Flower

by glosstans

Chapter 2: Blooming

Notes:

It's been three months, I'm so sorry... but I hope that it's worth it.

A HUGE thank you to Mel (@softminiz) who betaed this, you're amazing and helped me so much xx

“This movie sucks.”

“Tae, you’re literally the one who picked it.”

“Well, it’s not like I knew it was going to suck when I picked it!”

“Jimin, don’t pick on Tae,” Yoongi spoke up from where he and Jungkook were tangled up on Jimin’s couch. The couple currently bickering were sat on the floor with their backs to the couch, just as intertwined as the other half of their quartet. Yoongi’s fingers were busy in Jimin’s hair, messing with it absentmindedly as they watched the movie that, honestly speaking, was kind of shit.

“I’m not picking on him!” Jimin defended himself. He looked over his shoulder to glare at them, Yoongi for teaming up against him and Jungkook for chuckling.

Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle as well, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on Jimin’s lips to placate him. “‘M sorry, Minnie. Just saying that Tae did say he didn’t know anything about the movie when he picked it.”

Jimin pouted, tilting his head up for a proper kiss and humming happily when he got it. “It’s still a shitty movie,” Jimin said when they finally pulled away.

“Yeah,” Yoongi whispered. “It kind of is…”

“Yoongi!” Taehyung sounded betrayed, letting his head fall against the couch by Jungkook’s knees to look up at them. “Whose team are you actually on?”

Jungkook laughed, playfully bumping the top of Taehyung’s head with his knee as gently as he could. “You know this movie sucks ass, don’t lie.”

“I mean just because it does doesn’t mean you all have to say it. Can’t you just act like it’s good for me?”

There were a few seconds of silence before the three of them shook their heads, giving him a unanimous “no.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but burst into laughter, turning to slap in Jungkook and Yoongi’s general direction. He ended up hitting Jungkook in the ribs a bit too hard, making the other yelp in a mix of surprise and pain. “Assholes, all three of you.”

"You know you love me," Jimin teased, looking at Taehyung with the same soft look in his eyes he always got around him. "Don't lie."

"You're lucky you're cute," Taehyung said, pointing a finger in Jimin's face, mirth clear in his eyes.

"Oh yeah, and the sex has nothing to do with it," Jungkook teased, raising a brow and making Yoongi chuckle.

"I mean... meh "

"Meh?!"

"You heard me. M eh "

"Tae, you're going to give him an aneurysm," Yoongi chuckled. "Don't be mean."

"There's a difference," Taehyung started, turning to point at Yoongi in an attempt to make a point. Though it was pretty hard to take him seriously when it was obvious he was trying not to break into a smile. "Between being mean and being honest."

"What's honest, " Jungkook said through a groan as he untangled himself from Yoongi, his back cracking after having been still for so long. "Is that this movie's shit and I want to do something else. So, what're we gonna do next, gays?"

"Oh, so we're just going to ignore Tae saying I'm 'meh' at sex?" Jimin frowned, still stuck on Taehyung's joke. It made Yoongi smile a bit fonder than he realized.

"I know you just want to be complimented, Minnie, but that's not going to stop me." Yoongi continued playing with Jimin's hair as he spoke up, "I'm sure you're great in bed if what I've seen so far is any indication. Tae's just being bratty again cause he's bored."

"Well fuck me, hyung. You didn't have to come for me that hard," Taehyung laughed, deep and inviting, making Yoongi smile wide.

"'M just tellin' the truth," he said, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

Jimin, however, beamed, happy to receive the compliment. "Thank you, honey."

Yoongi hummed, sitting up and cracking his knuckles just as Jungkook had done. Fuck, for a rich family, Taehyung's couch was pretty small. Though he also figured couches weren't built with cuddling teenage boys in mind, so it made sense.

"What're we gonna dooo?" Jungkook groaned from beside them, starting to get restless. "'M fucking bored."

"What time is it?" Taehyung asked, getting up and gathering all of their cups, ready to take them to the kitchen.

"Uhh," Jimin said, taking out his phone. "Like eight. We should probably make something for dinner.

Taehyung's parents had gone out that night for their anniversary, informing Tae that they would probably be out until eleven. They had a dinner reservation at 6:30, and since the symphony orchestra was playing in town, they had decided to make that part of their celebrations as well. Letting Taehyung know that they weren't likely to be back until midnight, they said it was okay if Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi came over to spend the night. He spent no time in sending them in a text telling them to pack their bags and get their asses to his house ASAP.

"I really don't feel like cooking," Taehyung sighed, placing the cups in the sink to be dealt with later.

"I can cook us something," Yoongi offered, already getting off the couch and making his way into the kitchen

"You sure hyung?" Taehyung asked, turning to look at him as he rested against the counter. "You're a guest, you don't have to, y'know."

"Just 'cause I'm a guest doesn't mean I don't have to help with anything," Yoongi argued. "I want to help, it's okay. I promise."

"Alright," Taehyung shrugged, stepping away from the counter. "What do you want to make? I'll get everything out for you."

"Do you have beef?" Yoongi asked, racking his brain for something they all ate that wouldn't take too long.

"Probably, let me check."

"How do we feel about spicy beef noodles?" Yoongi asked, raising his voice so Jimin and Jungkook could hear him from the living room.

After everyone agreed and Taehyung helped him get out all the ingredients, he got to work. It took a moment to adjust to someone else's kitchen, but he got a hang of it pretty quickly. It also helped to have Jimin helping him, both because of the extra hands and because he knew the place inside out by now.

Jungkook had gotten out his speaker from his bag, he and Taehyung sitting at the breakfast bar--because of course they had a fucking breakfast bar; Yoongi was constantly amazed at how different their life was from his--arguing over what songs to play. He and Jimin just smiled as they listened, knowing that offering up any comments at this point would just put them back to square one, so they kept quiet.

They listened as Jungkook started to pout, arguing that after the movie fiasco, he couldn't trust Taehyung to pick out good songs. Taehyung argued that Jungkook never complained about his music taste before so why start now? Jungkook pointed out that it was his speaker, after all, he should decide what it's used for. But then, of course, the fact that it was Taehyung's house was brought up, and shouldn't he get to say what was played at his house?

They sounded like toddlers, and Yoongi and Jimin were having a hard time keeping straight faces as they listened. It had been a week since the party, but with school, after-school activities and their families keeping them so busy, they hadn't had a chance to all get together since then. Or at least, Yoongi and Jungkook hadn't had time to join Jimin and Taehyung, who they knew were more than likely to have been together at some point over the week. Just because they hadn't time to be alone, however, didn't mean that they were strangers. They continued to flirt from across the classroom and in the cafeteria. They still all sat together, touching each other in any way they could get away with. It was nice. It didn't feel like too much too soon, or like it was coming out of nowhere.

Namjoon, of course, had noticed a different air around them as soon as they came into school that Monday. Pulling Yoongi aside before classes had even started, he asked, "so, what's going on there?"

"What?" Yoongi asked, genuinely confused. He hadn't even done anything but change his shoes, what was Namjoon talking about?

"With you and the others, y'know," Namjoon said, raising a brow. Yoongi could see the teasing look in his eyes and for some reason it made him blush. "Saturday you call me asking for advice on what counts as dressing slutty and now you're...different, I dunno."

Yoongi bit his lip, dipping his head as he tried his damnedest to get his blush to die down. He didn't think it was working. "I honestly don't know what to tell you, Joon-ah. It's-It's complicated."

