty paws." He smiled at him with a light blush.

"What the fuck did you say?" Yoongi growled.

But the kid just giggled. "You're really cute, Yoongi-hyung."

He sighed but didn't push it. Jungkook reminded him of some guys from his old crew, the muscle heads who mainly worked protection and enforcement. The ones he could never intimidate off the bat.

"Maybe stop calling me cute and I won't put your head in the steam press over there." Yoongi pointed to one of the metal monstrosities on the far wall.

Jungkook laughed. "Steam press? That's an arm press. You should learn the equipment first, Hyung, before you try to use them as weapons." His bunny grin was infectious and Yoongi found himself smiling without meaning to.

“Okay, good point. Teach me the machines so I know how to beat you up with them.”

Jungkook gave him a sly look. “I don’t think I’m going to be the one getting beat up, Hyung-nim.” He pulled the arm press down with ease, showing Yoongi the proper position and highlighting the raw strength in his arms and Yoongi gulped. No one should be that hot doing exercise. It was very distracting.

Jungkook tortured him for a solid hour during the fitness test, which he was pretty sure was designed to make people feel woefully inadequate. Jungkook tested his strength in his arms, legs, back, and thighs and even made him run in place. All the time he would place his hand gently on him, showing him proper positioning and the touches began to burn. Jungkook stroked down his arms when he talked about bicep exercises and squeezed his thigh as he mounted the stair machine. Yoongi concentrated on not getting any embarrassing erections.

But strangely he found Jungkook really easy to talk to. He was straightforward, impossible to intimidate, and genuine in an almost innocent way. He radiated a natural confidence. He was good at what he did and it didn’t make him either prideful or insecure, just competent. After a while Yoongi found himself enjoying being in his company, though his body was suffering.

“How old are you, anyway?” Yoongi said.

“Twenty. I’m an adult.”

Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “You’re cute.”

“Hyung! I’m not cute, I’m very mature.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Sorry, kid. Mature is not the word for you.”

Jungkook gave a little disgruntled whine before getting his revenge by making Yoongi run on a treadmill. By the end of the session, Yoongi’s sweater felt heavy with how much sweat had soaked into it and he just sat on the floor with an angry glare pointed at Jungkook.

“You did good, Hyung.”

“I hate you. There is nothing good about you. I’m going to take a hit out on you.”

Jungkook grinned at him. “You know, most people end up hating me at the end of the sessions. It’s really not good for my self-esteem.”

“You seem okay. But I’m not. My entire body hurts and it’s your fault.”

“Hmm, we can fix that.” Jungkook lifted him up like he weighed nothing and got Yoongi on his feet. He then led him to the locker room and once inside started to strip his clothes off. Yoongi was so shocked he just watched the show with his mouth open as Jungkook got naked in front of him. He was really...perfect. Like a sculpture. And his dick, damn.

Jungkook snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Hyung. Strip. Come on.”

Yoongi didn’t know what was happening anymore, but his hands started to remove the oversized sweatshirt. Jungkook walked over to a shower and rinsed off quickly. Yoongi watched every precious second of it, but tried not to stare too obviously. It was a toss-up. He needed the image of Jungkook’s body slowly writhing under the water. He was going to savor that memory, later when he was alone. He pulled off his shorts and thankfully he didn’t have an erection, but it was a close thing.

“Come rinse off Hyung, and we’ll hit the steam room,” Jungkook said from under the cascade of water.

That made more sense. For a moment there he thought he was going to get lucky. Of course, his muscles were so sore and shaky he couldn't manage a hug much less anything more taxing, so maybe it was for the best that he wasn’t getting seduced. Nope, he was disappointed. What right did that kid have for being so damn hot?

He showered quickly, just rinsing off the sweat and Jungkook handed him a small towel and he followed him into the steam room. Jungkook sat down, leaning his head back on the tiles and not bothering to cover himself. It was pornographic. Everything about the kid was in perfect proportion. And muscles. So many muscles.

“Hyung.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.”

Fuck. “I’m not. I’m in a daze. I can’t feel my limbs.” He lifted his arm a little. “What have you done to my poor noodle arms? You’re cruel, Jungkook.”

Jungkook grinned and leaned forward, grasping the arm he extended and letting his fingers dig into the muscles. He began to massage his arms and Yoongi let out a moan.

“You don’t have noodle arms, Hyung. But yeah the first day is always hard. It will get better.”

Jungkook scooted closer to him, almost shyly, and started to massage his other arm. Yoongi had to reposition the towel covering his crotch and tried to concentrate on unsexy things while Jungkook’s strong hands dug into his arm muscles slowly. He moaned again, letting his head drop back. It felt so good he lost all sense of what he had been trying to think about. The steam was making him dizzy and he felt his body relax. He must have slumped forward because the next thing he knew he was being held up by Jungkook, wrapped in his strong arms. He looked down at Yoongi, as he blinked dazedly.

“Hyung.” His voice was just a whisper. “Do you want to go out sometime?”

“Huh?” Yoongi was too relaxed to follow what was happening.

“On a date?”

“Yeah. Hmmm, nice.”

Jungkook giggled. “Just don’t tell my boss. We’re not supposed to date clients.”

“Kay.” Yoongi let his head fall forward onto Jungkook’s pec. It was beautiful. It was glorious. It was the pillow of gods. The chest muscle of an angel. He hoped he wasn’t drooling.

“Hyung you can’t pass out. It’s not good.”

Yoongi tried to flip him off. He made his choice and he staying right where he was. Except he wasn’t. He felt his body be lifted into Jungkook’s arms like a doll. If he was anymore conscious he would have felt embarrassed, but he was beyond that emotion. It felt really good actually, to be handled so easily and confidently by Jungkook.

He was placed back on his feet a moment later and held up by Jungkook as he was pushed under a cool shower spray. His head never left his perfect pec pillow, and that was good. Eventually the cold water did the trick and he was awake enough to feel a little shame. He stepped back, but Jungkook kept an arm around his waist so he didn’t fall.

“Uh, sorry. Wow, I really got dizzy there.”

“Don’t worry Hyung, I took care of you.”

He looked into Jungkook’s eyes, big, brown and deep and felt his words to be true. Yoongi had the desire to kiss him, looking at his lips as they stood too close together under the stream of water, but he was more awake now, so suppressed the desire. Barely.

After convincing Jungkook that he wouldn’t fall he washed off the sweat again and soon they were dressing near the lockers. Jungkook reached out for his phone when he went to put it in his jeans pocket.

Yoongi gave his phone to him and watched as Jungkook put his number into it.

“Let me know when you want to have our date Hyung.” He grinned, his eyes crinkling.

“Oh. Really?”

Jungkook nodded solemnly. “You still want to, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that would be great. How about Friday?” What was he doing? Didn’t he already have two dates this week? But who would ever say no to this kid?

“Yeah, perfect. Friday night. Text me.” With that Jungkook winked at him and left the locker room.

Yoongi stared after him, still a little dizzy and utterly confused. Karma definitely didn’t exist because things were going way too well for one very scary gangster turned gay-hottie-magnet named Min Yoongi.

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Jimin was having a rough week. He had yet to give his notice at Jin’s restaurant, wanting to at least have a couple of dates with Yoongi before he relied on the income, but with professional dance auditions coming up in the next couple months, his practice times had doubled, and he was making up for lack of sleep in the classroom. That day he had even drooled on his notebook during an abnormal psych lecture. As he reached his apartment, all he wanted to do was sleep for a week but knew that wasn’t happening any time soon.

He opened the door to the criminally small flat. It was just a small kitchenette with a tiny dining table, a small living room, only big enough for a loveseat, a tiny bedroom, and a bathroom. The bedroom that he shared with Jungkook and Taehyung was smaller than average, so they could only fit one bunk bed. Luckily they found one where the lower bed was wider than the upper bed, so two could share it the bottom. But it was cramped.

Jungkook was sitting on the couch, playing a videogame and Taehyung was sleeping on a pile of papers and binders, sat at the table.

“Hey, I’m home.” Jimin pulled off his shoes and dropped his backpack.

“Sup.” Jungkook didn’t look away from the screen.

Jimin walked over to Taehyung and stroked his hair softly. “Poor thing, he’s been working so hard.”

“Yeah, his client is a dick,” Jungkook said between shoving shrimp chips in his mouth.

Jimin looked at the scattered pictures of furniture and price lists strewn about the table. Taehyung had been working non-stop, without sleep for the past few days. He even skipped some of his classes to work on this guy’s place. Rich guys really had no consideration.

As he kneaded into Taehyung’s scalp the boy moaned and then his head shot up in surprise. He had lines on one side of his face from resting on the binder. “What day is it?” He said, panicked.

“It’s Monday Tae Tae.” Jimin moved behind him to rub his neck and shoulders.

“Oh good. Okay. Shit, this job is going to kill me.”

“You should tell this guy to go to hell, Tae,” Jungkook said.

Taehyung shook his head. “No way. If you saw him, you wouldn’t say that.” His eyes got a little dreamy. “Chim, he is so hot. He’s like a hot jackpot. I’m going to give him the best designed apartment in the city and then I’m going to snatch him up. I’m going to hit that jackpot so hard.”

“What? You like the guy? He’s totally unreasonable though.” Jimin sat next to his friend and started to look for snacks buried under Taehyung’s papers.

“Didn’t I tell you Chim?”

“Tae, we haven’t seen each other since Friday.”

“Oh yeah.” Tae looked around a little dreamily, still under the spell of his nap.

Jungkook whined and threw down the controller, he must have lost his game. He joined them at the small table.

“So you like the guy?” Jungkook said.

“Hmmm. I like him a lot.” Taehyung nodded.

“I just met someone too.” Jungkook stuffed five chips in his mouth.

“Kookie met someone? Inconceivable!” Taehyung stole a chip from his mouth.

“Well, I’m interested. You never like anyone.” Jimin said.

“Right? He’s surrounded by hot guys at the gym every day but never asks anyone out. I was sure you would die a virgin.” Taehyung and Jungkook wrestle for the last chips, as Jimin takes advantage of their distraction and quickly shoves them in his mouth.

Jungkook whines at the loss. “I never really liked anyone before. Plus, I don’t like muscley guys. This one is perfect. He could fit in my pocket. I just want to eat him up.”

Jimin laughed and started to play with Taehyung’s fingers. “I bet you just drooled over him and never said a word.”

Taehyung nodded agreement.

“Nope. I asked him out. We have a date on Friday.”

“Wow! Congrats Kookie!” Jimin beamed at him, proud that he managed to get over his shyness enough to ask someone out.

Taehyung began to sing, “My boy is becoming a maaaannnnn!”

“Shut up!” Jungkook grinned.

Taehyung showed his boxy smile, a little lopsided with how sleepy he was. “I also have a date. My client agreed to take me out once the apartment is done. But even better, Chim, you’ll never believe it, he wants to be my sugar daddy, too!”

Jimin frowned. “Wait. The asshole who’s making you finish his apartment in five days, wants to be your sugar daddy? I don’t know Tae, I don’t like the sound of this guy.”

“You’re such a hypocrite Jimin! You are literally already a sugar baby! And he’s not an asshole, he’s an adorable grumpy kitten.”

Jimin frowned at his best friends. “Um guys, describe the guy you’re dating.”

“Tiny. Like you.”

Jimin smacked Jungkook’s arm.

“Yeah, mine too. Only my guy is pretty. And his voice is like so hot, like daddy’s-gonna-give-you-spanking hot!”

“Oh dude, mine too. Like my guy is all gravelly and mature but then he’s so whiny and cute.” Jungkook grinned. “I nearly jumped him in the shower. It’s lucky I didn’t get hard.”

Jimin was scowling now. This was starting to be too big of a coincidence. “What’s his name?”

“Yoon--”

“Yoongi-hyung.” Taehyung looked at Jungkook in shock.

“That’s the name of my sugar daddy. Min Yoongi?” Jimin said.

The other two nodded. Jimin blushed in anger. “You’re both trying to steal my sugar daddy! You dicks!”

Taehyung swiveled his head between the two others. “How was I supposed to know? Oh, wait, shit.” He pointed at Jimin. “You’re Wednesday! Holy shit. You’re the reason I’ve been working so hard.”

Jimin gasped. “That’s when our first date is.”

“You’re why I had to finish by Wednesday.” Taehyung scowled. “Why couldn’t you have made a date for Friday?”

Jungkook managed to find another bag of snacks and was breaking it open. “That’s when my date is.”

Jimin groaned. “Guys, this is bad. I need this thing with Yoongi to work out. I can’t keep waiting tables and maintain my practice schedule. This was my way out.”

Taehyung frowned. “I know Chim, but I’m in the same boat. If I keep working at the design firm, I’ll miss out on oil painting practicum. Shit. I knew he was too good to be true.” Taehyung dropped his head to the table in defeat.

Jungkook shrugged. “I just asked him out on a date. I don’t even need money.”

His best friends glared at him in perfect unison. “What?”

“Dude, if you date-date him, it screws both of us over. He’ll dump us and just date you. And what if he falls for you? You’ll be stealing away the best sugar daddy a boy could ask for, we’ll still be broke and I’ll never get to tame that kitten.” Taehyung whined. “I hate you Kookie. I will murder you with poison, for you are far too strong for me to fight fairly.”

Jungkook nodded his agreement. “I’ll give him up if you want me to, Hyungs. I mean, I’ll be sad ‘cause he’s the first guy I’ve ever been into. But I’ll do it for you guys.”

Jimin and Taehyung stared at him in awe before starting to coo at him. “Kookie is so sweet.” “We raised him so well.” “Why is he so adorable?”

“Stop!” He shoved their petting hands away.

“Okay, let’s think about this.” Jimin began. “I don’t want to screw over my two best friends over some guy. Even though, I like him. And I think he’s super hot. And he’s as rich as Midas and agreed to pay me FOUR TIMES what I make now. So, maybe, I don’t know, we could share him?”

“Four times? Nice. Ugh, I really need the money. And look at this place. We live like rats.” Taehyung said.

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve seen rats in the alley by the gym that live better than we do.”

“I don’t even have enough room to design this place. Or any money for furniture. Ugh. Yoongi’s place has five bedrooms. Five!”

“Kookie, would you consider maybe being a sugar baby instead of dating him?” Jimin said.

“Why would I? I already know I like him. And I don’t want money for that.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t, and I know it’s not great to ask for money like this, but this is going to actually save my ass. But there’s no way he’s going to be interested in me when he could get a muscle pig like you for free.”

Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkook’s. “Kookie, take the nice man’s money. Do it for the team.”

“I don’t know. It feels a bit weird. Like I don’t have a lot of experience like you guys do. Isn’t a bit weird to have my first boyfriend pay me?”

Jimin looked pained. “Kookie, I know it’s a lot to ask--”

Taehyung gasped. “Kook. Get this. If we quit our jobs Chim and I will have weekends free. Which means lazing around in our underwear playing video games. All. Weekend.”

Jungkook’s eyes got big. “Okay deal.”

Jimin broke into giggles. “Oh my god, Kookie.”

“Cool. But like how should I ask him about it? It’ll be pretty awkward.” Jungkook said.

“Don’t worry Kook, I’ll talk to him on Wednesday. I need to know how he came after my roommates within a day of making a date with me, that little devil. I will negotiate for the three of us,” Jimin said.

“I don’t know Chim, like you are great at many things, but negotiating?”

Jimin frowned at Taehyung. “Fine you do it. When are seeing him?”

“We have our first date on Thursday.”

“Wow, he really filled up the week with us. What a dirty old man he is.” Jimin snickered.

“He’s not that old. He’s a dirty young man. Hmm, god he’s hot,” Taehyung said.

“Ass. He’s got a nice ass. Little and cute and… yeah.” Jungkook stared into the distance.

“Are you guys really okay with, you know, sleeping with the same guy?” Jimin pushed his fingers through his hair.

“I mean, yeah?” Jungkook came back online. “Like I’m a little nervous because you know, I haven’t done much before. It will be cool to ask you two for advice. Like what he likes and stuff.”

“I guess that’s a good benefit,” Jimin smirked at him.

“I don’t really mind sharing. I mean I can’t really do a relationship right now with how busy I am, so if anything it might be good to have him distracted by you two. As long as he’s still into me, I’m good with it,” Taehyung said.

“Yeah, agreed. Ok then. I’ll talk to him about us a little and suggest he keeps all three of us. Then Tae will swoop in and do some intense negotiating magic. And hopefully we can make this work and we quit our jobs. Sound like a plan?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Yeah, Chim. You soften him up for me and then I’ll swoop in for the kill.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh don’t worry. He’s going to be a tame little kitten by the time I’m done with him.”

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Wednesday came quickly, though each time he saw Taehyung, Jimin felt a pang of guilt as the boy didn’t sleep beyond a couple of power naps in his race to finish Yoongi’s apartment. Jimin was a little excited to see the final result but also wanted to kick Yoongi for how hard Taehyung had to work. The poor kid was currently collapsed on their bed and would probably sleep through the night.

He found Yoongi’s building and despite what Taehyung had told him, was shocked by how nice it was. The penthouse even had its own private elevator, and he had to give the concierge his name before the elevator was called for him. He stepped in and his nervousness caught up with him. Yoongi was maybe too rich. And he was definitely too young and too hot to need to pay for company. Probably the money didn’t mean anything to him, but it still struck Jimin as odd.

Learning that Yoongi liked his roommates was a bit of a blow. Jimin was pretty confident about his looks, and he had plenty of experience with men, but if there were two people that outdid him, in his humble opinion, it was Taehyung and Jungkook. As muscular as his dancer’s body was, it could not compare to the beautiful beefcake of Jungkook. And he was pretty. And a sweetheart who took no shit from anyone. And Taehyung, his soulmate and best friend, was the prettiest person Jimin had ever met. Long, elegant, stylish, interesting, weird in the best way. There was no person more charming or attractive than Kim Taehyung. Against those two, Jimin was sure he paled in comparison. He bit the inside of his cheek and started to fiddle his fingers as the elevator door opened onto Yoongi’s floor.

The entryway was two floors tall and it was early enough in the evening that the light was streaming in from a large window over the elevator. The apartment was massive, taking up the entire top two floors of the building. But Jimin’s eyes were drawn to the decor as he slowly walked towards the main room. There was a mix of modern white leather and dark wood furniture. He noticed a huge painting centered on the left wall and it just screamed Taehyung. It was abstract, colorful and vibrant. There were a smattering of accessories, looking like little artifacts, decorating the tables and mantles. It looked interesting, expensive and intimidating as hell. Even knowing that Taehyung was the only reason the place looked this good didn’t stop Jimin from beginning to shudder with nerves. He picked at his bargain blouse, the nicest one he owned, and tried not to tell himself how little someone like him belonged in this luxurious place.

“Hey.” Yoongi walked in from what looked like the hallway to the kitchen, wearing a dress shirt with a couple of buttons undone, and tight black slacks. His hair was pushed back and his eyes dark and intense. Jesus. He smiled, but just a little bit, and Jimin had to remind himself to breathe before his hands started to shake too noticeably.

Yoongi was intimidating, so much that at their first meeting he was certain Yoongi didn’t like him. He’d never met someone who just radiated power and control the way Yoongi did. Despite his small (average!) stature, he was cool and dominating. It was a little hard to reconcile the cute stories his roommates told about him with the man before him. How did they ever get past this strong exterior to find the sweet candy center? Jimin didn’t know how he thought he ever had a chance of getting this guy to like him.

“Uh, hi Yoongi-shi.” He bowed and felt a bit silly. “I was just admiring your place.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing isn’t it?” Yoongi looked around in wonder. “It’s like a completely different place. Just wait until you see the dining room.”

Jimin felt himself relax, if only a little, at his friendly tone. What a difference five days makes. He seemed so much less stiff than at their first meeting. Jimin shyly indicated towards the huge painting. “I really love this one. It’s incredible.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe how much the kid made me pay for it, but I like it. It’s good.”

Jimin moved a little closer to Yoongi, tilting his head. “Kid? What kid, Hyung-nim?”

“Oh.” Yoongi bit his bottom lip. “The interior designer… kid.”

“Hmmm. You mean Taehyung?”

Yoongi frowned. “You know him?”

Jimin gave his musical laugh. “Hyung! Stop pretending you don’t know! Taehyung is my roommate. You know, my best friend? The one who hasn’t gotten more than two hours of sleep in the last few days because of a certain someone.”

“Wait, what? Uh, no I didn’t know that. You and Taehyung are roommates?”

“Yes. And we have another roommate. I think you might know his name too,” Jimin moved closer, almost touching him. “What’s his name, Hyung?”

Yoongi scowled and Jimin felt a little spike of fear. “You don’t mean...that’s not possible right? You don’t mean Jungkook…?”

Jimin nodded. “Why are you seducing all my roommates, Hyung?”

“Shit.” Yoongi was flustered. “I really had no idea. Oh my god, you must think I’m a total pervert.”

Jimin laughed again and reached out to stroke his arm. “Well, I was a little surprised. We hadn’t even had our first date and you picked up two other boys. My best friends. Do you have a thing for best friends or something?”

“Oh my god. That is way too big to be a coincidence, isn’t it? Shit.” Yoongi pulled away, to Jimin’s disappointment and went to sit on the couch, putting his head in his hands.

Jimin followed him to the couch but was only brave enough to sit at the opposite end. “Well, I’m guessing you hired Tae because his firm did Jin’s restaurant? That’s how I got my waiter job there, Tae introduced me to Jin. And then you must have asked Jin or Namjoon for a gym to go to? I told Jin about the gym when Kookie started working there, and I know Namjoon does a pilates class there.”

Yoongi looked up a little relieved. “Of course. Namjoon only knows like five people, so that makes sense. I’m going to kill him.”

“Well, maybe he didn’t know you were going to hit on everyone you met?” Jimin said a little sharply.

“Oh god, Jimin I’m so sorry. You probably think I’m such a dog. You must all hate me.” His eyes were sincere and it made Jimin melt a little. He was really worried.

Jimin shook his head. “No, I don’t. I was surprised when the three of us figured out that we were all talking about the same person. I guess I thought you wanted to date just me? But I can’t fault your taste. Tae and Kookie are really wonderful guys.”

“But I won’t if you don’t want me to. We had an agreement and I didn’t even talk to you about it. I really should have told you.”

Jimin bit his lip. “But probably now that you’ve met them, maybe you aren’t as interested in me? If that’s true, it’s really okay. I know how great they are, you know? I would totally understand.”

Yoongi scooted closer to him to the couch, their knees touching. “No Jimin, that’s not true. I am very interested in you.” He placed a tentative hand on his knee. “But I can understand if you’re angry with me. If you didn’t want this thing to happen, just let me pay for your expenses and you can never see me again.”

Jimin licked his lips in thought. “I don’t know if I would like that.”

“What do you want? Let me make it up to you.”

“Hmmm. Well, I was looking forward to this arrangement. You seem really interesting and cool and... I don’t know. I was kind of excited. If you’re sure you still want me, then can we continue to see each other? Like we planned?”

Yoongi grinned. “Yeah, we can. Should I break things off with Taehyung and Jungkook? Do you want me to do?”

“Actually, the three of us talked about it. And we are okay with sharing you if you are. Maybe you could talk to them and work out the details, but I’m okay with it.”

“Wow. Okay, of course, you three talked. I still can’t believe you’re all roommates. What’s with this apartment? Was being extremely attractive a requirement to getting on the lease?”

Jimin giggled. “Oh, no, just a normal tiny apartment. We live in a total shithole, actually. Like our entire apartment could fit in your entryway.”

Yoongi smiled. “You three are a little unbelievable. Maybe too good to be true?”

“That’s funny coming from you.”

Yoongi looked perplexed. “Why’s that?”

Jimin smacked his thigh. “Oh you mean just some incredibly hot, intense guy who wants to pay my bills and lives in the nicest apartment I’ve ever seen? That’s pretty unbelievable.”

“You know.” Yoongi frowned. “You don’t have to say things like that to me. Don’t feel like just because there’s money involved or anything that you have to compliment me. You can always be honest with me Jimin.”

Jimin scowled before he softened his expression. “Well, I am pretty honest, so I’m glad you want that. I don’t think I could be with someone I had to pretend to like, even for money. That’s why this is so hard to believe. Because, Yoongi-hyung, you are really, really attractive. And nice. And cool. And scary. And I like you. A lot.” The last words came out whispered, and Jimin was leaning into him, his face inches away.

Yoongi made the first move, pressing their lips together gently. Jimin felt a tension release inside his stomach. He was kissing him. Yoongi actually liked him. He couldn’t believe it. Their lips began to tangle more firmly now and Jimin was breathing through his nose and leaning into the sensation. He put his hand on the back of Yoongi’s neck gently squeezing as he tilted his head and parted his lips. Yoongi’s tongue traced his bottom lip and Jimin took that as permission to deepen the kiss, letting his passion guide him. He pulled Yoongi tight against him and licked into his mouth with fervor. He tasted like whiskey and mint his soft lips felt amazing. His tongue explored his so softly, it stirred Jimin to take control and really convey his feelings. One hand began to explore Yoongi’s chest, small fingers tracing his ribs and stomach while his other hand pressed Yoongi’s head into the kiss. They pushed and pulled against each other's lips until they were swollen. They were panting when Yoongi broke the kiss and their foreheads pressed together.

“Wow,” Yoongi said. “Jimin, you are amazing.”

Jimin couldn’t help but blush. He had to suppress the feelings of fondness that started in his chest. This was only an arrangement, as good as it might seem, feelings were something he needed to avoid.

“Thanks.” Jimin let his hands rest around Yoongi’s waist. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

A chime sounded. “Oh, right. I ordered dinner.” Yoongi extracted himself from Jimin and padded over to the entry. He came back holding two huge bags of takeout, each holding at least four containers.


“Is there more people joining us for dinner?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I asked Jin what kind of food you liked, and he said you like everything. So... I got you everything.”

Jimin giggled and his hand flew up to cover his mouth. It was so sweet he felt his heart swell.

Bad heart! Stop it.

He followed Yoongi into the dining room and gasped as they entered. It was a large room, and the table Taehyung had found was pretty impressive, a huge dark wood table that could fit ten, but ceiling was what blew him away. Starting from the center of the ceiling was a sculpture with rays coming out like the sun was strung these silver strands of metal that were covered in tiny white lights. The light radiated from the center in long arches to the edge of the ceiling. It would have taken painstaking hours to install, and the effect was completely magical. Yoongi started to lay out the food as Jimin just stared at that ceiling, overwhelmed. It was just so beautiful, so Taehyung. He remembered the time Taehyung bought ten sets of white fairy lights and tried to cover the ceiling of their bedroom in a similar way, but had been so frustrated that it hadn’t come out the way he had envisioned it. Jimin felt a tear come to his eye as he realized his friend had finally done he intended, and it was so much more beautiful.

Yoongi put a gentle hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”

Jimin wiped his eye with his sleeve. “Sorry, I’m such a sap. I’m just so impressed, Taehyung is so talented.”

“Yeah. I totally agree.”

Yoongi shook his head as if astonished.

“I know,” Jimin said. “I’m a total crybaby.”

“No. I’m just really blown away by you Jimin. You care about your friend so much his accomplishments bring you to tears.” His voice became soft as he considered. “I’ve never met anyone like you before. Really, I didn’t think anyone like you was possible.”

Jimin stared back, looking into the deep wells of Yoongi’s eyes, feeling his heart race. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Putting his emotions into physical expression was Jimin’s particular expertise, and he was across the room before he knew he started moving. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulled him into his lips desperately. They kissed more fervently now, something unleashed. Jimin was being pushed back against the table and he lifted himself up so Yoongi could press his body between his legs. He easily wrapped his strong thighs around Yoongi and pulled him closer, their crotches rubbing against each other. Jimin’s hands ran through Yoongi’s hair pulled him closer, lips colliding hungrily. Yoongi was pushing under Jimin’s shirt to run his hands along his back, long fingers tracing his muscles. His hands moved down until he wrapped both hands around the swells of ass and squeezed. Jimin moaned into his mouth and pressed Yoongi closer with his legs. They were both getting hard and he couldn’t help but grind his hips as his erection grew. Yoongi fell into his rhythm, pulling him closer with each squeeze of his ass. It started to get uncomfortable with how hard he was getting, as he rubbed against the rough fabric of his jeans.

They broke apart, both breathing hard and Jimin shivered as he looked at the other man. Yoongi’s eyes were so dark and hungry, his mouth open, and that dark side of Yoongi, the cold and intense power, was directed at him. It was overwhelming, a bit scary, and more so, erotic. If Jimin wasn’t already hard, that look alone could have gotten him there.

“Hyung. Fuck me.”

Yoongi blinked and then nodded. He grabbed Jimin’s hand and led him out of the room. Yoongi was moving quickly but the apartment was huge. He led him back to the main room and upstairs, They passed what seemed like a hundred doors before making it to the end of the hall where double doors led to the master suite. He barely had time to take in the tasteful choices Taehyung had made before Yoongi pressed him back onto the large canopied bed. The bedspread was thrown to the side and Yoongi was taking off his shirt. Jimin followed suit, pulling off his shirt and unzipping his pants. He wiggled out of his skinny jeans and looked up to see Yoongi just staring at him, hand paused at the clasp of his pants.

“Jesus Jimin. You are so beautiful.” He growled his words, and Jimin shivered again. He took his time removing his black briefs, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them like a dance move. Yoongi drank in every inch of him, moving closer, his pants still on. He put his hands around his biceps, stroking down his arms before moving to his chest. He explored every divit and ridge, his hands caressing each muscle tenderly. Yoongi almost looked dazed as he kneeled down in front of him stroking from his hips and down his legs, taking his time stroking along Jimin’s thighs. He moved to squeeze along the muscles, almost massaging them, until his large hands were pressing hard enough to bruise. Jimin moaned breathily and his erection twitched. Yoongi moved closer laying a kiss on the curve of his hip.

“Jimin, are you sure?”

Jimin nodded and bit his lip. “Please, Hyung.”

Yoongi grabbed his dick, eclipsing it in his long fingers before bringing the tip to his lips. He kissed it squeezing the tip between his lips before pressing his tongue in and tasting his precome. He opened his mouth and began to suck it down, using pressure to slowly engulf most of his length. Jimin was moaning in short high pitched gasps. Yoongi moved his lips up and down his length, sucking as he went, pressing the shaft with his tongue. Jimin was whining high-pitched little noises, his head thrown back. Yoongi removed his hand and took Jimin’s length fully down his throat. Jimin screamed. “Oh fuck, Hyung.”

Yoongi pulled off, catching his breath, and looked up at Jimin who was shivering his mouth open and eyes lolling. “Get on the bed.”

Jimin scrambled up onto the mattress and Yoongi stood up and removed his pants and boxers. His dick was large, bigger than Jimin and long. Yoongi pulled open a bedside table and laughed.

Jimin looked over and saw the drawer was completely full of bottles of lube. There must be twenty bottles of it. He giggled. “Tae.”

Yoongi smiled and grabbed a bottle crawling towards him. His smile relaxed as he stared, the look of dark hunger replacing it. Jimin had to look away, looking up to fabric canopy that was painted to look like a sky at sunset, dotted with little clouds and flying birds. It was stunning. He felt Yoongi’s hand grasp his hip and he opened his legs so he could seat himself between them.

“Jimin-ah.”

He looked back then, feeling such a range of emotions and desires he couldn’t respond.

“Can I?”

Jimin nodded and bit his lip. He didn’t remember the last time sex had made him so nervous. Maybe it was the apartment, so gilded and beautiful and lush. Or maybe it was the way Yoongi was so sweet and tender one minute and then when his eyes got dark, so intense and powerful. The mixture was like no one he had ever met, unique and mysterious. He was so complicated and amazing, and somehow he wanted him. It didn’t seem possible.