He didn't know how much the rest of the class knew about their specific relationship, though he didn't doubt they had their suspicions. Jimin and Taehyung never confirmed their relationship, but they never really had to. Then Jungkook joined the fray and people started to get confused. Jimin and Taehyung seemed equally as flirty with him as they did with each other. Maybe they were just really close friends. Yoongi didn't think anyone actually had an idea of what really went on behind closed doors. They'd probably just think that Yoongi was another addition to their touchy friend group, and he wasn't planning on going around correcting them.

With Namjoon it was different, though. He trusted him and knew that he was just as gay as him and hadn't judged him this far along, why would he start now? Still, not wanting to out anything that the others didn't want him to, he just shrugged, torn between not wanting to say anything, and wanting to tell him everything.

"We- I don't really know yet, not completely. And I mean, shit, I might never know, but I'm happy now. I think I am at least, we'll see. But really, how'd you know?" Yoongi tilted his head to the side as he looked up at his friend, honestly curious at how Namjoon had picked up on the change.

"When you walked past them to change your shoes, it was just different. You all just looked like something had shifted between you. Softer looks, I guess. And I didn't miss Taehyung reaching out to touch your hand, so there was also that."

As the days passed, he had a feeling Namjoon started picking up on more and more pieces of their relationship.

He had learned what Namjoon had meant by softer looks, though. Several times after the party Yoongi would feel someone watching him, and when he would turn it was one of his...partners? fuck buddies? not-boyfriends-but-kind-of-boyfriend-and-also-joint-non-romantic-partner? And though they would look away as quickly as Yoongi would catch them, he would still catch the look in their eyes. It reminded him of the looks Jimin had, up to that point, reserved for Jungkook and Taehyung. The fact that now he was on the receiving end of such adoring looks made him feel more emotions than he really knew how to process.

What he did know, however, is that he was happy. He felt fuzzy and floaty around them, and though he didn't want to think too deeply about everything those feelings implied, he didn't ignore them.

Yoongi and Jimin were busy plating their dinner, Taehyung and Jungkook long having drifting into silence. They had finally decided on an RnB playlist, Heize's Underwater lilting through the speakers as they were busy looking at their phones.

"No phones at the dinner table," Jimin teased, placing their plates in front of them as Yoongi got out soda from the fridge.

"Good thing this is a breakfast bar," Jungkook said. His monotone voice giving away that he was still looking at his phone as he spoke. It made Yoongi laugh.

" Good thing this is a breakfast bar, " Jimin repeated, deepening his voice in a mocking way.

This made both Jungkook and Taehyung laugh, finally setting their phones down at grabbing the chopsticks. Jimin and Yoongi joined them and were just about to dig in when they heard Jungkook.

"I-" He cleared his throat, looking down at his food as he spoke. He tried again. "I think I might be aromantic."

There were a few seconds of heavy silence as Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung shared quick looks. Jimin, unsurprisingly, was the first one to speak up.

"What makes you say that?" Shaking his head, he clarified. "Obviously I know what makes you say that, but what're you thinking about, Kook? That was pretty sudden. What led to you speaking up, I guess is more what I'm asking."

"I dunno," he shrugged, shifting in his seat a bit as he thought about Jimin's words. "I guess it's been on my mind a lot recently, and I just felt like saying it now."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Yoongi asked, leaning forward so he could look over at him. He didn't want to press too hard and make it seem like a huge deal, but he also knew that it was a big deal, and he didn't want Jungkook to feel like he couldn't talk to them about it.

Jungkook nodded immediately, though he stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking up. "I've always been, like, physically and sexually attracted to people, but never more than that. The thought of relationships... I don't know how to word it, they just sound weird to me. I can't bring myself to feel romantically attracted to people. And you know that I love all of you, but it's different. I love you all cause you're my best friends and I have an emotional connection with you, not because I see you romantically. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense, bun," Taehyung said, already busy playing with his hair soothingly. "And we appreciate that you've always been honest with us about that."

"I thought the problem was me for a while, y'know," Jungkook continued, not really looking at anything or anyone in particular. "Everyone else growing up was having crushes and partners, I was just horny. And then you and Jimin, I mean, shit . You two are all in love and whatever, and even though I was with you, I wasn't with you. I just didn't feel the same way you two feel about each other. I tried to at first, but just couldn't do it."

"Kookie," Jimin said in a soft voice, gently resting his hand on Jungkook's thigh. "If Taehyung and I ever made you felt like you had to feel the same way we do about each other, I'm so sorry. We never meant to make you feel pressured in any way."

"No, no, I know," Jungkook immediately nodded, looking at Jimin. "It was never you guys, it was me. Internally."

From where Yoongi sat, he could tell Taehyung was still blaming himself, despite what Jungkook said. He made a mental note to pull him aside later and let him know he shouldn't blame himself.

"Then I just started looking more into aromanticism and realized that it really resonated with me. And I don't wanna say I experience no romantic attraction, because who knows--I'm still trying to process everything, and I know it's a spectrum--but for now, yeah, that's just what seems the most... me when I think about it."

"Thanks for telling us, Kookie. Really," Yoongi said, offering him a soft smile. "I'm glad you're opening up about this to us, it means a lot."

Taehyung was nodding, agreeing. "And you can always talk to us as you keep looking into it and everything, and finding yourself. We'll support you 100% no matter what."

"And if anything ever makes you uncomfortable, or you feel like we might be making you feel pressured to feel any sort of way, please tell us," Jimin said seriously. "I don't want you to feel like you have to deal with that again."

Jungkook was flushed in the cheeks, eyes a bit glassy as he nodded, a smile slowly growing on his lips. "Thank you, I- I'm glad you didn't like kick me out or anything," he said with an airy chuckle as he tried to lift up the atmosphere.

"I mean I thought about it while you were arguing with Taehyung over the music like a bunch of three-year-olds," Jimin said, equally as teasing as he bumped into him lightly with his shoulder. "But never for anything like this. Never."

 

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"Hyung, stop moving!"

"I'm not moving!"

"Yes, you totally fucking are. Jungkook, did Yoongi just move or not?"

"Huh- what?"

"Oh my- forget it," Taehyung groaned, turning back to Yoongi, brows furrowed.

After they finished dinner and cleaned everything up, they had decided to go to Taehyung's room to just be . There, Taehyung had the brilliant idea to paint. Jimin was halfway out the door, on his way to get Taehyung's easel from the spare room when the artist spoke up to stop him in his tracks.

"No, not on the easel. I want to paint one of you guys."

"What do you mean?" Yoongi asked, looking up from the book he had been inspecting to look over at him.

"Just paint on you instead of on paper or an easel or something. C'mon, I'll show you."

So there he was, naked on Taehyung's floor on top of an already paint-covered white sheet, trying to stay as still as possible as Taehyung painted whatever vision that had come to his mind. Jimin and Jungkook were laying on the bed facing them, only half watching.

Taehyung had said he wanted to paint his hips and legs as well, so he needed Yoongi to be naked. And he hadn't had a problem with that at first, but now he was starting to get cold and the whole being naked thing was considerably less fun. So maybe the combined cold and Taehyung's paintbrush tickling over his rib cage made him jump a little. That didn't mean he had to admit to it.

"Taehyung-ahh," Yoongi whined, dragging out his name for longer than necessary just to be annoying. "I'm fucking cold, what are you even drawing that's taking so long and why do I have to be naked?"

"Cause he wants to look at your dick," came Jungkook's voice from the foot of the bed. Yoongi didn't even have to look over at him to see the smirk on his face.