Yoongi began to rub his lubed finger along his entrance, making slow circles before thrusting it inside him. Jimin gasped and felt shocks run the length of his body. He quickly got used to the finger, impressed with how long it was and how deeply it pressed in. Yoongi added another, adding more lube and moving quickly. There was a little pain but not much. Jimin breathed and forced himself to relax. When Yoongi added a third finger he aimed his fingers more intentionally, finding his prostate and Jimin whined. His fingers started to thrust harder now, pressing into that sweet spot each time. Jimin was panting. Yoongi removed his fingers suddenly and spread a condom down his length before coating it in lube. Yoongi leaned over his body and pressed a kiss to his lips. As his tongue pressed into his lips, his cock pressed inside him. Jimin moaned into the kiss, the thickness of his cock overwhelming him. Yoongi bottomed out and pressed their chests together, snaking an arm beneath Jimin’s body. He then began to thrust, holding Jimin closely, their faces pressed into each others' necks.

The cock inside of him large enough it pressed against his prostate with every movement. Jimin was almost singing with his moaning and whining, high pitched and desperate. Yoongi harmonized him in low growly groans as he thrust hard and slow into Jimin. Endless minutes passed in the musical tempo of their pleasure. Jimin’s eyes rolled, he was getting close, but he couldn’t say anything, couldn’t warn him. He could only keen as the feelings totally overwhelmed him. Yoongi’s grunts increased in volume and his hips were slamming into Jimin now. He began to pant, his pace accelerating. Jimin’s body, bouncing against Yoongi’s ruthless pace, started to unwind, he clenched his toes and grasped his fingers as pleasure shot like lightning through him. He was coming untouched, keening so high he felt the soreness in his throat. Yoongi began to slam hard into him, his teeth clacked together. With tiger’s growl, he came. He fell bonelessly onto Jimin and they breathed through their come down.

After a few minutes, Yoongi pulled out of him and rolled to the side. Jimin was so blissed out he didn’t react, he let his gaze trace the fabric clouds above him until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and fell asleep.

***

Jimin awoke after twenty minutes or so, disoriented and sore, but still feeling the intense aftermath of pleasure that made his limbs feel like jelly. He didn’t think he had ever had sex like that. He’d had good sex, fun sex, but never that kind of intensity. He definitely has never passed out like that, the orgasm so good it had made his mind fuzzy. He turned to find Yoongi but found he was alone. It made the bed feel empty and he shivered in the cool air of the room. He forced himself to sit up and decided that clothes were in order. His stomach groaned and he felt intense hunger and remembered the bags of food downstairs. He carefully got up and felt the soreness that would be with him for a while. He was going to have to schedule his dance practices carefully around when he saw Yoongi if they were going to do that again.

He noticed he pretty clean, Yoongi must have taken the time to clean him up as he slept. He put on his boxers and his shirt, before going to look for Yoongi. He was curious about the bedroom but figured he could save some light snooping (he was dying to see his closet) till after he had some food.

“Yoongi?” Jimin peered down the hallway but didn’t see anything but closed doors. A door opened behind him and Yoongi stepped out of the ensuite bathroom dressed in a big sweatshirt and boxers and scrubbing his eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Jimin moved closer but felt the awkwardness between them. He tried not to let his feelings get the best of him and pushed down his worry. He bit his lip and reached out his small hand to tug at Yoongi’s sweater. “I’m hungry.”

Yoongi smiled wide, showing his gums. “Food sounds so good right now.”

“Right?” Jimin gently took his hand and pulled him after him out of the room. They walked hand in hand down the hall and down the stairs. The sun had set and the apartment was dark besides the light that came from the dining room like a beacon. Yoongi handed him a pair of chopsticks and they pulled open the myriad to go containers finding fried rice, and barbecued meats, noodles and side dishes, roasted duck and grilled chicken. Jimin began his attack, ravenously taking little bites of everything, moaning in happiness. Yoongi ate slower, giggling as he watched him enjoy the food. He stopped feeding himself to find choice bites and carefully feed them to Jimin. Yoongi smiled with every bite Jimin took, and Jimin moaned hummed over every taste.

As the food hit him, Jimin leaned back, full and sleepy again. His eyes started to drift closed when Yoongi’s laugh woke him. “Hey, are you falling asleep sitting down at the table? Come on, Taehyung bought me couches for this very purpose.” Yoongi dragged him out of the chair and with a hand around his waist he led him to the living room, and his new, very comfortable couch. Yoongi sat down in the corner and Jimin curled up against him, using his thigh as a pillow. Yoongi began to run his fingers through his hair.

They sat like that for a while, the silence of the room soothing more than anything else. Jimin found himself drifting to sleep again as Yoongi began to speak. He could barely hear him, his voice soft, quick but melodic, and it took a few moments before he realized Yoongi was singing. Or was he rapping? It was so soft he could barely make out the words but the sound was so enticing, his mind strained for them. There was something about love. Violence, The pain of betrayal. It was sad and raw and beautiful.

When Yoongi’s voice became quiet, Jimin turned to look at him. “What was that?”

“Oh, just a song, it’s nothing, just something that runs in my head when it’s quiet. It’s not even that good.”

“No, Yoongi, it’s amazing. Really beautiful.”

“Stop.”

“Please let hear it again sometime. I couldn’t hear all your words but it was so deep and dark. I loved it.”

“Really?”

Jimin smiled up at him and nodded. “I love music. I’m a dancer so music is like the foundation of everything I do. It makes happy as nothing else does.”

Yoongi sighed contentedly, keeping his eyes trained on his. There was some thought unsaid behind his eyes.

Jimin’s smile faded into thoughtfulness, but he kept peering up at the other man. When Yoongi leaned down to kiss him, it had so much feeling behind it he almost pulled away, startled with its intensity.

Jimin ended the kiss after a few moments, ignoring the part of his mind that screamed caution and letting himself fall into the darkness of Min Yoongi’s eyes.

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When Yoongi awoke he found Jimin curled in bed next to him. He tried to lay still to not disturb the boy and enjoy the warmth radiating from his body. His thoughts drifted to the moment last night when he looked in Jimin’s eyes and saw what kind and loving man he really was. He was young and hopeful and untainted by the cruel realities of life. Unlike him.

He hadn’t expected to care for someone in such a short amount of time. He liked Jimin and it was tugging at his sympathy to even be within a meter of him. Suga of Daegu should not be near anyone so good. He was broken by years of moral-less selfish ambition. He couldn’t get attached, for if he did, he'd want to keep him, care for him, love him and never let him go. Because if he did his past crimes would catch up with him or his broken perception of the world cause Jimin to suffer. There was no way he could ever love someone as pure as Jimin.

Yoongi thought he should give the whole thing up. Stay far away from the boys who might be tainted by his association. It was the best thing to do. But he was used to following his own selfish desires he couldn’t bring himself to stop entirely. The emotions he felt needed to stop, shut away in the dark cavern where his shame lived. Love went there to die, it had before.

Jimin groaned in his sleep and it was such a sweet sound Yoongi smiled. Even he had to keep things from developing into love, he could still enjoy himself, right? He brushed the hair away from Jimin’s face with soft fingers, marveling at how someone who slept so deeply could look so adorable while asleep.

“Hmmm.” Jimin attempted and failed, to open his eyes.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Hyung? Morning.” Jimin smiled and stretched. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine.”

Jimin shot up. “Fuck!” He jumped out of bed and started looking for his clothes. “Hyung! I can’t find my shirt. Why did you throw it, Hyung?”

Yoongi laughed at the boy as he scrambled around. “Take something out of my closet.”

Jimin looked up excited. “Really?”

“Yeah, anything.”

He clapped his hands together and dove into the closet. “Oh my god, Hyung! Can I live in here?”

Yoongi got up and stretched. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I have class. And then practice. And then work.” He shouted from the closet.

“I thought you were quitting?”

Jimin popped back in the room wearing a black shirt that was a little sparkly and way to dressed-up for a day at college. He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

Jimin looked down with a pout. “Ok, you’re right.” He whined.

“Jimin change into a different shirt, but you can keep that one.”

Jimin gasped. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi joined him in the closet throwing on some jeans and the first sweater his hand touched. He leaned over and kissed Jimin’s forehead. “You can have anything.”

Jimin looked up at him a grin. “You’re going to regret those words when you have to go around naked because I stole all your clothes.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t mind being naked.”

Jimin smiled and found a simple pullover. He let his hand drift along the edges of the other clothes. “Until later, my pretties.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you to school.”

“Hyung, you don’t have to.”

“It’s no problem, come on. Just, do we have time to stop for coffee?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Jimin grabbed his things and they drove to the nearest coffee place, Jimin running in to grab some coffee and pastries. He dropped him off at the edge of his campus, and Jimin kissed his cheek before closing the car door.

Yoongi felt a small pang as soon as the car was empty, which he ignored. He had nothing to do today until he saw Taehyung that night, and the thought of seeing him felt a little wrong considering the intense night he had with Jimin.

But actually it was perfect. The only reason it felt wrong was because of the feelings he was trying to avoid. Taehyung was the perfect solution. And Jungkook. With three boys he would never have enough time with any one of them for his feelings to develop. Getting closer to one would draw him away from the others, and vice versa. Like being suspended by three ropes. He would never get too close to anyone. Perfect.

With that in mind, he started to think of a way to pour himself into his date with Taehyung. The more romantic he made his time Taehyung, the less Jimin would enter his thoughts.

But he had no idea how to be romantic.

He grabbed his phone and pressed Jin’s face. It rang four times before he answered.

“Hyung.”

“Yoongi. Hey I’m a little bu--”

“I need your help. I’m coming to get you. Where are you.”

“Yoongi I’m at the restaurant, but I’m working right--”

“Great, be there five.”

He hung up the phone. He started to drive over, passing slower cars aggressively. His phone started ringing again, but he pressed the cancel button that would send the call voicemail. He smirked when he imagined Jin getting that.

He knew it was a little unfair to expect Jin to jump when he needed him, but he was pretty selfish. So fuck it.

He parked in front of the restaurant and left the car unlocked. It was something he learned from the streets. A true boss never worries about being stolen from.

He waltzed into the main dining room, passing by the concierge who tried to stop him, without a glance. He started walking towards the kitchen when Jin’s peeked out the kitchen door and glared at him.

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” Jin said when Yoongi got close enough. The host finally caught up, took one look at Jin and spun on his heel back to his station. “I’m working.”

“Don’t you own this restaurant?”

“Yes but there’s still work that I do, Yoongi.”

“Oh. Do you not have good staff?”

“Of course I do.”

“Oh. You don’t trust them.”

“No, I do--”

Yoongi grabbed his arm and started to drag him. “Good, then let them do their jobs and you come with me.”

Jin made a noise of complaint, but let himself be manhandled by Yoongi. He was grumbling as Yoongi opened the car door for him. Yoongi got in and started the engine.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.” Yoongi smiled. “You haven’t seen it yet. You’re going to freak out.”

“Oh my god, I have never seen you in such a good mood. Do you get laid last night?”

His smile widened.

“Oh wow. Jimin? Hmmm. Ok, tell me every detail, include specific descriptions of his naked body.”

“Jin!”

“What? I’ve been staring at that perfect ass for months now. You have to tell me, I’m dying.” Jin gave a dramatic pout.

“Well, why didn’t you find out for yourself then?”

“Because Namjoon,” he sighed. “God I’m so into that boy. His cute little dimples. How he takes everything so seriously and that acts like a little kid in the next moment. His amazing dick.”

Yoongi groaned. “I refuse to talk about Namjoon’s dick.”

Jin smiled slyly. “Are you sure? It’s pretty amazing…”

Yoongi scowled coldly.

“Okay, fine. Your loss. So tell me, how was your date?”

“Good. Though I may have gotten myself in a bit of situation. You know Jimin’s roommates?”

“Of course. Taehyungie and Jungkookie.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I wish you could have told me that the interior decorator and the trainer Namjoon recommended were Jimin’s roommates.”

“Why? Oh my god, did you hit on them or something?”

Yoongi was quiet but bit his lip.

“You dog, Min Yoongi! Wow, you really took to being gay quickly. I’m a bit impressed.”

“I didn’t know they all knew each other! But Jimin said he was okay with me also dating them, so I might have three sugar babies? I guess? I’m not even sure if that’s what’s happening with Jungkook.”

“Holy shit. All three of them.” Jin was thinking, his mouth opening and closing. “I can’t decide whether to reprimand you or just be extremely jealous. They are all really hot. Fuck, yeah I’m jealous.”

Yoongi snickered. “My date with Taehyung is tonight, and Jungkook is tomorrow. Should be fun.”

Jin slapped his arm. “You slut! Uh, that’s so not fair.”

“What? I didn’t even really mean for this to happen.”

“No, but I knew them for a while now. And I’m more handsome than you. I want a little a harem of hotties!”

“But you have something better. An actual relationship.”

Jin beamed. “True. My Namjoonie is cuter than ten sugar babies. But, you know, just for the memories, I should have played around more when I had the chance. I spent the last two years slowly romancing my adorable clueless little puppy. He took so long to figure out that he liked me. Uh. And I was so into him I didn’t even look at anyone else.”

Yoongi pulled into his building’s garage and they took the elevator up to his penthouse. Jin walked around the main floor with an astonished expression for a good fifteen minutes, taking in all the changes Taehyung had made. He squealed in delight at the living room and dining room, commenting on details Yoongi hadn’t even noticed yet. He even cooed over the improved selection of kitchen supplies as he made them both some tea.

“Yoongi, I hope you paid this kid well. I can’t believe what he managed to do in five days.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I just paid the bill the firm gave me.”

“Yeah but he’s an intern. That all went to the firm.”

“That’s okay. I never let my new guys take too much profit, too soon. You have to work your way up.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess he’ll get into your pocket in other ways, huh?”

“I guess he will.”

Jin frowned, stirring his tea. “You know, Yoongs, these kids are pretty young.”

“They’re all adults.” Yoongi frowned back, a little coldly.

“No, I mean, they aren’t from our world, are they? You don’t think anyone still holds a grudge and could come for you, do you?” Jin seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

“If they do, I’ll be ready.” Yoongi opened his jacket and flashed the gun and holster he had strapped to his chest.

“Shit! You still carry that around?”

“Of course. But I don’t expect anyone, Jin. I tied up my business before I left Daegu.”

Jin bit his lip. “What about the Fists?”

Yoongi thought of Hoseok’s crew, Hoseok himself. “Last thing I knew we were on amicable terms. Not friendly, but I doubt there are any vendettas.”

Jin shrugged. “You always know how to handle yourself, but I just worry a little. And I don’t want to see any of those boys get hurt.”

“Jin,” Yoongi warned.

Jin put up his hands in a gesture of giving up. “I know. Don’t tell you about your business. I’m done.”

Yoongi sipped his tea. “I always protect my crew, Jin. You should know that.”

“Are sugar babies crew, then?”

“Of course. I pay them.”

Jin laughed. “That’s true. But man, three? How are you going to handle that?”

“I’m loaded.”

“Not the money. Having three young, virile boyfriends? God, you are going to have so much sex.”

Yoongi actually blushed through his grin. “Shut up. Actually, I wanted to ask. What should I do for dates? Last night I just ordered dinner in and well, we kept pretty busy, but I wasn’t sure if I should have, I don’t know, done more date things?”

Jin giggled. “Well, you’re the one paying for it. Just do what you enjoy.”

“I enjoy sex.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Is that all you want? I mean, really Yoongi, I worry about you. You spend so much time alone. Why not find something you and each guy can do together. It can anything, watching movies, going out to dinner, mutual interests.”

Yoongi sighed. "I don't really have any interests."

"What about music?"

Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

"I remember you used to play the piano at your club in the off-hours. Maybe you could take that up again?"