"Not true!" Taehyung defended, looking over his shoulder to glare at Jungkook. "It's cause I'm wanting to paint down to his thighs. How am I supposed to paint his thighs if he's wearing boxers, hm?"

" Tae baby ," Jimin said, and just like Jungkook, Yoongi knew he was smirking. "Tell the truth."

Taehyung huffed, turning back to his painting in an attempt to completely ignore the allegations. What Jimin and Jungkook couldn't see, however, was the blush high on his cheeks and the way he was nibbling on his lower lip. They were in silence for a few seconds before Taehyung muttered,

"I also like looking at his dick."

Jungkook burst out into high pitched laughter that never failed to make Yoongi smile as wide as he could. The sound of Jimin giggling alongside him made his chest burst with warmth. He didn't know how else to describe the feeling besides joy.

"Tell me what you're painting, Tae," Yoongi said in a soft voice. Seeing the deep blush on the other boy's face, he didn't want to embarrass him anymore by teasing him about it, though he sort of wanted to.

"'S something simple," Taehyung muttered, still visibly shy from the other two still giggling. "Just some flowers and vines connecting all of them. I have them starting at your ribs and then I want to take them down to your mid-thigh maybe? Maybe just right below your pelvic bone? We'll see when I get there."

Yoongi smiled as he talked, humming along to show he was listening. He always loved to talk to Taehyung about his art. There was just a certain look he'd get his eyes, a special little twinkle that drew Yoongi in every time. It reminded him of when Jimin had told him how much he likes to listen to him talk about his own passions. Right before insinuating that he and Taehyung thought about Yoongi fingering them while they fucked, but that was an entirely different conversation he had compartmentalized to deal with some other day. The point still remained, he thought he knows what Jimin was on about that day.

"What gave you the idea to do flowers and vines, hm?"

Taehyung shrugged, swirling the brush in a glass of murky water before dipping it into a lighter shade of blue. "I don't know, the idea just popped into my head when I sat down and I went 'alright, flowers it is then.' That's how it usually goes.

Yoongi nodded, fully understanding what he meant. Sometimes he would sit at the piano and just play. Sometimes he could figure out what had inspired the particular melody, sometimes it remained a complete mystery.

"What kind of flowers are they?"

Taehyung giggled, once again shrugging. "Fuck if I know, I'm not a florist."

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh at that, raising his arm to flick Taehyung's ear.

"The blue ones with little yellow dots in the middle, I don't know what they're called," Taehyung admitted, brush now making its way down near Yoongi's navel, making his stomach jump.

"You mean daisies?" Jimin asked. He looked up from the webtoon he was most likely reading with Jungkook, somehow managing to pay attention to both things at once.

"Daisies are white, dumbass," Jungkook mumbled from beside him, still engrossed with the webtoon.

"There's more than one kind of daisy, Kook, some of them are blue. It's a whole flower family, there's fucking tons of different daisy species in the family."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?"

"The same way I do, reading a book once in your life."

"Not this bullshit again. I do read books."

"Mangas absolutely do not count as books, they're pictures!"

"Picture books!"

"Oh my God, Jungkook I-"

"How many times have they had this conversation?" Yoongi asked in a low voice, not necessarily wanting to be overheard. The roll of Taehyung's eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi did his best to stay still and tune out the petty argument still going on right beside him. The brush was constantly tickling him, he knew the only way he could stay still was if he was able to almost dissociate in a sense. Not really knowing how to do that, he figured closing his eyes was a good first step.

He had managed to somewhat reach the grey area between consciousness and sleep when he started to hear little moans coming from somewhere in the room. His first thought was that Jimin and Jungkook were going at it on the bed. It took him a few seconds to realize that the noise was actually coming from him.

Now more aware of his surroundings, he felt the ticklish bristles of the brush slowly slide down across his ribs. It moved slowly and steadily down around his belly button, pulling yet another moan from him. As the brush made its way towards his inner thigh was when he had to firmly bite down on his lip, knowing he would've been too loud otherwise.

The conscious part of his brain figured that Taehyung was working on the vines, whereas the other part of his brain had forgotten all about Taehyung and his painting, only able to focus on the light sensation of the brush on his skin. He was also hyper-aware of the feeling of eyes boring into him from across the room, not surprised that he had gotten Jimin and Jungkook's attention. He figured he was really being subtle about how good he was feeling.

"Open your eyes, honey," he heard Jimin say.

He made a sound that was supposed to resemble some form of protest, his eyelids feeling too heavy to even think about opening. Slowly, though, he focused his gaze on Taehyung who was still at his side and hovering over him.

Yoongi saw the deep flush from his cheeks down to his collar bones. Could see how hard he was biting his lip, the glassy look in his eyes, the way his chest shuddered as he breathed. He could tell how hard Taehyung was focusing on keeping his hand steady, but he could also clearly see how much he was being affected.

"Does it feel good, baby?" came Jungkook's rhetorical question. Yoongi was quickly nodding, swallowing thickly before doing his best at verbalizing a yes.

Taehyung dropped the paintbrush at his side then, letting it fall on the sheet under Yoongi. He was biting his lower lip hard, head now hung low between his shoulders as he grabbed onto his thighs. "Hyuh-Hyung," he choked out, breath uneven as he finally made eye contact with Yoongi. "'M- 'M really hard right now."

Yoongi could feel his brain start to clear at this, knowing exactly what Taehyung was getting at. His brain started to work faster than it ever had before, questions he didn't even know he had come up within nanoseconds of each other. The first time they'd had a sexual encounter, it had all been together. Maybe all four of them hadn't been directly touching each other every second of it, but it was still together. And out of all of the conversations they had had about their relationship, Yoongi never once asked about sex.

If it was okay to just have sex with one of them or did it always have to be all four of them together? If the other two were watching, did that count? Did the others have to be watching if anyone was just having sex with one other person? Did he have to ask for permission before having sex with anyone besides the whole group?

Jimin could see him overthinking, quickly grabbing the lube and tossing it in their general direction. "Honey, it's okay. If you want to do it, you can. You don't have to look so nervous all the time."

Yoongi swallowed, his palms suddenly feeling sweaty. "O-Okay," was all he got out as he slowly shifted up to where he was resting on his elbows. He could already feel his arms shaking, the excitement and adrenaline of it all already getting to him.

"Tae," he said softly. "Kiss me."

Taehyung quickly cupped his cheeks with shaking fingers, kissing him just as sweetly as he always had. However, there was an extra sort of hunger in how quick the kisses came. Yoongi felt he was drowning and floating all at the same time.

Taehyung seemed to forget all about his painting as he quickly moved to straddle Yoongi, hands still on the sides of his face. Yoongi felt a weight settle on his thighs and he knew the paint must be smeared already. A tiny part in the back of his mind felt guilty for making Taehyung ruin something he had worked so delicately on. The larger part of his mind really didn't give a fuck at this point, he had bigger things to worry about.

In between the kisses, the tongues meeting, and the moans being swallowed up by one another, Taehyung had started to strip. It hadn't taken him long to get completely naked, nothing holding him back now from blindly reaching for lube without breaking the kiss. He didn't pull away until the lube was in his grasp.

"Hyung," his voice was shaking slightly, and Yoongi was glad to know he wasn't the only jittery one. "Is it okay if you finger me? I want- I-I wanna feel hyung's fingers."

"Yes," Yoongi said, too quickly and too loud. He was too shaky and too awkward, but Taehyung seemed to pay that no mind. He looked just as far gone and affected as he did, doing wonders to keep Yoongi's insecurities in check. "Of course, baby, c'mere."