"I don't know."

"Think about it. Maybe in the meantime, focus on what they like."

"Yeah, okay. I just don't like not knowing what the hell I'm doing."

Jin snorted. "Yup, you're a control freak."

"I am not."

Jin just raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe a little."

After exploring the rest of the house together, and reminiscing about the old days, Jin called up Namjoon to give him a ride back to the restaurant. Yoongi took a long bath and tried to quell his nerves over his date with Taehyung. Jimin had taken permanent residence in his idle thoughts, and every time he tried to think of his impending date he saw a flash of Jimin's face bent back in pleasure or the sound of his musical laugh. He needed to focus on Taehyung and was finding it difficult. Not that Taehyung wasn't interesting, he was. And attractive. Endearing even. But the last night with Jimin was something he'd never really experienced before.

He started to dress in a suit and stopped. Maybe he would try some of the clothes Jin hoisted on him. If this wasn’t the time to try new things, when would it be? He tried on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt, before adding a sweater. He definitely needed more time in the gym before he showed off his arms.

He figured he’d try to make use of his chef’s kitchen, and after a few texts to Jin, came up with a simple recipe he could make. By the time Taehyung rang for the elevator he had a simple salad and a noodle dish steaming on the stovetop.

“Hyung!” Taehyung’s eyes were huge as he came into the entryway. “You’re wearing an apron!”

Yoongi looked down at the light blue apron. “I didn’t want to mess up my clothes.”

Taehyung grinned. “You’re so adorable, Hyung.”

Yoongi snorted and led him into the kitchen.

“You’re making dinner? Aww, that’s so domestic.”

Yoongi shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

Taehyung sat down at the counter. “I would ask if you need any help, but to be honest I’m useless at cooking. We mostly eat ramen.”

“I usually eat out, but I have this kitchen so, might well make use of it.”

“Good plan, Hyung. So…”

“So?” Yoongi checked on the rice.

“Hyungie! You’re killing me. Tell me what you think of the apartment.”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s good Taehyung. You did a pretty good job.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped. “A pretty good job?”

Yoongi coughed, hiding a laugh. “Yeah. It’s not terrible.”

Taehyung pouted. “You are a cruel man, Min Yoongi.”

“You have no idea.”

“Hyung--” Taehyung whined.

“Okay. Okay. I really like it. A lot. You did a great job, Taehyung.”

He beamed at the praise. “Thanks! I’m glad you like it.” He came around the counter and propped his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Whatcha making?”

“Black bean noodles. Chicken. Salad.”

“Sounds amazing, Hyung.” Taehyung wrapped an arm loosely around Yoongi’s middle. “So how was your date with Chim?”

Yoongi looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Uh, good.”

“That’s it? Just good?”

“How much exactly do you want to know?”

“Well I’ll get all the good details from Jimin, so don’t be shy.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows.

Yoongi looked at him a little horrified. “I wish you wouldn’t.”

Taehyung shrugged. “Sorry Hyung, you’re the one who decided to date best friends.”

“Oh god.”

The rice had finished so Yoongi started bringing the dishes over to the counter, before stopping himself. “Let’s eat in the dining room. It’s my new favorite room, after all.”

“Really?” Taehyung brightened.

Yoongi just nodded. Taehyung helped him bring everything over and Yoongi poured them some wine.

“You really like it?” Taehyung said.

“Yeah. It’s amazing Tae.”

The meal was decent, if maybe a little bland, but good for a first attempt. Taehyung complimented his cooking but also teased him about the flavors. The kid was so relaxed Yoongi began to enjoy himself, the previous nervousness was forgotten in the presence of such easy friendliness.

Taehyung described the injustices of how his firm didn’t really give him any credit for all his work because of his intern status, but before Yoongi could even comment, he had moved on to complaining about the tyranny of required homework in art classes. He nodded along, enjoying the fact that he didn’t need to put much effort into keeping their conversations going, Taehyung was so passionate and opinionated, and he enjoyed listening to him.

They finished their meal and poured some more wine. Taehyung leaned back in his chair and looked above at his light fixture creation with a small smile.

“It turned out pretty good, huh?”

“Really good, Tae. It even brought Jimin to tears.”

"Really? He’s such a crybaby.”

Yoongi laughed. “It was sweet.”

Taehyung looked at him closely. “Yeah. Chim is a sweet mochi.”

“Um, Tae, does it bother you? Me dating your close friends?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Not really. But it kinda depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Well, we haven't really talked about what this is yet."

"I talked to Jimin about it."

Taehyung smiled. "Yeah, I bet that was a short conversation. Jimin avoids awkwardness like the plague. It's part of his angelic nature."

Yoongi snorted. "But not you, huh?"

"Nope. I can talk about anything. And I'm not totally sold yet, to be honest."

"Oh. Uh, are you thinking of backing out?"

"No! It's not that. I like the idea, I even love the idea. But I'm not sure that the idea in my head matches the one in yours." Taehyung gave a bright smile, but Yoongi was considering him.

"Ok then, tell me what you were thinking."

"Hmmm, why don't we start with you, Hyung."

Clever. Yoongi was starting to appreciate how easy it was to underestimate Taehyung, and maybe that was intentional on his part. He felt the tension of starting negotiations with a neighboring gang and his eyes darkened.

"If I recall you asked me for a chance, seeing that you need the money."

"Hmmm, true. But then, the guys did tell me to talk to you on their behalf, so please consider this an all or nothing kind of deal."

"Oh really?" Yoongi leaned back in his chair, amused.

"Yep. They trust me completely."

Yoongi grinned at the boy. “You hold all the cards, is that it?”

He shrugged, pleased with himself.

“Well, I’m at your mercy. What can I give you?”

“Hmm, well I know what I really, really want but I think it’s too soon to ask you for it. So I wrote it down.” Taehyung reached into his pocket and brought out a slightly wrinkled purple envelope and handed it to Yoongi. “Don’t open it yet. But after, let’s say, a month? Yeah, after a month, if your life is happier because of us, then you should give us what’s in that envelope.”

“Hmm. Is that it?”

Taehyung pulled out something else, a slip of paper. “This is how much you should give us for the month.”

Yoongi looked at the paper and his eyes got big. “That’s a lot of money for one month. That’s a lot of money for a year.”

Taehyung pouted. “Can you put a price on your own happiness, Hyung?”

“This amount of money for the first month, and whatever you wrote down in the envelope after that? That’s what you're asking for?”

“Yes. And no peeking! You have to agree before looking.”

Yoongi laughed. “Why would I say yes to such a disadvantageous agreement?”

Taehyung grinned, boxy and adorable. “Because you’re a horny old man who wants three hot boys?”

“Brat! I’m not old.”

“Hmm, but you did not deny horny…”

Yoongi grinned. “But now that I’m considering it-- maybe three is too many. Maybe I should just stick with Jimin, he’s so much more agreeable than you.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “Firstly, I already said we are a package deal. Secondly, Jiminie is a very busy boy. I think it’s better for you to have three people to satisfy your... need for companionship. Plus, think of bragging rights? I mean, who has one gorgeous boyfriend when they can have three?”

Yoongi laughed. “All good points. But here’s the thing. I haven’t gotten where I am just giving people whatever they ask for.”

“But hyung, you shouldn’t say that as if it were a good thing. Where you got to was an empty apartment, right? Money is great, but it isn’t everything. When you gave me what I asked for when I was designing this apartment, I made it beautiful for you. Isn’t that the purpose of money? To spend on things that you will enjoy?”

“That’s rich coming from someone who asked for this,” Yoongi waved the slip of paper.

“Ahh, yes, I guess it depends on how you think about it. See I’ve never done this sort of thing before, so I wasn’t sure how much to ask for. At first, I asked myself how much money I would want to be willing to date you. But that amount is zero. I like you. I want to get to know you better. You’re attractive. And if I asked you for nothing, the ironic thing is, I couldn't date you. With school and expenses, I wouldn’t have any time for you. Then I thought about how much money I would need to be able to quit my job and lose my weekly pay. But you might back out any time. If I ask for a certain amount a week, and after a week you want to break it off, I won’t be able to get my job back and be screwed. I started thinking about it another way. I thought about you and how you live alone, and how you said you really hadn’t had relationships with guys before. I thought, what would be enough that the three of us could quit our jobs without worry, continue school and have enough for our expenses, but otherwise be the best possible boyfriends we can. In my idea, we would not have to worry about money to the point that we could just focus on you and your happiness. And so that’s the amount I came up with.”

Yoongi sat back, his mouth slightly open. “Well thanks, I mean, for saying you’d want to, ah, date me for nothing.”

“Hyung. You’re pretty awesome. And I don’t want to take advantage of you, though that might be hard to believe. Actually,” Taehyung brought out a larger slip of paper, one that had a bunch of figures on it and moved to sit next to Yoongi. “See this is how much Jimin owes for his dance tuition this semester. It’s really high because of the dance practices and extra sessions in the studio. This is how much our apartment and expenses cost. This one is my tuition and I doubled it because Jimin and I are trying to get Jungkook to go back to college. He dropped out after a bad semester and now he doesn’t have enough money to get back in. And so this money would be enough to get us to the end of the school year.”

Yoongi looked at him, taking in his earnest face and felt strange. At first, this conversation felt like a game. Negotiating money was a familiar action, one he was he skilled at. But gangsters didn’t usually fight with cute honesty and the desire to look after their friends. It was so surprisingly touching he had a hard time even forming words. His instincts were at odds with his street smarts. Never trust someone who wants something from you. But his gut told him that Taehyung was genuine. He just wanted himself and his friends to have enough for college and that was making his heart swell a bit. It was a little odd to him, also. The boys had never said anything about being jealous of each other, not even a little, and in fact, shown more loyalty than his best crew member ever did. They really cared for one another. It was a little hard to swallow for a man like him.

If Hoseok could see him consider such a deal he would die laughing. It looked like he’d gone totally soft. It was a foolish and absurd deal.

But maybe... maybe the kid really just wanted to go to college. And maybe, even if they all decided they didn’t like him after all, the worst thing would be that he paid for college for them. The money was nothing to him, pennies. Maybe he could risk being foolish.

Taehyung looked a little nervous. “I’m sorry Hyung, did I make you mad? I know that it’s a lot of money. It’s just my starting offer! We can make it a lot less, okay?”

Yoongi smiled. “Kid, you can’t fold that quickly. You have to act like I’m crazy to not take the deal, even when you think you’re asking for too much.”

“I know Hyung, you just make me so nervous. You have a really scary face sometimes.”

“That’s why I usually win at negotiations." Yoongi took the boys hand, interlacing their fingers. “Let me tell you what I want.”

“Please do Hyung.”

“I just wanted to date, as you would normally date someone. I never had the chance to do that before, and I have no idea what I’m doing with dating. And, I’m not good at being bad at things. It doesn’t happen to me a lot. And If I can throw money at you and it would make things easier, then-- fuck it. I’ll do that.”

Taehyung looked stunned. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. but you have to make a promise. If you’re not feeling it, don’t stick around. I’m not going to ask you for my money’s worth or anything. I’m not paying you to like me, I’m paying for your time. It would really piss me off if you acted as if you liked me when you didn’t.”

Taehyung nodded. “I can promise that easily. I don’t want that either. And Jimin and Jungkook are terrible actors, so you don’t have to worry.” Taehyung bit his lip. “But on that subject...there’s something else I feel like I should tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you wanted it to be like really dating, right? Well, I don’t usually, um, put out like right away.” Taehyung looked for his reaction a little fearfully.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I mean, I like you and I’m very interested, but could we get to know each other a little better before we…”

“Have sex?”

“Yeah. I mean is that okay?”

Yoongi squeezed his hand. “Of course. I don’t mind. Did you think I was going to demand you have sex with me?”

“Sort of? I mean it’s kind of a part of the whole sugar daddy thing, right?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We can make up our own rules.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Taehyung beamed and dove in for a hug. “You’re awesome, Hyung.”

Yoongi returned the hug a little tentatively but felt a little of Taehyung’s enthusiasm infect him. He leaned back and ruffled Taehyung’s hair affectionately.

“Come on, let’s go watch a movie or something.”

“Oh, Hyung, do you like foreign movies? There’s this documentary about homelessness in France that I’ve been dying to see.”

“What? The last movie I saw was Kung-fu Panda. Can we maybe work up to documentaries?”

Taehyung laughed and grabbed his hand again as he stood. He pulled Yoongi into the living room and into prime cuddle position on the large couch, with Taehyung nestled in the corner of the couch’s L and Yoongi sitting in front of him. “You’re lucky you found me, Hyung. You will be a film lover by the time I’m done with you.”

“You’re scaring me Tae.”

“Don’t worry Hyung, you’re in good hands.”

Yoongi was starting to let himself believe it was true.

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After the movie, Yoongi drove Taehyung home to his apartment. The area of the city wasn’t too bad, being close to the college, but the building looked like it was a set for a police drama. He felt a twinge of regret for leaving his piece at home. But he decided against making any comment, not wanting to hurt Taehyung’s pride.

Before he got out of the car, Yoongi transferred money into his account, the full amount he asked for. When Taehyung got the notification on his phone, he looked a little stunned. “Thanks, Hyung. Um, thanks for trusting me. Us. I’m still in shock that you -- I don’t know -- are real?”

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh. He’d been thinking the same thing.

“Goodnight, kid.”

Taehyung kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daddy.”

“Yah! Don’t call me that!”

Taehyung smirked. “Just teasing. Boyfriend.” After saying that he jumped out of the car as fast as could, barely turning to wave before he rushed into his building.

Yoongi shook his head but had a smile on his face his entire way home. As he was changing for bed, he found the purple envelope in his pocket. He was inclined to open it, and in every other case, he would. But he paused before ripping the paper. It was silly, the colored stationery holding his little secret request. It was so Tae, sweet, silly, a little inscrutable. He found himself putting the envelope carefully in his box with his watches and jewelry.

He went to sleep repeating one word, again and again, trying to lessen the strange butterflies he got every time it crossed his mind. Boyfriend.

In the morning, he decided to get in a workout and texted Jungkook to see if he was free for a session. It was a little strange, considering they were planning on meeting for a date that very night, but he found that he was more excited than nervous to see him.

He tried to wear better workout clothes this time and was glad there was some sweatpants (though they were too tight) and a t-shirt that was too big, but comfortable and not too warm.

Jungkook met him on the gym floor, smiling a cute bunny smile a little too widely when they saw each other. “Hi Hyung.”

“Hey, Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t stop smiling, just staring.

“Uh, good to see you again.”

“Yeah. Good to see you, Hyung.”

Yoongi snickered as the boy just continued to stand there. “Want to...work out a bit?”

“Shit. Sorry, Yoongi, yeah, let’s do that.”

“You think you can call me Yoongi?”

Jungkook gave him a smoldering look. “Yeah.”

Yoongi had to suppress a shudder. Suga of Daegu did not shudder. Of course, he’d never had anyone like Jungkook look at him quite like that. As if he was a plate of sizzling meat and Jungkook skipped breakfast.

They went through an easier routine than the fitness test had been, but it was still grueling. Yoongi tried not to let himself focus too much on the fact he had started at the gym in order to look better for his… boys-he-was-dating, and Jungkook was one of those boys. The looks Jungkook gave him were increasing his confidence more than months of workouts could.

Jungkook had another appointment after his, so Yoongi told him he would see him later.

“Hyung, what are you doing after this?”

“Hmmm, not much.”

“Well if you wanted to hang out a little while, I’m off in an hour. I’m only part-time right now, so I'll be done for the day. We could hang out if you want.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll go change and come pick you up in an hour, then.”

“Awesome. See you then.”

Yoongi didn’t mind the change of plans, in fact, he had begun to dread the time he had at home. It was weird, he had loved any time he had to himself in the past, and in fact, needed it, but during the past few months he had spent so much time alone with nothing to do. He was looking forward to the date much more than he thought possible.