He took the lube from him before leaning back into a kiss. He fumbled with the cap before managing to get it open and pour some onto his fingers, Taehyung's lips still on his.

"He likes it sloppy, honey."

He added some more lube.

He pulled away only far enough to where their lips still brushed together with every breath. His clean hand tugged at Taehyung's ass cheek to the side so his lubed middle finger could trace a delicate circle around his rim.

Taehyung gasped, fingers twitching on Yoongi's cheeks. He loved the feeling of just Taehyung in almost as much as he loved kissing him. There was something so much more sensual to him. Kissing just wasn't the same as feeling Taehyung's every breath ghost against his lips as he slowly slid a finger into him. Couldn't compare to the way Taehyung's nose brushed up against his as he whimpered directly into Yoongi's mouth, two fingers now in his ass making it hard for him to think.

It was something he wanted to savor, so he took his time taking Taehyung apart. He thrusted his fingers in slowly, pressing and rubbing on his prostate before slowly sliding them a bit further back and just waiting. Leaving his fingers inside Taehyung, stretching him out, but doing nothing to actually stimulate him.

Having enough of Yoongi's games Taehyung started rocking his hips slowly, riding Yoongi's fingers best he could. And wow, was that a sight to behold.

"So pretty, baby," Yoongi breathed out, finally pulling back far enough to fully take Taehyung in. "So fucking beautiful.

"Hyung-- ah shit-- Hyung's s-so good. Muh-Makes me feel so good."

Pride and warmth blossomed in his chest, he was sure he was blushing as he stuttered out a shy thank you.

"Fuck," he heard Jimin hiss. A quick glance in his direction showed that he and Jungkook were just sitting there on Tae's bed. Watching with wide eyes, flushed faces, and tight pants, unable to look away. There a completely new look in their eyes that only served to fuel Taehyung and Yoongi even more. It was almost animalistic. Hungry. On edge and ready to pound. It was exhilarating.

Yoongi started to kiss Taehyung's neck, wanting to mark him up just as pretty as Tae had done to him with his paint. Taehyung whimpered, hips still busy rocking back and forth against his fingers, using him to get off in a way that made Yoongi want to burst with a million different emotions at once. He just couldn't stay still. And seemingly, neither could Taehyung.

"Hyung," Taehyung breathed out, clenching around Yoongi's fingers, making him moan softly. "Wanna fuck you. Wanna top. Is that- Can I do that? Is that okay?"

Taehyung looked down at him with wide eyes, looking nervous as if he thought Yoongi was actually going to say no.

"Please, baby," Yoongi breathed out as he nodded, not caring if he sounded desperate. He was.

"Honey," Jimin said. His voice was shaky, and when Yoongi looked over he could see why. Jungkook was busy with his hand down Jimin's pants, face nuzzled into his neck as he nipped at the skin. Swallowing thickly, he continued. "When w-was the last time you did an- anything?"

Taehyung was easing Yoongi onto his back, running his hands slowly up his legs. It took Yoongi a few seconds to answer, so caught up on everything he was feeling. "Um, I- I mean. I might have fucked myself on a dildo last night."

"Fucking shit," Jungkook groaned. "You can't just say things like that, it's not fair."

Yoongi giggled and shrugged, not at all sorry. "Aren't good boys supposed to tell the truth, Kookie?"

Jungkook's whole demeanor changed in a second. His face fell and his eyes hardened, Yoongi could see from the angle he was at that his jaw was also clenched. He looked like he was holding himself back from pouncing and Yoongi felt smug knowing he had this much of an effect on him. "Don't start tryin' to test my limits, baby. You won't like what you find.

"Mmm, I have a feeling it might be worth it." Yoongi tried to smirk when he said it, but Taehyung had picked that exact moment to tug at one of his nipples. And maybe he was more sensitive than most guys were when it came to their nipples, his body jerking and a whimper leaving him. " Taehyung ," he hissed.

"Don't talk back," Taehyung said with a pout. "'s not nice. And it means you aren't paying attention to me. Bun isn't fucking you right now, I am. Look at me, dammit."

Jimin snorted in amusement as Yoongi felt a blush start to form on his cheeks. His shoulders hunching in a natural instinct to make himself smaller.

"Sorry, Taehyungie," he mumbled. "You've got all my attention now, baby, promise."

"Good," Taehyung huffed. His sour expression slowly shifted into a pleased one as his fingertips running down Yoongi's chest gave him goosebumps. "Hyung must have looked so pretty last night. So pretty on a pretty little dildo. Should've sent pictures. Selfish, hyung."

As he spoke, he was slowly tracing the drying paint on his ribs. The vines and flowers had stayed intact above his thighs but were smudging as Taehyung traced his fingers over Yoongi's skin. He was barely adding pressure but it was putting Yoongi on edge in the best way. The sensation paired with his words were doing wonders at getting him hard. He hadn't taken Taehyung to be big on dirty talk like this, but he was far from upset about it.

"Fuck, baby," Yoongi whined as he bit his lip, quickly squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds. "Nuh-Next time. I promise. But- But only if baby promises to send an audio of your reaction. Wanna hear you moan, baby. You always sound so good, so beautiful, you have no idea."

Yoongi wasn't the only one blushing now, Taehyung's cheeks a pretty shade of pink. He nodded quickly before diving in, kissing Yoongi desperately. As they kissed, Yoongi could hear Jimin and Jungkook rustling the bedsheets. He was too preoccupied with Tae, however, to be bothered to find out what they were doing. As Taehyung kissed him, he was slowly spreading his legs and lifting them to his waist. His hands then slowly slid up his legs before running up and down his chest slowly.

His touches were light but intimate in a way that Yoongi had never experienced before. He pouted, tilting his head up to silently ask for a kiss. Taehyung giggled at the sight before bending over to kiss him sweetly.

As they pulled away, Yoongi looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "You're so..." he struggled to find a word to fully describe everything that made up Taehyung. "Breathtaking, baby."

Taehyung bit his lip to keep his smile at bay, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Yoongi's "Hyung is like a flower."

Yoongi couldn't hold back his giggle at this, tilting his head to the side and leaning back to look at him fully. "What d'ya mean?"

"I dunno," Taehyung shrugged, laughing along. "You remind me of a flower. Pretty, delicate, something you stop and look at every time no matter how many times you've seen them. You also smell good."

"C'mere, you," Yoongi said through a wide smile, cupping Taehyung's cheeks and pulling him into a slow kiss.

They kissed slowly, just slotting their lips together. They relished their proximity, not really feeling any need to rush. They had all the time in the world and were going to relish every second. As they pressed their lips together, Yoongi could feel Taehyung leaning to the side. Confusion pricked the back of his brain, though not enough to make him actually pull away from the kiss to ask. At the sound of a cap opening, though, he knew what Taehyung had been searching for.

Only a few seconds later, Taehyung had warmed up the lube best he could and started gently applying it to Yoongi's asshole. He quickly pulled away though, brows furrowed. "Shit."

"Hm?" Yoongi asked, the sensation soothing more than anything else.

"I have lube on my hands now."

"I mean...yeah. You do."

"No," Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean I have to put a condom on, but I have lube on my hands now cause I got ahead of myself."

"I'll do it, baby," Yoongi said through a smile before looking towards the bed.

And okay, maybe he hadn't been ready, because wow . Based on the sounds he had been hearing up to that point, he had been expecting a blowjob. And he supposed that's what he was seeing, but he was also seeing so much more. If he hadn't already been hard, the sight in front of him would have done it in seconds.