When he arrived back at the gym, wearing a suit, of course, Jungkook was already outside. He got in the passenger seat with an awed expression on his face. “Hyung, this car is insane.”

“Thanks.”

“Wow, can we drive around a little?”

“Sure. Do you want to drive?”

“What! Really? I don’t have a license. But now I need to get one immediately. Can I have a raincheck on the driving?”

“Yeah, no problem. Where do you want to go?”

“The river?”

“Great.”

Yoongi drove faster than he usually did, which was saying something because of his utter lack of respect for traffic laws. Well, laws in general. And probably he was trying to impress Jungkook a little, but it seemed to be working. Jungkook enjoyed every second, laughing with glee at every turn and tire squeal.

They made it to the Han River, narrowly avoiding only two accidents, but arriving unscathed. Yoongi parked near a park entrance and they got out to walk a little.

“Jungkook, are you tricking me into more exercise?”

“Hyung, come on, walking isn’t exercise.”

“I’ll have you know, muscle pig, walking definitely is exercise. Don’t discriminate against walking!”

Jungkook looked alarmed. “Oh god, you’re right Hyung. I should know better as a trainer.”

Yoongi smiled. “I was teasing Jungkook, it’s okay.”

Jungkook grabbed his hand and held it. “Isn’t this more like strolling?”

“I guess I can let you get away forcing me to stroll. Just know I see through your ploy to get me in shape.”

Jungkook shook his head. “Oh no, Hyung, you're the one who came to the gym. I think you’re perfect just as you are.”

Yoongi grinned but couldn’t make his mouth make words, so he squeezed Jungkook’s hand instead.

They walked down a paved path that took them along the river’s edge, keeping their hands clasped and talking about nothing in particular. Jungkook was not effusive like Tae or brimming with radiance like Jimin, but he was somehow just as easy to be around. He was shy in one moment and utterly shameless in the next. Yoongi felt like he recognized himself in Jungkook.

They sat for awhile on a bench, talking little but sitting comfortably with each other. He couldn’t remember feeling at ease with someone who spoke so little since he’d left his crew behind. He figured he should have the same conversation he’d had with the other two, but he also didn’t want to spoil the mood. It had started to feel like a date, a real date that had started naturally, and that was something that he had never had before. Jungkook had been playing with his fingers, almost absently and the afternoon sun was warming his skin. It was a strange feeling, this content.

“Hyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to see my place and play some Overwatch?”

Yoongi huffed in surprise. “You want to play video games?”

“Yeah. You want to?” Jungkook grinned cutely.

Yoongi hadn’t played games since middle school and it felt a bit silly. But why not? “Sure, Jungkook.”

The boy beamed and dragged him the way they had come, walking faster now that he had a goal in mind. They drove from the park, a little more relaxed than the drive to the park had been. Yoongi didn’t need directions to get to the apartment he just went to the night before and parked in front of the building.

“Hyung, you might not want to park here. It’s not the best neighborhood.”

“No one will touch my car,” Yoongi said.

“How do you know that?”

Yoongi just smiled. “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

Jungkook gave a shrug. “Alright.” He brought Yoongi inside the dingy building and they climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, Yoongi accusing him of tricking him into more exercise. When Jungkook opened the door to the flat, he was a little stunned at how small the place was. He shouldn’t be, seeing that he lived in much worse places on his way up, but it was just so small. How did all three of them live in such tight quarters and not kill each other?

Jungkook showed him their tiny bedroom. There was barely enough room to walk between a huge standing wardrobe and the bunk bed.

“You all sleep in here?”

“Yeah. I have the top bunk, and Jimin and Tae share the bottom. Jimin can’t sleep alone and Tae’s a cuddler so it works out.” Jungkook turned back to the living room, or rather the only other room.

“Wow. But you guys have no privacy.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and dropped himself onto their couch. “You’re telling me. I would kill for my own room. But, what’s weird is, we are pretty good roommates. We’re best friends, so most of the time I don’t mind living here. I would just be hanging out with them in my free time, anyways. Also since I, uh, don’t go to school, I have a lot of time to myself.”

“Oh. So you were in school?” Yoongi sat next to him, close because the couch was basically a loveseat.

“Yeah. It sucked.”

Yoongi huffed a laugh. “It did for me, too.”

“Really? But you must have gone to college, right?”

“Nope. I didn’t even graduate high school. I had better things to do.”

Jungkook looked at him innocently. “Like what?”

“Making money.”

Jungkook waited for an explanation but when Yoongi didn’t continue, he let it go. “Want to play?” He started up the console and grabbed two controllers.

“Ok. But I don’t know how. Last system I used was a Playstation 2.”

“Whoa. Okay, we need to fix that.”

Jungkook took him through the basics, but controlling both a camera position and the character’s location was beyond his two thumbs, so he mostly got lost before getting shot down. Yoongi felt himself get annoyed at his own incompetence. After getting killed for the fifth time, he growled at the screen.

“I hate this game.”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, you suck, Hyung.”

“Watch it, brat.”

Jungkook bumped him with his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You supposed to suck in the beginning. I mean, I didn’t, but don’t feel bad, I'm good at everything.”

Yoongi felt like pinching him, so he did. Jungkook yelped and broke into laughter at his angry expression.

“You’re such a bad loser, Hyung.”

“I’m just not used it.”

Jungkook smiled at him. “I bet.”

Yoongi couldn't tell if they were flirting or not but felt too warm all the sudden and he started to take off his jacket. Jungkook’s eyes became huge and he remembered he had strapped on his gun when he changed, quickly closing his jacket again. But the damage was done, Jungkook obviously saw it.

“Uh, Hyung, is that…?”

“Oh, yeah. It is.”

“Are you a cop?”

“God no.”

Jungkook looked at his chest and back to his face a few times. He looked like he didn’t understand his refusal; no other reasons occurring to him why a person would have a gun. “Uh, isn’t carrying a gun illegal? Are you spy?”

“Not a spy, and yes carrying a gun is illegal. I do it anyway.”

“Oh. Okay. Why?”

“I have enemies. It’s for protection,” Yoongi said without looking at him.

“Really? That makes you sound like a gangster or something.”

Yoongi sighed. “Let’s play some other game.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek but nodded. “Okay Hyung.”

He hadn’t planned on telling them about his past, especially not this soon, but now he was kind of backed into a corner. He almost laughed at the irony, for the first time in his life he was openly dating men, out of a closet he never thought he would leave, just to be once again hiding who he was. But they wouldn't accept this easily, they shouldn't. He was a bad man and once they knew they would certainly leave him.

“Jungkook, I want to tell you about it, but can it wait? I know that’s a lot to ask--”

“It’s fine Hyung. I’m sure you have a good reason. You don’t have to tell me.”

Yoongi was a little stunned. And then he almost felt annoyed at the boy. He should really not be so trusting. But, for now, he would wait to tell him the truth. He was enjoying himself too much to give it up this soon.

“Okay, thanks.”

Jungkook smiled sweetly. “Sure thing, Hyung.”

Yoongi rubbed his cheek with his thumb before he realized his hand had moved, Jungkook’s smile was so cute.

“Hyung, do you think you could take it off?”

Yoongi blushed for a second before he realized what he meant. “Oh sure.” He removed his jacket and then the holster, wrapping the gun in his coat and putting it on their dining table. When he came back to the couch he unbuttoned his top couple button to cool down a little. Jungkook’s mouth was open and stared at him with a blank expression.

“Are you okay Jungkook? Did that make you uncomfortable?"

Jungkook shook his head no. He stood up, coming closer to Yoongi, looming over him. He was biting his cheek again.

"I'm a little bored of video games, what about you?" Yoongi smiled knowingly at him.

Jungkook nodded again.

"Want to do something else?"

Instead of answering, Jungkook leaned down and kissed him. He pressed his lips tentatively and as Yoongi opened his mouth Jungkook became eager, pressing so hard Yoongi felt himself take a step back to keep his balance.

"Sorry." Jungkook blushed.

"Don't be." Yoongi brought his hands up to Jungkook's face and cradled it before kissing him, this time controlling it. Their lips found a rhythm, strong and hungry, accelerating. Jungkook pressed forward again and Yoongi almost resented the boy's height. This time he wrapped his large hands around Yoongi's ass and lifted him up with ease. Yoongi wrapped his legs around him, relishing the strong arms that held him. Jungkook squeezed his ass tightly as his tongue explored his mouth deeply. Yoongi was breathing through his nose and just trying to keep up with the pace. He felt himself shiver as Jungkook pulled him closer, forcing his legs wider, holding on to him with his arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook started walking into the bedroom and carefully placed Yoongi onto the bottom bunk before breaking the kiss.

“Hyung,” he said breathlessly, “Can we keep going? I want to...um.” Jungkook untucked Yoongi’s shirt and ran his hands up his chest. “I want you naked.”

Yoongi was overwhelmed by the lust in Jungkook’s eyes and nodded dumbly before unbuttoning his shirt. Jungkook peeled off his shirt in a single motion, flexing his chest as his eyes combed Yoongi’s body.

“Fuck, Jungkook. Look at you.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined and began to unbuckle Yoongi’s belt with clumsy hands.

Yoongi managed to get his shirt undone but struggled to remove it laying on his back. Jungkook was totally focused on his pants, staring at his crotch and licking his lips. Yoongi sat up and finally untangled himself, reaching a hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek.

He looked up finally. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Yoongi smiled. “We only met a few days ago.”

“I mean sex.” Jungkook’s voice was soft but his eyes were dark and full of hunger.

Yoongi scowled putting a hand on Jungkook’s chest as he leaned forward. “Wait. Have you never done this before?”

Jungkook shook his head. “But I want to, I want to so bad.”

Yoongi moved back onto the bed creating a little space between them. His pants were half off and he was hard already. Jungkook’s big dark eyes scanned his body and his mouth hung open. “You’re a virgin?”

Jungkook bit his lip. “Is that bad?”

“Fuck.” Yoongi brushed his hand through his hair. “Fuck Jungkook, you should have told me.”

He frowned. “Sorry, Hyung.”

“No, it’s not bad, just, maybe we should slow down a little.”

Jungkook whined. “Hyung, I really want this, like a lot.”

Yoongi nodded looking unimpressed and calming himself down. “Yeah, I get that. Look, kid, I’m not ready to take your virginity after knowing you for three days.”

Jungkook sighed and sat back with a pout on his face. “Why not?” Yoongi couldn’t help but take in the sight of his chest and shoulders, muscles in sharp relief as he sat with his hand clasped in front of him. He was so beautiful and Yoongi started to question whether he should just give in a let the boy have his way. But no, he liked Jungkook too much to have his first time happen like this.

“I’m not saying it won’t happen, just that it shouldn’t happen like this. Not yet.”

Jungkook nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. “Okay, Hyung.”

Yoongi fastened his pants and took a calming breath. “Shit, you’re making this hard on me. Why are you so fucking attractive?”

Jungkook grinned. “Thanks.”

“Put your clothes back on. It’s too distracting.”

Yoongi put his shirt back on, turning away and trying not to look at Jungkook. His erection was going down, but it was taking a while. He buttoned his shirt slowly and tried to collect his thoughts. What the hell was he going to do with a virgin sugar baby? It felt so wrong. He had lost his virginity a little late, but then again being gay and hiding it had forced him to be cautious. But his first time wasn’t exactly stellar, over eager and ignorant of what to do, he and Hoseok had had their first time together and he found out the hard way how sex between men should not be so rushed. They eventually learned together, but it was a strange process of push and pull between them, emotions ignored and aggression in abundance. It was hard for him to tell Hoseok what he needed and hard for Hoseok to ask. He didn’t want to repeat that folly again.

He turned back to Jungkook who was sitting on the end of the bed fully dressed, looking down at the floor in contemplation. He placed a hand on his shoulder and got him to look up. “Hey.”

“Hyung? Do you want to break up with me now?” He looked on the verge of tears.

“No, I don’t. I like you a lot. I just think your first time should be, fuck, I don’t know.” Yoongi ran his hands through his hair. “Kid, you barely know me.”

“But I like you. I know I like you. I know I want to...have sex. I want to have sex with you. A lot.”

Yoongi smiled at him and sat next to him. “It’s mutual, believe me. But let’s just take our time, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yoongi asked he was hungry and dragged him out of the tiny apartment to find a place for lunch. They found a decent noodles place nearby and they fell back into easy conversation after a while. Yoongi couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook’s revelation and made him a little distracted. As they walked back to the apartment, Yoongi was lost in his thoughts, not realizing they had been walking in silence the entire way there. At the door to the building he finally looked up and saw a sad expression on the boy’s face.

“Hyung, if you don’t want to, you know, date me or whatever, I’ll tell Tae to give you back whatever money you gave for me, if you gave any. I didn’t want it in the first place.”

Yoongi was trying to form a response when he heard a noise behind him. He spun more on instinct than anything else, his hand reaching towards his jacket when he saw a couple of boys walking down the street towards them, walking too quickly in their direction to just be passing. He forced himself to be calm and stepped between Jungkook and the newcomers, slipping the safety off on his gun and pulling it out as subtly as he could, letting it point at the ground in his relaxed arm.

They were thugs, he could tell by the ostentatious clothes they wore, and they slowed down when they saw him and what was in his hand. Jungkook hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken his gun out and stared at the two guys in confusion.

“You Suga?” The taller one asked.

“What the fuck do you want?” Yoongi said calmly.

The shorter one kept glancing at the gun he held but the taller one, or perhaps the stupider one, didn’t appear to care. “You think you can just forget the Fists, huh?” He started to reach into his jacket and Yoongi raised his weapon without hesitation, pointing it at his head.

“Put your hand down.”

He listened and his companion shifted nervously on his feet. “I was just sent to give a message.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Hmm, so if I kill the messenger Hoseok will know I received it?” He moved the gun a little closer. “Is that what I should do?”

“No man, we’ll just leave,” the shorter one said.

“You know I don’t like being threatened but I can let things go. But you followed me to a friend’s house and came up when we were together, and that is unacceptable.” Yoongi took an angry breath and felt all the tension from the afternoon convert itself to rage. He stepped in so the end of the gun pressed into the boy’s forehead. “Tell me your message before you are no longer able to.”

The taller one was sweating now. “Hoseok wants a meeting. He says you broke the peace. He’s pissed at you.”

Jungkook was watching the exchange with big eyes but hadn’t moved or said anything. Good boy. They’d probably figure the kid was his muscle.

Yoongi cocked the gun and the tall one trembled. “Tell Hoseok to learn how to use a fucking phone. Or do you think your dead fucking body would be a good enough response?”

“Please Suga-nim, we’ll leave.” The second boy was panicking.

Yoongi scowled. “You leave when I say you leave.” With his other hand, he reached out and grabbed his phone, his eyes only glancing briefly at it as he scrolled his contacts, keeping the gun in place. A car passed the street and he dropped his hand carefully.

He pointed to the alley with his gun. “Move.” The two thugs started walking and he followed. “Hyung,” Jungkook whispered, “What should I do?”

“Stand behind me and look tough. Don’t say anything.” Yoongi looked at the boy for a second. “No. Shit. Go back inside. It’s safer.”

Jungkook scowled. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

Yoongi sighed but had no time to argue. They went into the alley and Jungkook stood beside him with a blank expression though he could see how tense he was from the set of his body. He looked the part though. Yoongi kept the gun trained on the pair and dialed a number.

“Who’s this?” the gruff voice answered.

Yoongi gritted his teeth. “You had something to say?”

“Suga-hyung!” Hoseok’s voice brightened. “Long time, right?”

“Tell me Hoseok, do you think you can threaten me and I will not react? What are you playing at? I have two worthless shits on my turf with no introduction and acting tough. You want to fight with me?”

“What’s your turf, Shugs, you’re in the city now. You got out of the game.”

“Seoul is my turf. And your boys are here without permission. What do you think that means for them?”

Hoseok laughed. “Seoul is yours huh? I had no idea. Oopsie. And here I just missed you. I heard that you were having so much fun without me.”