Jungkook was indeed sucking Jimin's dick, but that wasn't all that was going on. Jimin was laying horizontally under Jungkook, sucking his dick at the same time. The sight of Jimin and Jungkook sixty-nineing had wiped his mind completely blank, having immediately forgotten what he was even planning on asking for. He never knew this was something he had to see, but now that he'd witnessed it he couldn't picture a life where this wasn't a reality. Where this wasn't something he needed so badly.

His brain finally caught up after a few seconds, but he almost felt bad for speaking up and interrupting them. "U-Uh, I- Condom?"

Jungkook pulled away after a few seconds, head hanging as he coughed and tried to catch his breath. He wordlessly reached over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer, tossing a whole sleeve in their direction before quickly getting back to business.

"Well that's excessive," Taehyung chuckled as Yoongi reached over to grab the sleeve off the floor.

"Eh, he's busy."

"That's definitely one way to put it."

"Here, move back a bit."

Taehyung scooted back, still on his knees. Yoongi sat up, quickly tearing one of the condoms off and tossing the rest to the side. "Wait, you're not allergic to latex or sensitive to it or anything like that, right?"

It didn't even matter that Yoongi wasn't, the fact that Taehyung had even stopped to ask and make sure made him feel so cared for at the moment, he was sure he was blushing. He figured it was common decency to ask before, but when all of your sexual experience was fueled solely on hormones, sometimes alcohol, and a general lack of experience on both parts, he didn't experience many conversations like this.

“No, no, I’m fine baby. Thank you for thinking ‘bout me, though.” He sat up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before tearing the foil. Already starting to feel a bit needy, Yoongi worked quickly, adding a bit of lube into the condom before sliding it on Taehyung, nipping his lip playfully as he did just to hear his little whine.

"You're so slow, hyung. Hurry up."

"I'm not slow, I'm careful. And calm down, I'm already done, you're just horny."

"Oh, so I'm the only one that's horny?" Taehyung smirked, reaching down to trace his fingertip up Yoongi's erection. His smirk only widened at the sharp inhale he got in return.

"Shut up, it's your fault anyway," Yoongi grumbled. The way he blushed and shifted underneath him made it clear to Taehyung he was just being bratty. After all, as the saying goes: it takes one to know one.

“Guilty as charged,” Taehyung giggled softly, lining himself up with Yoongi. Looking him in the eyes he asked, “ready, hyung?”

“‘M ready,” he breathed out.

The sudden intrusion had made him gasp, his eyes closing and head falling back. "Ah, shit, Tae. Thick. You." He didn't really know what he was trying to get out, but he hoped Taehyung had understood nonetheless. He wasn't in the mood for explaining.

Yoongi hadn't been lying when he told them he had fucked himself on a dildo the night before, still a bit loose from it. He had waited until he knew his parents would be asleep, ready to take advantage of both of them being deep sleepers. He wasn't exactly the quietest person in bed. Yoongi had been thinking of having "actual" penetrative sex with them for longer than he'd like to admit, and now that it was happening, his body almost didn't know how to react.

It was as if he was losing his virginity all over again with how he was grasping onto Taehyung's shoulders for dear life. His face was nuzzled into his neck as a way to try and muffle his moans he was trying to not be embarrassed about. His breath came out stuttered, and his brain felt like it had a cloudy film around it distancing him from reality.

Taehyung slid into him slowly, waiting for him to stretch enough for everything Tae wanted to do to him. And by the time he had bottomed out, both boys were whimpering into each other's ears at the pleasure the two of them were experiencing together.

“So tight, hyung,” Taehyung groaned in a tight voice. He bit down on his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a beat. “Suh-So good.”

Yoongi swallowed thickly, grip still tight on Tae’s broad shoulders. “Y-You fill me up so good baby. Make-Make me feel so fucking...so good.”

As Taehyung started his slow, shallow thrusts, Yoongi wrapped his legs around his thin waist, needing him close. Needing to feel him. Needing him deeper. His face still in Taehyung’s neck, he could feel Tae’s breath fanning over his sweaty skin as he moaned. Neither of them were being quiet, both whimpering into each other’s skin.”

“Aw, Tae baby’s topping,” they heard Jimin coo, sounding amused. “Always comes so fast when he tops, poor baby just can’t hold it.”

“Such a big dick, but can barely even use it right,” Jungkook added it, a smirk evident in his voice. “Hm, whatta shame.”

Jimin and Jungkook’s word had a physical effect on Taehyung, a shudder running through his whole body. A shaky moan escaped him as he quickened his thrusts, making Yoongi’s head fall back. His lips were parted, little hiccups leaving him as Taehyung picked up the pace.

Yoongi took a few seconds to open his eyes, needing to see Jimin and Jungkook. His eyelids were droopy--the fog in his head getting denser the faster Taehyung got--, but was still able to see his two other partners. As soon as he saw them, an almost sleepy smile spread across his face before another moan was ripped from his throat. Jimin and Jungkook were sitting in just their boxers and t-shirts, resting with their backs against the bedrest. Their messy hair and flushed cheeks clearly showing Yoongi they both had a pretty good orgasm.

“Nngh-No,” Taehyung whined, shaking his head and tightening his grip on Yoongi’s waist. “Not-not a shame. I can, hah, use it.” Yoongi could hear the pout in his voice and immediately felt the almost overwhelming urge to soothe him. So he did.

“Doin’ so good, baby boy,” Yoongi said before pressing his lips against Taehyung’s. “Making me- oh fuck, right there. Duh-Don’t stop. Feels so good. So full,” he babbled on, mouth hanging open as he panted.

It’s as if Jimin and Jungkook’s words had turned a switch in Taehyung Yoongi didn’t know he wanted switched. The second they started talking down to him, it was as if he was trying to prove them wrong. Prove them wrong by gripping Yoongi’s hips tighter, thrusting into him faster, deeper, rougher. By holding Yoongi in place, not letting him move and having his way with him. The control that Taehyung was taking over him made Yoongi’s eyes gloss over and his brain feel light and cloudy in the best way possible. He could feel himself slipping into subspace once again, and he knew Taehyung was too if the heightened pitch of whimpers and shaky moans was anything to go off of.

“‘M doing good?” Taehyung asked, almost desperately. His forehead was pressed against Yoongi’s as the gasped into each other’s mouths.

Yoongi nodded quickly, tightening his legs around Taehyung’s waist, trying to hold onto him. “S-So fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

“You-You too,” Taehyung said with a thick swallow, angling his thrusts just right and making Yoongi forget how to even speak. “Taking me so good, hyung. Sound so pretty like this, feel so fucking, oh, so tight.”

Yoongi tried his best to make some kind of noise to acknowledge Taehyung, but his brain felt heavy and his tongue felt like it weighed twenty pounds. All he could do was let out almost pathetic little hiccups and a long, high-pitched whine. He wanted to let Tae know he heard him, wanted to thank him, wanted him to feel just as good as he was making Yoongi feel. Not able to speak, he clenched down on Taehyung and hoped it conveyed everything he wanted it to.

By the broken moan that tore through Taehyung and the stutter to his thrusts, it did.

“Look at him,” Jimin said, tone bordering between actual affection and being condescending. “Yoongi making you feel good, baby?”

Taehyung nodded, trying to hum in agreement but ending up just whining instead.

“You gonna be a good boy and make him feel good too?” Jungkook said, voice stern in a way that sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine.