“You didn’t hear shit. You’re having me followed?”

Hoseok giggled. “Maybe.”

“Give me one good reason not to take these little shits out.”

“Well, I heard you added a few newbies to your crew, Shugs. Some real pretty ones. I know mine are ugly little shits but I’d have to reciprocate.”

Yoongi was almost shaking with anger at this point. He just let himself breath for a moment while he tried to contain himself. He didn’t want to act rashly, but Hoseok was threatening his boys. He growled into the phone. “You really want to go to war with me Hobi? You want me to bring you down?”

“Oh Shugs, did I touch a nerve, shit I’m sorry.”

Something broke through his haze of rage and he put the gun down. The two boys in front of him started to breathe in relief, as if they had been holding it in.

He spoke to them, “You’re no longer welcome in Seoul. You know what that means? It means I see you again, you die. Got it?”

They nodded in unison.

“Now tell the others that have been tailing me and you all need get the fuck back to Daegu.” Yoongi turned away from them, no longer interested and put his gun away. Jungkook glared at them as they quickly left the alley and then let his own held breath out.

“Hoseok. Let’s talk.”

“Sure, Suga-hyung, I’m listening.”

“No, not on the phone. Come here. Let’s talk in person.”

“Oh, how nice of you Hyung, you’re inviting me? Wow. And here I thought you forgot all about me.”

“Hoseok, I’m not sure why you want to start a war with me, but I’m willing to listen. You could have just fucking called me. Come make your threats to my face and we’ll see where things stand. But Hoseok, don’t play games with my people. That’s unacceptable.”

“Yeah, yeah. You're so protective of your toys. It’s fucking heart-warming. Fine. I’ll come.”

“Agree to fucking keep away from my people until we meet.”

“Agreed. See you soon sugar lips.”

Yoongi hung up the call. “Fuck!”

Jungkook looked at him carefully, his hands trembling.

“Shit, kid, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think they would follow me here.”

“You are a gangster.” It wasn’t a question but Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah. It’s a long story, but basically I’m a bad person. I was hoping that part of my life was over.” Yoongi smiled sadly. “I thought I could start my life over. But I was a fool.”

Jungkook’s eyes were even bigger now. “You’re so cool, Hyung.”

“What?”

“That was really cool. You handled those guys really well. And how you told the guy off on the phone? It was like an action movie.”

Yoongi huffed a laugh. “You’re not serious?”

“Hyung, you should let me work for you. I could protect you!”

Yoongi shook his head. “No fucking way. You’re supposed to go back to college and have a normal life. I’m just poison, I should have never gotten involved with the three of you.”

“I don’t want to go back to college. And you’re not poison, you are trying to live your life and those assholes are trying to stop you. Are you still doing crime and stuff?”

“No. I’m retired. But I guess I still have an enemy.”

“Well, then that guy is the poison. You’re trying to live your life. I want to help you.”

Yoongi looked at him a little stunned. “Jesus kid, you don’t even know me.”

Jungkook scowled. “Not true. I think I am starting to know you even better now. You finally make sense.”

“Okay fine. Let’s get inside and talk and maybe tell Tae and Jimin to come back so I can talk to them too. Now that this has happened, I need a plan to protect you all.”

Jungkook agreed and they went back inside to the apartment. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter Text

Yoongi texted Namjoon from the boy’s apartment, getting Jungkook to find his roommates.

    Yoongi
    I need you. Drop whatever you’re doing.

    Namjoon
    Where? What’s going on.

Jungkook looked up from his phone. “TaeTae is walking back, I told him you wanted him to come home right away, so he’s coming. Jimin’s in dance practice, should be done in an hour.”

    Yoongi
    Pick up Jimin in an hour from dance practice and bring him to my place. Get the security detail. Bring Jin over, too, we all need to talk.

    Namjoon
    Is it bad? Are we in danger?

    Yoongi
    It's the Fists. We’ll talk at my place.

    Namjoon
    Ok Hyung

Yoongi sighed and put away his phone. He was mostly angry, but also a little excited. The last half-year had been so boring, he couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of confronting those Fist punks. He was worried about the safety of these boys, though, and he felt the spikes of rage that Hoseok thought he could threaten him without consequences. He would find out how untrue that was.

First things first. If Hoseok knew about them, he was having them followed and certainly knew about their tiny apartment, which meant none of them were safe here. Yoongi felt a stab of guilt. He should apologize to the three and get out of their life as soon as possible. But now that Hoseok knew about them, it was too late for that.

Yoongi sat down at the tiny dining table and ran his fingers through his hair. Why would Hoseok attack him now? What could he possibly want? If anything, Hoseok should be thanking him. When Yoongi left the Fists became the most powerful gang in Daegu. Many of his old crew joined the Fists when he no longer had a place for them. And their relationship was always pretty devoid of emotion, it wasn’t like he left Hoseok heart-broken or betrayed. Hoseok was the one to cut it off between them. There was no reason for him to come after him right now. This couldn’t just a be a play for money, could it? Did Hoseok really underestimate so much he’d risk everything for money?

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jungkook handed him a glass of water and tentatively sat in the chair next to him.

“Yeah. Just thinking. Don’t worry kid, I’m going to take care of this.”

Jungkook nodded. “Who is the guy you were on the phone with?”

Yoongi gritted his teeth. “Hoseok is the leader of a group called the Fists, a pretty powerful one. We were on good terms. I didn’t expect him to come after me, much less you three.”

“Did you know him well?” Jungkook said.

Yoongi paused but considered if there was any point in hiding anything. “Oh, yeah, actually. We kind of dated. Sort of.”

Jungkook’s eyes got huge. “He’s your ex-boyfriend? Did you cheat on him or something?”

“No, nothing like that. We were not boyfriends. More like sex friends. I don’t think it’s actually related to this.”

“Oh, okay. So what are we going to do about it?”

Yoongi shook his head. “We aren’t doing anything. I’m going to handle this, and you’re going to stay safe.”

Jungkook frowned a little. “But those guys came to my place, right? This Hoseok guy was threatening us. Threatening my best friends. You can’t leave me out of this.”

Yoongi groaned. “Kid, there’s no way I’m going to put you in harm's way. This is not your world, and shouldn’t be.”

Jungkook looked unimpressed. “Maybe it wasn’t, but that’s not going to stop me from protecting my friends.”

Yoongi started to argue when the door flew open. It startled him enough that he reached for his gun. Taehyung came in, grinning, his breath was a little labored. “Hey Kookie, Hyung. What’s the emergency?”

Yoongi quickly put his hand down, closing his jacket. “Tae. Hey. Come in, sit down.” Yoongi locked the door behind the boy and leaned against it. “I have something to tell you.”

Yoongi explained the situation watching Tae’s eyes go through humor, incredulity, excitement, and fear. He kept his explanation simple and tried to ignore the pain he felt knowing that Taehyung wouldn’t feel the same about him now. He felt that the little spark he had felt when Taehyung said ‘boyfriend’ begin to dim. All that would be over now. It was so short-lived, that little ember of hope.

“I realize that you didn’t agree to date me knowing any of this about me, and I deceived you. Although I didn’t think it would come up, it did. But even if you hate me now, I have to protect you from the Fists. I want to take the three of you to my apartment under guard until I can resolve this. As soon as your safe, I’ll get out of your lives, I promise.”

Taehyung had his lips parted in shock, his eyes darting between Jungkook and Yoongi. “Is this really not a joke?”

Yoongi’s face was utterly devoid of humor. “It’s not a joke.”

“Wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in.”

Yoongi winced a little. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, kid.”

Taehyung put his hand on Yoongi’s. “I’m not mad at you or anything. I mean, I’m shocked, but this sounds a bit complicated. Are we really in danger?”

“I‘m not going to let anyone hurt you.” Yoongi’s eyes were intense.

Taehyung considered him. “I think I believe you, Hyung.”

“You should have seen him scare those punks off!” Jungkook said.

Yoongi huffed but smirked a little. “Guys, can you put a few things in a bag? And take stuff for Jimin? Let’s get over to my place as soon as possible, it’s a lot safer there.”

“Sure Hyung!” Jungkook jumped up. “Quick thing, what consoles do you have at your place?”

“What?” Yoongi said.

“None,” Taehyung said. “I even had to buy him a Roku for his TV.”

Jungkook nodded seriously. “Then we’re going to have to bring all of them.”

“Yah! You should just get some clothes and a toothbrush.”

Jungkook shook his head. “What if we’re there for a couple of days? This is important, Hyung.”

Yoongi could only sigh. They pulled together a couple of bags of video games, cords, consoles, a few articles of clothing and Taehyung’s art supplies. He growled at the two to hurry and eventually got them out of the apartment and down to his car. The drive over was full of Taehyung’s nervous chatter, asking him questions that he didn’t feel like he wanted to answer. Yoongi kept things fairly simple and avoided talking too openly about his past. Each question was another nail in the coffin of his new life. He was not fond of the memories of less than a year ago. Not much time had passed but his life in Seoul had been such a contrast from his former one, he had already gained distance from that life.

They arrived in the garage of his building and he recognized a few men in suits standing outside his private elevator. Good, Namjoon had already brought in bodyguards. He nodded at the two as he led the others to the elevator. Namjoon was walking towards the entryway as the elevator reached his floor.

“Hyung.” Namjoon looked relieved. “What’s going on?”

Jimin came in behind him and walked straight towards Yoongi, pulling him into a hug before he could even open his mouth. “Hyung. Are you okay?”

Yoongi pulled away. “I’m fine. Come on, let’s sit down.”

He led them into the living room where Jin was pacing on the carpet. “Yoongi! Who is it?”

Yoongi let himself fall into his favorite chair with a huff. “Hoseok.”

Jin scowled. “That little fucker.”

Jimin looked confused as he watched them talk, and Yoongi decided to go over the story of what happened again. Jin and Namjoon shared a shocked look when he got to the part about Hoseok and his previous relationship.

“Hyung-nim, what do you want us to do?” Namjoon said when he finished.

“We should set up a meeting. Can we use your restaurant, Jin?” Yoongi said.

“Of course.” Jin’s expression was grim.

“Good. Let’s set it up.” Yoongi turned his attention to the three youngest. “In the meantime, I need you three to stay here where you’ll be safe.”

“Stay here, you mean we can’t leave?” Jimin bit his lip.

Jin came over to perch on the edge of the couch and rubbed Jimin’s shoulder. “I know this might disrupt your lives but please listen to Yoongichi until we can resolve this.” Jin frowned with a pouted lip. “I know you didn’t sign up for any of this. I’m really sorry about that.”

Jungkook nodded and Tae still looked bewildered. Jimin rested his head against Jin. “It’s okay Hyung. We know it’s not your fault.”

“That’s true.” Yoongi’s expression was dark. “This is all my fault. I should have never… Well, it doesn’t matter, now. As soon as you’re out of danger this will all be over.” Yoongi stood up then, face set in anger. “For what it’s worth I’m sorry.”

He tried to look at the three boys when he said it but he could only glance briefly before turning away. They didn’t seem angry or resentful, but they should. They should hate that he came into their lives bringing his violent and dark world with him.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said. “I’m not upset. I want to help you.”

“Yeah, Hyung, what can we do?” Taehyung stood up and gently grasped Yoongi’s hand. “This Hoseok guy is the jerk, don’t blame yourself.”

Jimin lifted his head and scowled. “Yeah! You tried to leave that life behind. It’s not fair.”

Yoongi felt strange, warm and anxious. He was totally upending their lives, and they had barely enough time to get to know each other, yet they weren’t angry. They wanted to help him. It made no sense but it felt… nice.

“Uh, thanks. You can help by staying here, staying away from danger. I have to assume that if you leave this apartment someone who works for Hoseok will be there waiting.”

They nodded and Jungkook hummed dissent. “I don’t mind staying Hyung, but you should use my help. I’ve studied martial arts!”

Jin sighed. “Kookie, these are very bad people. You should stay away from them.”

Jungkook shrugged. “Those punks from today weren’t too scary. I could’ve taken them.”

Namjoon put his face in his hands. “For fuck’s sake kid, let us handle this, okay?”

Jungkook was not convinced but sat back with a sigh. “Fine.”

“Let’s go find some rooms for all of us,” Jin said.

Yoongi turned to him. “Are you staying, too? Good. We’ll need less security that way.”

Namjoon nodded. “I thought it’d be better. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Yoongi said.

Jin smiled. “He just wants an in-house chef, Joon-ah.”

“You might be the chef, but I’m his personal assistant.” Namjoon teased.

Yoongi shrugged. “Go divide the rooms. Should be enough for everyone.”

Jin nodded and gestured for the others to follow him, leaving Namjoon and Yoongi alone.

Namjoon’s expression became dark. “We don’t have the same people anymore Hyung. Most of the guys that worked for us went to other groups. Many of them went to the Fists. The security I’ve gotten so far are all people we trust, but if it turns into a war--”

“It won’t.” Yoongi sat back in his chair, expressionless.

“But, Hyung--”

“It won’t turn into a war. I have no army, I don’t even have a territory. The only thing I have is money. If Hoseok is going to try to shake me down, I will take him out and let the rest run back to Daegu to pick up the pieces. If he takes me out first, he’ll get nothing and all my assets will go to you.”

Namjoon scowled. “That’s not going to happen, Hyung.”

Yoongi gave a small shrug. “It might. He’ll make a play for the boys. He thinks they are my weak spot, and he’s right. I have to protect them. If we can manage to keep them safe, what leverage does he have? Either this is a shakedown or it’s revenge. If it’s revenge he’ll try to kill me at the meeting.”

“We control the location. We can get crew we trust and set up some contingency plans for the meeting itself.”

“Good.”

“But Hyung, this whole thing doesn’t sit well with me. Why would he attack now? Why after so long away from the game? It’s not like if he takes you out he gains new territory or people. He has Daegu already, he has income. If it was just money, why not go after easier rich targets? This is a stupid play on his part.”

Yoongi scowled. “I know what you’re implying. But it’s not a vendetta, Namjoon. There is nothing there.”

Namjoon’s voice became softer. “Isn’t it possible Hyung? Maybe he had feelings that were hurt?”

Yoongi gave a humorless laugh. “The last night…” He sighed, hating the need to tell this story to another person, the shame of it still burning him. “We weren’t dating. We hooked up sometimes, right? We needed to keep our relationship secret. But after a couple of years, I guess I started to hope it could be more. I told him that I had feelings for him. I actually told him that I loved him. He laughed, Namjoon. He laughed in my face and it was the last time we got together. Months later, when I was preparing to retire I talked to him alone, I told him that I was leaving Daegu to him and there was no hard feelings even though I wanted to hate him. I let it go, I got over it, but he never had anything to get over. If anyone had a reason to feel resentful, it was me. I got hurt, I was the fool. He never felt a thing.”

“I’m really sorry, Hyung. That’s awful.”

Yoongi shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now. That’s why I know this isn’t personal. He thinks he can get something out of me, I just don’t yet see what that is. But it’s not because he hates me. To really hate someone you have to have loved them once, trusted them. He never felt anything for me, Namjoon.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I’ll try to connect with a few contacts I have in Daegu, but I don’t like going in blind, Hyung. There has to be some reason he’s starting a fight with you now.”

“Find out what you can, but I don’t want to delay the meeting for too long. He’s threatening innocents, Namjoon. I’m not going to let that stand.”

Namjoon nodded. “Agreed.”


***


Jin led his little group upstairs, peering into guest rooms one by one. “Taehyungie did such a good job!” he exclaimed after the third bedroom. “How did you manage to decorate so many rooms?”

Taehyung grinned, proudly. “Just barely. Thanks, Hyung.”

“He didn’t sleep, that’s how. Tae Tae is a perfectionist.” Jimin beamed at him.

Jungkook pointed at the bedroom closest to the master bedroom. “I want this one. It’s closest to Hyung.”

Tae and Jimin looked at each other, communicating something without words. “Kookie thinks he’s hyung’s guard dog,” Jimin teased.

Jin huffed. “We’re trying to protect you three, not the other way around.”

Jungkook’s large eyes peered back at him. “Yeah but Hoseok only threatened us to get at Yoongi-hyung.”

“Hyungie, who is this Hoseok guy? He’s Hyung’s ex-boyfriend? Is he attractive?” Jimin said, tossing himself onto the bed of the room they were in.

Jin sighed and slipped into one of the chairs on the other side of the room, Jungkook taking the other and Tae cuddling into Jimin on the bed. “Hoseok is attractive, I didn’t know until today that they dated. I’m still in shock over that little piece of info. I actually knew Hoseok pretty well.”

“What’s he like, Hyung?” Tae said.

“Hmm, I always liked him. He’s funny and sarcastic. For a gang leader, he’s surprisingly laid back socially. Got into the game because his Dad was a gambling addict, something like that. He had to drop out of a performing arts school and hustle so his Dad didn’t get himself killed.”

Tae pouted. “Sad.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Hoseok is no golden-hearted gangster. As a leader, he’s a drill sergeant. He ruled his area with a steel fist. He’s a demanding boss with no tolerance for imperfection. He ran the biggest crew outside of ours, and because Yoongi didn’t want a war, we lived in relative peace, side by side. Yoongi leaving was supposed to be the best thing that could happen for Hoseok, he gained his territory and took in a lot of our old crew.” Jin sighed again. “I can’t believe he’s trying to ruin Yoongi’s new life, that little shit. Yoongs doesn’t deserve this.”

“Jin-hyung? It seems like Hyung might be wrong and this really is personal?” Jungkook said.

“I agree with you, Kookie. It might be. But it is out of character for Hoseok. He didn’t cause much drama for personal reasons before.”

“Okay but, how attractive?” Jimin said.

Jin smirked. “Very. But still not as cute as you Jiminie.”

“You’re just fishing for compliments.” Tae tickled Jimin. “Hyung, how do we help? I think I could be a spy, I have natural talents in being sneaky.”

Jimin smacked him back. “Ignore him. We will stay in the apartment, and be good, right guys?”

Jungkook and Tae nodded reluctantly.

Jin considered the three of them. “Yeah, why am I not convinced? You know, I was your age when I fell into the underworld. I got into a bit of trouble, lost everything, and met some people that were gross enough that I didn’t mind relieving them of their money. I’m not proud of the things I did, but I’m a realist. The world can be a dark place. Ignoring the darkness doesn’t make it go away.”

Jimin scowled slightly. “What do you mean, Hyung?”

Jin bit his lip. “Nothing. Just, know that we will keep you safe, but also know that the person you can rely on most is yourself. Figure out how you can protect yourself, and each other. Look out for yourselves.”

Jungkook’s eyes gleamed. “We will Hyung. We’re not as useless as you might think.”

“I don’t think your useless, Kookie. And I’m not saying to do anything stupid! Listen to Yoongi, he became a very powerful person because he’s good at situations like this. But you aren’t children, either.”

Tae smiled. “Thanks, Hyung. I think I get it.”

Jin stood up. “I’ll leave you guys, you probably have a lot to talk about. I’m taking the room next to the master bedroom by the way. It’s the nicest.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook whined.

Jin sent an air kiss in his direction, before leaving the room and closing the door. Jungkook got up as soon he did and came over to the bed. He flopped himself onto his friends, pulling them into an awkward hug. Jimin shifted to better hug Jungkook back before they rearranged themselves, sitting with crossed legs.

“Guys, this is so intense.” Jimin grabbed each of their hands.

“I know.” Jungkook beamed. “This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to us.”

“Kookie!” Jimin smacked his leg.

Tae looked thoughtful. “I kinda figured he was a gangster.”

“Really?” Jimin said.

“Yeah. He only talked about being into real estate, but I’ve met a lot of real estate agents and investors and, yeah, they are nothing like Hyung. And he is way too loaded.”

Jimin hands were twitching, fingers clasping at the two hands he held. “This is serious. I mean we could be in danger, right?”

Tae unclasped their hands and scooted behind Jimin so he could back hug his best friend. “Jiminie, we’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How Tae? You’re not actually a spy.”

“But I could be!” Tae grinned real wide. “Here’s the thing. I like Hyung and it’s bullshit that his ex is trying to ruin this thing we just started. It’s so unfair for Hoseok whoever to be a total stalker and mess with Hyung. He’s just trying to go straight and live a fabulous gay life. ”

Jungkook giggled and Jimin groaned.

“Tae, do you even hear yourself?” Jimin said. “What a jerk this Hoseok guy is. Though, I really need to see what he looks like.”

Jungkook pushed Jimin’s arm. “Why are you so insecure. Stop it.”

“As I was saying,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I don’t want Hyung to break up with us because his ex is being an asshole. I really like him.”

Jimin pouted, letting his head fall back onto Tae’s shoulder. “I really like him, too.”

“I never told you guys about my date! Oh my god, he was so great, but first, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you. I was so distracted by Jungkook’s win last night.”

“Kookie you did so well, three Overwatch wins in a row!” Jimin said.

Tae continued, “Guys, he gave us the full amount. Like fully paid for our expenses and tuition. For a year.”

Jimin turned to Tae, open-mouthed with shock. “Taehyung, did you seriously ask for that much? Please tell me you didn’t ask for that much?”

Tae shrugged. “I had reasons.”

Jungkook’s eyes were saucers. “Holy shit. That’s crazy.”

Jimin looked scared. “Tae took money from an actual gangster. Oh my god.”

“No, Chim, you don’t understand. He was so cool about it. Like he was really nice. He said he didn’t want us to stay around if we didn’t like him. He was even cool about me asking to wait before I slept with him. Even after we talked about money. It was ...actually really unexpected.”

Jungkook whined.

Jimin looked at him but turned back to Tae. “Why didn’t you sleep with him? You’ve been crushing on him this whole time.”

Tae sighed. “I’m not like you Chim. I can’t just do it and have it mean nothing.”

“But Tae Tae, he’s our sugar daddy? Like this is not a relationship, right? We’re supposed to avoid feelings.”

“I don’t care. I like him and it feels like I’m getting closer to him for real. And him being a gangster makes everything even more exciting!”

Jimin groaned and pulled out of Tae’s arms. “You’re insane.”

“Jimin-hyung? Did you, ah, sleep with Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook said.

“Hell, yes I did. It was amazing.” Jimin slid onto Jungkook’s lap dramatically. “Did you?”

Jungkook bit his lip and his eyes got glossy. “No. He didn’t want to. Because, you know, I’m a virgin.”

“Oh, that’s nice of him.” Tae squeezed his arm.

“No, it’s not! I seriously wanted to. And now he thinks I’m a just a kid and it pisses me off. I’m so tired of being a virgin. It sucked when he... rejected me.”

Jimin rubbed his back. “It’s okay, Kookie. It’s not like he didn’t want to, right? He’s just being a gentleman.”

Jungkook glared at him. “A gentleman gangster.”

Tae gasped. “Perfect title for our romance novel!”

“But seriously Kookie, this is why I lied about being a virgin the first time I did it. People get so weird about virgins, and your first time is going to suck anyway. I don’t get the big deal.” Jimin sighed.

Tae grinned. “My first time didn’t suck.”

Jimin pinched his cheek. “That’s because I had to take good care of my best friend.”

“Gross, don’t talk about that. You two are not allowed to have sex again. Or talk about it.” Jungkook shook his head.

Tae tapped his lip. “But it did take care of my virginity problem. Maybe Jimin could help you out with yours?”

Jungkook smacked Tae’s leg. “No way! We are best friends. Don’t make it weird.”

Jimin giggled. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”

“I know you wouldn’t, you skank.” Jungkook shoved Jimin off his lap.

“Rude! Plus you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I know Hyung, that’s the point! I just want to treated like an adult already. This sucks,” Jungkook said.

Tae patted him. “Don’t worry too much, Kookie. Let’s put our energy into convincing Hyung to not just cut things off after the Hoseok thing is sorted. And let’s figure out how to join his gang!”

“What, you think he’ll break it off?” Jimin said.

“He said as much. He assumed we’d want to now that we know the truth. But I want to keep seeing him.”

“Me too,” Jimin said, determined.

“Me too. I think Hyung is awesome,” Jungkook said.

“Ok then, then I think we need to make ourselves useful,” Tae said.

“How?” Jimin said.

Tae put up his hands, talking with them in the animated way he did when he got excited. “Well, I’ve been thinking about this, actually. I want us to like take care of Hyung. I think we should support him, and keep him happy. He’s kind of lonely, right? And the whole reason he started this thing with us is because he wanted to date but didn’t really know how. That’s what he told me, anyways. And seeing that he was a gangster that had to hide he was gay, probably he’s been lonely for a long time. And his, like, only boyfriend from that time turned around and threatened him.”

“Poor Yoongi-hyung. Let’s support him by finding this Hoseok guy and kicking his ass.” Jungkook gave a serious grimace.

“Kookie, no.” Jimin glared.

“I was thinking, more like something we can actually do.” Tae smiled at their maknae. “Let’s be good boyfriends! I mean he’s already paid us, so let’s just do our jobs. Give him back rubs --”

Jimin interrupted, “and blow jobs!”

Tae rolled his eyes. “And hang out with him, and try to keep his spirits up. That sort of thing.”

“I think that’s fine. But, personally, I’m going to work on my martial arts skills. We don’t know what’s going to happen and I’m going to be ready,” Jungkook said.

“Sure, Kookie.” Jimin ruffled his hair. “Train me, too. I’m pretty strong.”

“But you’re tiny,” Jungkook said.

“Asshole!” Jimin laughed.

“So mean, Kookie!”

“I was just kidding, Hyung. I’ll train you. What about you Tae?” Jungkook grabbed his bicep and squeezed. “You need all the help you can get.”

“I’m not strong, but I’m smart. I’d rather try to learn more about Hyung’s world. I’m going to bug Namjoon and Jin for information.”

“Good idea.” Jimin sighed. “Looks like when we’re staying here we finally get separate rooms.”

Tae looked back and forth between the two of them. “Who will I cuddle, though?”

Jungkook nodded. “It’s like been a crazy day. Um, could we share for tonight, at least?”

Jimin smirked at them. “You two are so funny. You both complain about how small our apartment is --”

Tae huffed. “I know, but we’re used to it! You can’t just change overnight.” Tae pouted. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

“Okay, let’s share for tonight. Three can fit on a king, right?” Jimin smiled, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulder and nuzzling Tae’s. They were together and could face anything that way, so they should stay together. Even if it meant a very cramped and overly warm night’s sleep.

 

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The next morning came with the exuberant noise of chattering and teasing of five close friends, and Yoongi didn’t quite know what was happening. He had stayed up late into the night, reaching out to old contacts to try and get a sense of what was happening in the Deagu scene, but had learned almost nothing. The Fists were the largest gang by far, doing well without any incidents of note, after they took over the territory in one aggressive swoop. There were a few rival gangs, but they seemed to be keeping to their neighborhoods and there was no inkling of any territory disputes. There was one gang that came up in many of his conversations, the Pythons. He knew their leader, Sungwoo, and he was a repellent scum bag with no sense of sympathy. He was into drugs and prostitution mostly, and had a reputation for his cruelty. He was more old world, tried to play the age card in business dealings, got offended easily and constantly overestimated his worth. Yoongi had dealt him as little as possible, but it seemed in his absence, the Pythons area had expanded and they were coming up in the world. But still not big enough to take on the Fists, and they wouldn’t be for a long time. The word on the street was that everything was peaceful in Daegu. It made no sense.

After a few hours of fitful rest, Yoongi came down from his bedroom bleary-eyed and in great need of caffeine. For the first time in years, maybe the first time since he was a teenager sharing rent, there was laughter and noise filling his home. He paused on the stairs, disoriented and a little unnerved, when he shook his head. He had five other people staying with him, of course it would be noisy. The contrast to his usual mornings struck him. He didn’t realize how quiet it had been until it wasn’t. It actually felt homey for the first time since he moved in. He stood on the stairs for a couple minutes, eavesdropping in his own apartment, just to enjoy the feeling of it.

He eventually decided to join the others, chastising himself for feeling a little shy about walking to the kitchen in his own house, but still worrying over how they would treat him. Now that they had time for it to sink in, he expected the three boys to resent him, maybe hate him. He wouldn’t blame them if they did. And it hurt. He’d had so little time with them.

As he came into the kitchen, his resting face of mild disappointment and unerring confidence was in place, if utterly false. His eyes scanned the others in the room furtively. Jin was cheerfully making eggs in a pan and Namjoon was on his laptop on the kitchen counter. Jimin seemed to be helping Jin with breakfast, chopping some vegetables, and it was his bird-like laugh that he heard from the stairs, sweet and endearing. Tae was sitting next to Namjoon, sneaking peeks over his shoulder and apparently pestering the man, with the way Namjoon shot him glares. Jungkook was snacking, diving around Jimin and Jin to steal bites of the food they were trying to cook. They seemed at ease, comfortable and teasing. Why did it seem almost heart-breaking to him? Maybe because this was his apartment and this was a scene he certainly didn’t belong in.

He felt so out of place, he didn’t say good morning, feeling like maybe he could slip in the kitchen for coffee without interrupting and slink back to his office. As soon as he walked past the threshold, however, Tae jumped up from the counter and wrapped him in long limbed hug.

“Hyung, good morning,” Tae beamed.

“Uh, morning.” Yoongi patted his back a little before extracting himself.

“Hyung!” Jimin dropped his knife and came over pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Good morning. We’re making breakfast.”

Namjoon looked up, “Hyung I’ve got some more info--”

“Aish, Joon-ah. Wait till after breakfast.” Jin poked his boyfriend with the clean end of his cooking chopsticks.

Jungkook crowded Yoongi and Jimin, “Hyung. I made you coffee. Jin-hyung says you like it strong so I made it with twice the coffee grounds.”

He was handed a cup of black sludge. “Thanks, Jungkook.”

Jimin smiled at him so cheerfully, Yoongi felt a little disoriented. Why were they in such a good mood? Why were they being nice to the gangster who upended their lives and brought them trouble?

With a scowl he sat down at the counter next to Namjoon, the one person who was acting normally, and began to sip at his cup of coffee sludge.

“Holy shit that’s strong.”

Jungkook looked pleased and Jimin giggled. “I told you it was too much coffee, Kookie.”

“He likes it! Tell them you like it, Hyung.” Jungkook said.

“It’s fine. I like it strong.”

Jungkook beamed. “See? I’ll make your coffee every morning Hyung, don’t worry.”

Tae came back around the counter and took up the chair on Yoongi’s other side. “Did you sleep well, Hyung?”

“Yeah, just fine. Um, were the beds okay?” Yoongi tried another sip, suppressing his need to gag at the actual coffee grounds.

“So good! The bed we slept on was like a fluffy cloud.” Jimin turned back to his cutting at a poke from Jin.

“You shared? You didn’t have to share a room, I have four guest rooms,” Yoongi said.

“That’s what I said. You’d think three boys stuck in a tiny dorm apartment would relish the chance for their own beds.” Jin gestured with his chopsticks.

Tae smiled. “We’re used to sharing. Sometimes, you need to cuddle, you know, Hyung?”

Yoongi looked up surprised. “Nope, can’t say I do.”

Jimin turned to him with a wicked grin, “Liar.”

Tae wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder. “Hyung, I just know you are a secret cuddler, but you don’t have to worry, we won’t cuddle-shame you.”

Yoongi couldn’t suppress his laugh. “Aish, brat! I am not.”

Jungkook grinned, looking smug and adorable. “Secret cuddler. That’s cute, Hyung.”

Yoongi shook his head, actually shocked. Why were they acting so casually? It was surreal, almost too good be true. He couldn’t help anticipating the other shoe to drop, where this all turned out to be an act.