“I-I am,” Taehyung argued in a petulant voice. He had switched back to a slower pace, already so close to coming like Jimin had teased him for. He wanted to show them that he could hold out, that he did actually know how to use his dick, that he could make their hyung feel good. They knew how competitive he was, and they knew how desperate to please people he was. And though he wished he could say he wasn’t going to let them press his buttons, his brain was too foggy and he felt too good to do anything but let them.

Jungkook huffed, almost as if he was in disbelief, only making Taehyung want to prove them wrong even more. “You can do better, you know you can. Show me.”

Taehyung didn’t even hesitate.

With strength Yoongi didn’t even know he possessed, Taehyung took control. Almost ripping Yoongi’s hands from his shoulders, he pushed his back flat to the ground and pinned his wrists above him. Still looking down at Yoongi and thrusting into him at a quick, but shallow pace, Tae spoke up.

“H-Hold him, please.”

Knowing he wasn’t talking to him, Yoongi slowly looked around the room, barely even taking in what was around him. But even in the state he was in, he recognized Jimin getting off the bed and kneeling down next to them. He then felt a different hand hold his wrists down, and looking up with bleary eyes, he saw Jimin smiling fondly down at him.

“I’ve got you, honey,” was all he whispered, holding his wrists down with one hand and playing with his hair in the other. The joint sensation of being restrained and being petted only send him deeper into his headspace. He was far from complaining though.

Now with both hands-free, Taehyung moved Yoongi’s legs from around his waist. He grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them closer to his body, changing the angle to one that made Yoongi’s back arch.

“T-Tae!” He squeaked out, falling back onto the floor. He tried to open his mouth again and tell him to stay there, to keep hitting the spot he was hitting. Instead, his mouth opened and didn’t close. His body and mind felt so disconnected, he couldn’t even figure out how to close his mouth.

As Taehyung now practically pounded into him, Yoongi laid there looking like the spitting image of debauchery. His arms pinned above him, his legs being held up, movements completely restrained; hair fanned out around his face, which was flushed with light pink all the way down to his chest; eyes open and unfocused, not even realizing tears were falling out of them; mouth open and drooling as all he could do was hiccup little high pitched moans with every thrust. All of the paint on his body was completely ruined at this point, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

Either because of sweat, his body pressing up against Taehyung’s, or Taehyung moving his legs and smearing the rest of the blue paint, what was once delicate little flowers was now a mess of sweat and oil paint.

All of a sudden there was a hand wrapped around his dick making his whole body shudder. Not even realizing his eyes had been closed, Yoongi opened them to see Jungkook sitting on his heels to his left. One hand was around Taehyung out of sight, the other was loosely wrapped around Yoongi, pumping him quickly.

Yoongi began to squirm, shaking his head back to forth and body both trying to get closer and farther away from Jungkook’s hand. His whole body was shaking at this point, so close to coming he was actually crying. At this point he didn’t even know why he was crying, he just knew he could stop. And he apparently wasn’t the only one. Taehyung let out a sob above him, body trying to curl in on itself as his thrusts started to get sloppier, head hung low. Both boys were so tightly strung, so deep into their headspaces, so close to coming, and feeling so good, that their bodies didn’t know how to react.

Neither being able to actually talk at this point, all that could be heard were their occasional sobs, pants, and moans. Someone far away, Yoongi could hear Jimin and Jungkook’s voice, and though he felt like it might’ve been praise, he had no way of telling.

“Tae baby,” came Jimin’s soft voice, finally breaking through the haze both of them were in. “You can come after Yoongi does, understand baby?”

Eyes so blurred with tears, Yoongi couldn’t see how Taehyung responded, but he really hoped he nodded.

“Yoongi, honey, can you look at me?” Requiring almost too much work, Yoongi’s eyes finally focused on Jimin. “I’m going to count down from ten, and when I get to zero, you can come. Do you think you can do that for us?”

And Yoongi really didn’t think he could hold out that long, he felt so close he wants to sob. And maybe he was, he couldn’t really tell. He must’ve shaken his head because Jimin was talking again.

“You can, honey, I know you can. You can be good for me and Kook and wait ten seconds, I know you can. Just gotta wait ten little seconds and you’ll be able to come. But you have to wait. You can do it for us, right? Can be good for us? Can be good and let Tae come too? He’s not allowed to come until you do, so you gotta be good for us if you want Tae baby to feel good and come, too.”

“You gonna be selfish, hyung?” Jungkook asked, accusingly. “Gonna be a bad boy and not let Tae come? Is that what you want?”

“No!” Yoongi finally vocalized, tears streaming down his face as he chased Jungkook’s hand.

“Then wait.” Jungkook was stern, not giving him a say in the matter, and he loved it.

“Ten,” Jimin started. Jungkook, the asshole he was, tightened his fish around Yoongi and pumped him as fast as he could.

“Nine, eight, seven…” Yoongi didn’t think he could do it. It was taking all of his strength and focus to keep himself from coming. To be good.

“Three,” Jungkook stopped moving his hand, keeping a loose fist around him.

“Two,” Jungkook let go, ignoring Yoongi’s whine of protest.

“One,” Jungkook flicked the underside of his head cruelly.

“Zero,” Yoongi’s entire body tightened to the point he felt like he was going to break until he finally snapped.

His body went lax as a long, lewd moan left him. Still shaking, he spilled all over his chest harder than he could even remember coming. Taehyung kept fucking him through it, and somewhere in the middle of his orgasm, Tae was told to come as well.

Finally spilling into the condom, his arms gave out from under him causing his entire body to fall on top of Yoongi. Far from minding the weight, Yoongi nuzzled his face once again into the crook of his neck. All that could be heard in the room for the following minutes were the labored breaths and mumbled praises of the two boys still trying to recover.

Fingers in their hair, hands caressing their bodies, quiet praises whispered into each other's ears, louder praises from their partners, they were finally able to recover as best as they could.

Still trying to get out of their headspace and back into reality, it was up to Jimin and Jungkook to clean them up. Jungkook gently placed his hands on Taehyung’s waist, pulling him back and out of Yoongi who huffed, too tired to actually protest. Tae just lied on the floor, limbs heavy as Jungkook tried to figure out how best to take the condom off him in his sensitive state. As he got up and threw it away, Jimin busied himself with keeping constant contact with the two of them.

He moved to where he could touch both of them, running his hands down whatever part of them he could reach. He kept talking about nothing in particular, trying to help ground them back to reality by giving them different senses to focus on. And though he couldn’t tell how well it was working, he kept going.

Jungkook finally came back with a damp cloth and made quick work of cleaning them up, leaning over to leave gently, lasting kissing on their lips as he did so. Running the cloth across Yoongi’s chest, he kissed him sweetly, making Yoongi smile tiredly.

“You did so good, hyung. ‘M so proud of you.”

Giving him another quick kiss on the forehead, he pulled back and tossed the rag to the side. He and Jimin struggled a bit with picking up all the dead weight but finally succeeded in moving both boys to the bed and getting them under covers and back into their boxers.

“Cuddle?” came Taehyung’s deep voice, reaching out and making grabby hands in Jungkook’s general direction.

Jungkook just giggled and patted Taehyung’s thigh twice. “Move over, your ass is taking up the whole bed.”

After a few minutes of the four of them trying to find the best way for them to cuddle without someone almost falling off the bed, they finally found the perfect position. Feel satiated, warm, and overall just cared for and safe , Yoongi had no problem drifting off to sleep.

 

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“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you two really aren’t looking so good today.”