Breakfast passed cheerfully and easily. Tae was a chatterbox and Namjoon nearly strangled the boy over his constant questions about his business. Jimin and Jin seemed joined at the hip, they obviously had a close relationship after working together at Jin’s restaurant and both were so at ease he almost felt it was their apartment he was a guest in. Jimin had even started to learn where he kept things in his kitchen, and Yoongi asked him where to find soy sauce instead of searching. Jungkook was pretty quiet compared to the others, but he smiled and laughed at the conversation, occasionally teasing his hyungs, fearless and comfortable.

Yoongi couldn’t help but relax in their presence. He felt relaxed despite himself. He figured that the energy and volume of this many people would become annoying, but it didn’t. His cheeks were getting tired from smiling. When they all had finished eating, he started to bring back his plate in the kitchen to have it stolen by Tae. “Let us clean up, Hyung.”

Yoongi shrugged and went back over to Namjoon. “Tell me.”

Namjoon was already back to it, scrolling through some email and ignoring the bustle around the kitchen. “Got a lead. Think I’m going to follow it up in Daegu.”

Jin stopped cleaning the pan he had in his hand and walked over to them. “What’s this now?”

Namjoon bit his cheek as he looked at his boyfriend. “We need more info, Jin. There’s only so much we can find out from here.”

Jin scowled at Yoongi. He didn’t need any explanation for Jin’s concerns. “Jin, Joon-ah can take security and he can handle himself.”

“I haven’t said anything.” Jin glared.

Yoongi sighed and turned back to Namjoon. “Do it, but let’s set the meeting time sooner rather than later. I want this over with.”

“Hyung, I think we should be cautious,” Namjoon said. “Let’s go in with as much intel as we can get. Maybe set it for late next week.”

Yoongi shook his head. “No way. He’ll know we’re delaying in order to strengthen our position. It will look weak.”

“Hyung, we are weak. We have no interests, few allies, and basically no crew.” Namjoon counted off his fingers.

Tae slid over, raising his hand. “We’ll be your crew Hyung!”

Yoongi huffed a laugh. “Not sure if you fit the bill, kid. But even if we are weak, Namjoon, it doesn’t matter. We set the meeting soon, and make a show of strength. This is not about who is stronger and has more resources. It’s about how far we’re willing to push. And I’m going to push him over a cliff. Go to Daegu for no more than twenty-four hours. Do what you can and then deliver the meeting time in person. Show Hoseok that he doesn’t intimidate us.”

Jin made an exasperated noise in his throat, probably higher pitched then he intended.

Yoongi looked at him. “He won’t do anything to Namjoon. He’s always been my second, Jin. Even Hoseok wouldn’t touch my second before we’ve had a chance to meet.”

Jin folded his arms and said nothing. Jimin wrapped his arm around him, looking nervously between them.

“Namjoon-hyung, take me with you.” Jungkook stepped up to them, eyes bright.

“What? No way, you’d be in danger,” Namjoon said.

Jungkook turned to Yoongi. “Hyung, think about it. I can handle myself in a fight, I’m strong and I know three kinds of martial arts. And if Hoseok knows who I am, it’s even better, ‘cause we can show them that I’m not afraid of him. Like you were saying, a show of strength.”

Jin scowl deepened. “Yoongi, no.”

Yoongi considered the kid. It was actually a good idea. “I mean, he has a point.”

Jimin started to nervously clutch at Jin’s arm. “They wouldn’t do anything to Kookie, right?”

Namjoon turned to Yoongi. “You can’t be serious.”

“As far as Hoseok knows, the kid is my muscle. That’s how he acted when the Fist punks confronted me. And he showed himself able to stay calm and take instructions.”

Jungkook looked proud. “Trust me. I won’t let you down, Hyung.”

“Wait a fucking second.” Jin was getting red. He came over to Yoongi, grabbed his sweater and physically dragged him away. “Hey, Jin--” Yoongi sputtered before being shoved into the nearest room with a door, his office, Jin slamming the door behind him.

“Jin what the fuck--” Yoongi growled.

“What the fuck, yourself. Are you seriously going to send a twenty-year-old kid and my boyfriend to your enemy in Daegu to ‘look strong’. I’m not going to let you get them killed over your fucking lover’s spat.” Jin was fully blushed with anger, red up to his ears.

Yoongi’s eyes became slits, bristling over the disrespect and implications. Jin had never spoken to him this way before. In the past he would have already been unleashing his wrath. In the past, he had goons and thugs at his every beck and call, and the clout to control them. It hit him then how much things had changed. Jin could pull him aside with nothing more than his greater physical strength and he couldn’t do much to stop him. The vulnerability felt like a knife.

But there was something else that felt different. He didn’t like to see Jin like this, scared for the people he loved, and ready to protect them against Yoongi. It felt wrong to be opposition to that. He hadn’t really let it sink in just how different his circumstances were now. These people wern’t just his ‘crew’, they were his friends. Yoongi leaned against his desk with a great sigh, letting his anger fall away.

“Okay, Jin. Hyung. What should we do instead?” Yoongi said in measured tone.

Jin, ready to argue, looked stunned. “Uh, well, I’m not sure. I really wasn’t expecting you to back down. You have never backed down for as long as I’ve known you.” Jin sniffed. “I’m sorry, Yoongi. I’m just scared.”

Yoongi huffed. “And you think I’m not? Don’t you think I know how screwed we are, Jin? How screwed I am? Hoseok has everything and I have nothing. The only way I have ever survived such bad odds in the past is by taking risks, by showing a strength I don’t actually have. And relying upon my instincts. My instinct tells me Hoseok won’t strike until the meeting, because he’d lose face, and that makes me think the kid’s idea is a good one.”

Jin shook his head. “Shit. How are you so rational? All I can think is how we can keep everyone safe and I just want to hide. It took so long to have a normal life, I don’t want to lose it now.” Jin had tears falling down his cheeks. “Yoongi, I can’t lose him. I’ll die if I do.”

Yoongi moved closer and against his nature, pulled Jin into his arms. They held each other for a few long moments, Jin trying to bring his tears under control. He pulled back with an embarrassed grimace.

“Thanks Yoongs, I can’t believe you haven’t killed me yet.”

He shrugged. “I like your cooking too much.”

Jin bit his lip. “Do it. Do your plan. You are the reason I even have this life I’m so desperate to protect, and if this is how we can get through this together, then I’ll shut up and support you. Plus, I need you to survive. I owe you everything Yoongi-ichi.”

“No you don’t. You have no debt to me Jin.”

Jin smiled. “Then do it so my best friend is safe. Because I can’t live without him either.”

“Sure, just tell me who that is--”

Jin smacked his shoulder, “You, you dummy. Mr. scary-gangster-sweetheart-kitten Min Yoongi.”

“Call me kitten again and I’ll take a hit out on you.” Yoongi scowled.

Jin smiled. “Nope, you don’t scare me. I’ve seen your soft side.”

“Well at least don’t tell Namjoon. He’s annoying enough as it is.”

Jin nodded. “Okay, deal. It will be our secret. Maybe when we go back in there I should look real scared and tell them you put me in my place.”

“Fuck me. I can’t even intimidate my chef.”

“Your chef?! You’re not even paying me, you ungrateful dongsaeng!” Jin said.

Yoongi grinned. “Sorry, Hyung.”

“That’s better. Come on.” Jin linked their arms and they walked back out, finding the rest had gathered in the living room. They looked up at them, nervous and wide eyed. Namjoon looked utterly bewildered at their linked arms and Jin’s soft expression. “We talked. I’m sorry I burst out like that. This is just hard.”

Namjoon came over and pulled Jin into an embrace. “Jin, everything is going to be okay. Yoongi-hyung knows what he’s doing and so do I.”

Jin nodded and kissed his cheek. “I know. Sorry.”

“So cute!” Tae cooed.

“Hyung, does this mean I can go?” Jungkook said.

Yoongi bit his lip. “I’ll let you decide for yourself. I think it’s a good idea, but it will put you in danger. What do you want to do?”

Jungkook had a serious expression. “I want to go. I want to help.”

Jimin sat down, pressing his lips together and saying nothing. He obviously didn’t like the idea but didn’t voice his complaint.

Namjoon sighed. “Alright. But you’re going as a silent observer. Just stand there and look tough and talk to no one.”

Jungkook nodded, unable to contain his smile.
“You’ll be fine. It’s not that unusual to bring an invitation in person like this. There are some traditions that are observed even amongst gangsters, and Hoseok would be crazy to break with them. He won’t attack us,” Namjoon said.

Yoongi sat down in his favorite chair. “Alright. Go soon. I want the meeting scheduled for no later than Friday.”

Namjoon nodded and picked up his computer. “Alright. Come on, kid, you’re with me.” He left for Yoongi’s office with Jungkook on his heels.

“In the meantime, Jin can you coordinate the security for the meeting? I want two levels of backup,” Yoongi said.

“Yeah, I will. I think the restaurant has a few rooms we can use that won’t be apparent to Hoseok’s guys. We will have the advantage, I’m sure.” Jin seemed confident in way he hadn’t before and it was a relief, actually.

“What else, Hyung. Can we help?” Tae looked so genuine, even excited.

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t think so Tae. Until Namjoon gets more information there’s not much to do.”

“Okay, then I know just what to do.” Tae clapped his hands. “Let’s watch all the Godfather movies to be super prepared.”

Yoongi spit out a laugh. “Tae, this is not some movie.”

Jimin shook his head fondly.

“Listen, didn’t you just say that showing strength was as important as having strength? So what better to study than the art of appearing powerful? You can learn from how the actors show that.”

Jimin gave a surprised laugh, “Tae that’s actually genius. Come on Hyung, it’s not a bad idea.”

Yoongi smirked at them. “Are you an expert in the underworld now Jiminie?”

Jimin blushed. “No. But it’s still a good idea just based on what you said.”

Yoongi smiled at them. “I’ll admit it, you have a point, Tae. But we’re only watching the first two, the third one is trash. And Scarface. It’s my favorite.”

Tae pumped his fist. “Yes! I’ll get the popcorn and snacks. Chim, find the blankets, we’re having a movie marathon.”

Jimin saluted him. “And a million pillows. And quick wardrobe check--” He looked Yoongi and Tae over. “Nope. Pajamas and comfy sweaters are required for a movie marathon. You have to prepare for comfort. We have three very long movies to cover, remember.”

Tae nodded seriously. “Important requirement, Chim. Hyung, you need to be wearing a sweater, the dress shirt has to go. Preferably the one that’s too long for you and gives you kitty paws. That’s the optimum movie watching attire.”

Yoongi got up and playfully slapped Tae’s arm. “I do not do kitty paws.”

Jimin took his hand with a smirk. “Come on, Hyung.” He dragged him upstairs as Tae made his way to the kitchen. Yoongi clasped his hand and still felt a little uneasy. As supportive as they all had been, he knew Jimin was worried and he couldn’t believe that things could keep going between any of them. He knew the boys were just trying to make best of the situation but as soon as the meeting was over, he knew they’d be gone.

Jimin pulled him into his bedroom, releasing his hand when they came into his closet. “This is my favorite room.”

Yoongi smiled sadly. It was strange being alone with Jimin after everything that had happened, so much had happened in the two days since Jimin had been in his bed.

Jimin was combing through his wardrobe, a little too impressed in his opinion, the only real fashionable items had been forced on him by Jin. He found a sweatshirt that looked comfortable enough and held it up to Yoongi’s torso. “Perfect.”

Yoongi sighed. “Alright, fine.” He grabbed the sweatshirt.

Jimin brought his hands up to his chest, resting his warm palms on his pecs. He started to unbutton his shirt, slowly, looking into Yoongi’s eyes with a blank expression.

“Jimin. Stop.”

Jimin blinked. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t need to do this. I know that things are different now that you know who I really am.”

Jimin scowled for second. “Hyung. I do know who you are. You’re someone trying to make a better life for himself.”

Yoongi sighed, exasperated. “Don’t romanticize me, Jimin. I’m not good person. I haven't been for a long time.”

“Hyung, please do me one favor. One thing to make up for lying to me about who you are.”

Yoongi nodded. “Alright.”

Jimin took his hands, weaving their fingers together. “Let me make up my own mind. About you. Let me decide whether I want this or not.”

“Jimin, you can’t just trust people. You’re so naive about my world, you have no idea what I‘ve done.”

“I don’t care what you’ve done.” Jimin looked intent. “I care what you do now. And I think I should judge for myself. You’ve asked me to trust you, to protect my friends and myself. I’m asking you to trust me.”

Yoongi wanted to protest, but he gave another sigh. “Fine. For now.”

Jimin grinned and brought his hands back up to his shirt. “Okay?”

Yoongi mouth twitched a smile. “Okay.”

Jimin dove in, pressing their lips together in searing kiss. “Good, ‘cause all this stress is really making me horny.”

Yoongi caught his breath and found himself nodding in agreement. “Yes, god yes.” His hands wrapped around Jimin’s waist and brought him close. “Can I...can we?”

“Please, Hyung.” Jimin pulled him into another kiss, digging his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi rubbed along his back, his fingers stroking into Jimin’s back muscles. He massaged him in long sure strokes as Jimin’s tongue explored his mouth. As Jimin broke off their kiss to place desperate kisses down his jaw and neck, he brought his hands lower, massaging deeply but slowly on Jimin’s ass.

Jimin pulled away and looked into his eyes, intense and breathless. “Hyung, promise me Kookie will be alright.”

Yoongi breathed, squeezing Jimin’s waist, a little overwhelmed. “I can’t promise. I think it’s true, but I can’t promise.”

Jimin looked scared. And another emotion crossed his features. A sort of resignation. “What can I do? How can I keep my friends safe, Hyung?”

“You can leave here and never come back.” Yoongi’s eyes burned.

Jimin stepped back. “Fuck. But I don’t want to leave. I just found you.”

Yoongi rubbed his cheek with his hand. “I’m a selfish person. I want you to stay. I want you.”

Jimin looked at him with a glare, eyes dark and almost angry. “I want you so much, Hyung. So much that it scares me.”

Yoongi kissed him again, this time slower. His feelings were so heightened, raging within him, too intense to understand. There was something about Jimin, maybe it was his uncanny beauty or soft, sweet sound of his voice. He was a little too perfect and Yoongi’s mind didn’t know how to comprehend a person like him. It was hard to accept that he was real.

And then Jimin was on fire again, switching from thoughtful to lusty like a flipped switch. His body was his emotions, tender and desperate, excited and utterly seductive. Yoongi felt dizzy under Jimin’s passion. Jimin nipped at his lips and tangled his fingers in Yoongi’s hair.

“Promise that you’ll protect us with everything you have. That you’ll take care of us.”

“I promise, Jimin.” Yoongi pulled his body closer, grinding his hips.

Jimin’s eyes rolled back and his lips were parted. “Hyung. I believe you. I trust you.”

Yoongi felt his words like a weight. Instead of being coerced or threatened, techniques that had never worked well on him, he was being convinced with Jimin’s faith. He never wanted to see Jimin disappointed in him, and the surge of protective affection he had for the boy filled him with desire. He kissed him again, desperate to prove himself to Jimin, desperate to own him. Jimin became softer as Yoongi grasped him harder, becoming pliant. Yoongi ripped up off his clothes before helping Jimin strip. They tumbled out of the closet, not stopping their kissing and barely making it to the bed. Yoongi lubed up his fingers and opened Jimin quickly, feeling the little high pitched whines coming from Jimin were the hottest sounds he’d ever heard.

He entered Jimin, facing him, wrapped in his strong legs. He couldn’t stop looking at his pretty half-lidded eyes, shiny and rapt, looking at him in a way he couldn’t quite interpret. Jimin looked in awe, almost fearful, overwhelmed but fascinated. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Almost no one. There was a time he thought he saw an expression like that, but of course, he had been wrong.

Yoongi closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see that face, he didn’t want to be wrong again. He lost himself to the pleasure of Jimin’s body and let the memories stay buried.