Jimin glared at him through puffy, watery eyes, voice hoarse as he shot back a weak, “I’m fine, hyung.”

“Speak for yourself,” Taehyung groaned from where he was, front half folded over the table. His forehead was pressed against the cool table top right in front of Jungkook who was absentmindedly playing with his hair. “I feel like shit and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep for a thousand years.”

Namjoon chuckled from where he sat, sipping on his juice box and looking at the two miserable boys in front of him. “That’s a bit of a stretch.”

“It’s not, and it’s exactly how I feel,” Tae huffed. “And don’t argue with me, I’m sick. It’s like how you can’t boss someone around on their birthday. You can’t argue with someone when they’re sick, I don’t make the rules.”

“You clearly just did,” Jungkook giggled, playfully tugging at a strand of his hair.

“Whose team are you even on, Tae?” Jimin said, now glaring at the back of his head.

“Definitely not yours, you’re the one who got me sick in the first place!”

“Babe,” Yoongi said, both boys looking over at him. “Stop arguing, you’re only going to make your throats even sorer if you do, and that’s the last thing you need.”

Jimin just huffed, slouching back in his chair as Tae rested his forehead back on the table.

“Seriously,” Jungkook spoke up. “Go home after this and rest. Please. Take a Benadryl if that’s what it’ll take to knock you out, but I’m serious. You need the rest.”

Jungkook had used what Yoongi silently dubbed his Listen To Me voice. It wasn’t exactly demanding or rude, always having an undertone of fondness, but it was a voice that made you listen. Yoongi didn’t know what sort of witchcraft it was, but it worked.

Jimin opened his mouth to argue, but Jungkook beat him to the punch. “If it was me and Yoongi that were sick, what would you tell us to do?”

This caused Jimin to snap his mouth shut, looking at Jungkook almost insulted that he would use his own nurturing instincts against him. It made Yoongi giggle, which briefly softened the look in Jimin’s eyes before he answered begrudgingly.

“Tell you to rest, drink plenty of water, and keep an eye on your temperature to make sure it doesn’t get too high.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook said, looking pleased.

“Please, Jiminie,” Yoongi said in the softest voice the could manage, even going as far as batting his eyelashes in the way he knew Jimin was soft for. “For us?”

After a few seconds, Jimin let out an overly dramatic sigh Yoongi and Jungkook knew what 100% just for show.

“Alright. For you two.”

Yoongi smiled, grabbing Jimin’s hand gently and leaving a soft, lingering kiss against the back of his knuckles. With his lips still pressed against his warm skin, he looked up at him with a look he knew must be bursting with fondness as he whispered, “thank you, baby.”

A text from Tae after school telling them that he just took a Benadryl and would text them when he “arose from the dead” let them know that they were successful.

Which is how Yoongi and Jungkook found themselves cuddled up on Yoongi’s bed after school, legs tangled beneath the sheets, and a movie in front of them which they were only partially paying attention to. As Jungkook focused on the laptop screen in front of them, Yoongi took advantage of that time to just admire him.

Yoongi couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but something about Jungkook changed when he was apart from Jimin and Taehyung. It didn’t happen very often--and when it did happen, it was only for a short while--so you were bound to notice when it did. Yoongi had only seen Jungkook alone three times at most in the months that he had known him. And all of those times it was just because Taehyung and Jimin had been out of the room for a moment.

But every time Jungkook was away from their two partners, something about him softened. From the very beginning, Yoongi had noticed how Jungkook would get quiet, how his eyes would slowly move across the room as if taking in every single detail around him, how he went from another boy in a boisterous group to someone much more timid. He was like a puppy waiting nervously for someone to find him. It tugged on Yoongi’s heartstrings--he was already so soft for the boy, there was no use in denying his bias--making him want to smother the boy in attention just to watch him grin that nose-scrunched smile he loved so much.

Jungkook had that aura of softness around him as they were alone just the two of them for the first time since Yoongi took up tutoring him. His eyes were wide as he watched the movie, shoulders hunched as if trying to invert into himself, his quiet, boyish charm Yoongi first fell for.

Feeling Yoongi’s gaze, Jungkook’s cheeks turned a pretty rose shade that made Yoongi’s heart flutter.

“What is it, hyung?” He asked, voice almost shy as he turned to him with an unintentionally innocent look in his eyes.

It was like Yoongi was seeing the Jungkook he first met all over again. The shy, flirty Jungkook who left lingering touches on his skin and complimented him in an awed whisper every chance he got. And though he loved the Jungkook who took control with an almost cruel glint in his eyes just as much, this is the version of Jungkook he cherished in the deepest nooks and crannies of his soul.

“You’re just pretty, ‘s all,” Yoongi said with a fond look that made Jungkook duck his head in embarrassment.

“ Hyung, ” Jungkook said in a petulant voice making Yoongi giggle. “You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere.”

“Mm, but I like seeing your reactions. You’re cute when you’re all shy and flustered for a change, instead of me.”

Meeting Yoongi’s gaze, Jungkook looked like he held an entire galaxy in his eyes. He smiled shyly as he spoke, “Hyung is the cutest, though. You’re already so soft and pink around the edges. You just look even prettier when you blush.”

Yoongi giggled, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean ‘pink’?”

“You know,” Jungkook said, taking Yoongi’s hand in his. “Your knuckles are always so cute and rosy. So are your elbows and knees. Such a pretty hyung, so delicate like a porcelain doll. I see what Tae meant when he said you look like a flower.”

Yoongi ducked his head, nuzzling his face in Jungkook’s neck to hide his flush. From the first time Jungkook complimented him, he knew it was one of his favorite things to hear; Jungkook’s soft voice when he called him pretty. It was almost like a secret meant for just the two of them to know, the way he said the words so carefully. As if something would change if he said it loud enough for the world to hear. As if the words shared between them would no longer be a treasure for just the two of them to share.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, voice just above a whisper. “Can you look at me, baby?”

It took Yoongi a few seconds, but when he finally felt his blush die down, he looked up at Jungkook, leaving a quick peck on his chin before moving back to look him in the eyes. He hummed softly to let him know he was listening, not wanting to ruin the moment by speaking.

“Can I- Can I ask you something?”

Looking at him now, Yoongi saw something in his eyes he didn’t know how to decipher. He answered in an equally soft whisper, “of course, Kookie. What is it?”

He started playing with Jungkook’s hair to soothe him as he waited for him to verbalize the trouble behind his eyes.

“Have you ever felt...lacking because of me?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, more incredulously than actually curious, yet Jungkook was quick to answer.

“Well, y’know, cause I’m aro. Has that--be honest, hyung--has that ever made you feel that you were missing something around me? Or because of me? I dunno, it’s dumb, but I just wanted to-”

“Jungkook, listen to me.”

Yoongi’s voice was serious as he cupped Jungkook’s face in his hands, angling his face down to where they were eye to eye. To where Jungkook could see that Yoongi was speaking the truth.

“There isn’t a single thing about you that has ever, do you hear me? Nothing about you has ever made me feel that I was missing out on something, or-or lacking in any way whatsoever. I fucking swear to you, that you are perfect for me, and Jimin, and Tae, in every single way. So you don’t love us romantically? So what you don’t want a specific label to what we have? So fucking what you don’t see yourself in a relationship like Tae and Jimin? That is never going to change a single thing about the way the three of us feel about you. About the way we love having you around us, and a part of us. I can’t even picture us as whatever the hell all of us are without you, Kookie. You’re irreplaceable, and your preferences, orientation, identity, anything, could never change that. You hear me?”

Jungkook’s eyes were wide and watery and he nodded, swallowing thickly before speaking up.

“Kiss me, baby.”

Yoongi didn’t even hesitate in connecting their lips, as if sealing his words in a way Jungkook would know he wasn’t lying. He hated that Jungkook would even think they were somehow lacking something because of him, and he hoped that the depth of the kiss conveyed that better than words ever would.

What started out a slow press of closed lips against each other, slowly morphed into something Yoongi didn’t know how else to describe other than passionate. Jungkook had slowly shifted their positions, Yoongi now on his back, caged by Jungkook’s limbs. Bodies pressed together, fingers tangled in hair, shuddered breaths into open mouths, and tongues between each other’s teeth, they kissed as if they had their whole lives to do so. Their kisses were slow and lingering, lacking any hunger or heat their usual kisses held, but holding the same amount of emotion as always.

Yoongi lost track of time in the force that was Jeon Jungkook, and that was fine by him. It could have been four minutes or fourty by the time they finally managed to pull away for good. Foreheads pressed together, breath fanning across lips, and eyes closed, they did their best to hold onto the moment for every second they could get away with. But finally, they had to pull away, fond looks in their eyes as they met, giggles mixing with the sounds from a movie long forgotten.

“I- I really like kissing you, hyung.”

Yoongi laughed, shaking his head and reaching up to tug on Jungkook’s earlobe teasingly, voice fond. “Dork.”

 

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Over the course of the school year, Yoongi was continuously learning more about his partners every day they spent together. He had already spent an embarrassingly long time observing them and their habits before even fully speaking to them, but now that he had them to himself, the things to learn about them seemed endless.

The way Jimin bit his cereal, or how Jungkook poured milk before his cereal, or the way Taehyung would pout after every sip of water. He took note of the way Tae would sit with his hands between his legs, the way Jimin would stand with his heels together, and how Jungkook would tilt his head. He learned what the sound of their breathing sounded like, or the sounds of their steps. Learned the difference between each of their touches, each of their kisses, each of their ways of loving him and the others.

Not only that, but his partners were starting to learn more about him in return. They slowly became more and more endeared with the way he sucked in air through his teeth as he talked, the way he would rub his fingers across his lips, and the way he danced when happy about something. They learned about the way he slept with his hands between his legs, or how his pinky would curl when he rested his head in his hands, or how he had a habit of scratching the back of his neck when talking about something that seemed to embarrass him.

Together, the four of them set out to learn what exactly is what that led Yoongi into subspace. Jimin and Jungkook knew exactly what Tae needed to fall into the familiar haze: shame. He needed to be talked down to, challenged, underestimated. Something about it made him feel small in the best way. But knowing that they couldn’t have Yoongi going into subspace every time they got off, they needed to figure out what triggered it. Which all Yoongi heard when Jimin expressed this was: you get to get fucked a lot while we do all the thinking work. Needless to say, he fully agreed. Partly because he knew the importance of what Jimin meant, but more because of the process to get there.

This little experiment of their lead to more sex in more ways than Yoongi ever thought he could accomplish in such a short time span. Everything was a variable. Where they had sex, how exactly had sex, who seemed to have more control each time, school time and stress level, how long he went without masturbating in between each fuck, everything. Weeks and a considerable amount of lube later, Jimin finally had an epiphany. Of course said epiphany had to happen in the school cafeteria with Namjoon, Yoongi’s best friend, right next to him.

“I got it!” Jimin said way too loud for comfort. “Yoongi, honey, I think I know what it is that triggers you into subspace.”

Yoongi promptly choked on his soup, sending him into a coughing fit, face red and body craving oxygen. Namjoon didn’t seem to be in any better state, having only choked on his own spit, but still struggling.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung giggled, running his hand slowly up and down Yoongi’s back to soothe him, leaning over to kiss the shell of his ear. “Maybe this should wait ‘til later?”

“I might forget later,” Jimin argued, seemingly not even considering how certain conversations about their sex lives and Yoongi’s headspace might best be left for once they were in private. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize this earlier.”

“I’ll-” Namjoon spoke, gathering his things as he stood up, still looking quite awkward. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

Jungkook giggled, looking smug as he watched Namjoon hurriedly walk away. “What was your epiphany?”

“It’s-It’s the unexpectedness of it all. Foursomes are a lot, they can already overwhelming for people who don’t go into subspace. What it’s that, being overwhelmed by all the sensations without having time to really process it, that sends you into subspace? I mean, so far we’ve just been fucking and getting off naturally, like nothing’s been planned or discussed or anything. What it’s like some sort of-of sex sensory overload that makes you, y’know, subby?”

“So we- what, start planning every time we’ll fuck in advance?” Yoongi asked with a giggle.

“I mean we could, but I was thinking that if we spent more time before hand talking about what’s going to happen, that might give you enough time to prepare mentally.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, seemingly as confused as Yoongi.

“I think I know what he’s getting at,” Jungkook said. “Like, during foreplay or before or whatever, we create like a general game plan for what’s going to happen. For example, ‘baby I’m gonna do this, Jimin’s gonna touch you here, and Taehyung will be doing that’ so you can have a few minutes to prepare for that. Of course, shit will change, but it’s a starting point. You’ll have something to get grounded in, and if you start getting hazy when we change, we’ll take a second to point out what we’re doing. Is that what you mean?”

Jimin nodded, taking a bit of his lunch as Jungkook spoke. “Exactly. That way you won’t be so overwhelmed and taken by surprise by everything that’s going on. If you know what’s going to happen, you’ll feel more in control, and less small and out of control. What do you think?”

The more Yoongi thought about it, the more it had made sense. The few others times he had gone into subspace before this was when he had been taken by surprise almost when they started fucking. Like Jimin had said, it made him feel out of control and small. Every other time Yoongi had fucked around, he knew it was going to happen. The hook up might have been explicitly that, him or someone else inviting them over for sex, giving him time to prepare for that before he showed up. Either that, or sex had been heavily implied, so he was ready for it when it came.

It was feeling out of control and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people and sensations that tipped him over the edge.

“I actually think that might work,” Yoongi nodded after a few seconds. “Even just a minute of a heads up, I’ll have time to prep for it. We can try it next time. Yeah?”

Taehyung giggled at the wide, expectant look in his eyes. Leaning into his personal space to wrap his arms around his waist and kiss his shoulder, he teased him for being so eager. Groaning and playfully trying to shove him off, calling him a hypocrite, Yoongi felt the usual happiness settle into his bones that did every time he was around his partners. It was something he had never experienced that overwhelmed him in the best way.

 

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“We want to fuck you at school.”

Yoongi tripped as he walked up the stairs at the sound of Jimin’s voice behind him on their way up to Jungkook’s room. What had once been sessions where Yoongi would help Jungkook with his science homework slowly turned into Jimin tutoring the two of them. Once they realized Yoongi had been bullshitting the whole time because he had a crush, barely understanding the material himself, Jimin--who had his suspicions all along--stepped up to the plate. Though Taehyung needed no help in the class, he showed up nonetheless just to have an excuse to spend time with his partners.

Which is how Jimin and Yoongi showed up at the same time to Jungkook’s apartment door that Saturday at exactly 2:15, Taehyung already inside. Being let in by his mom, they walked up the stairs side by side where, as soon as Jungkook’s mom was out of earshot, Jimin spoke up.

Quickly standing up straight, Yoongi looked at Jimin incredulously. He was sure Jimin had to pranking him, or joking, or just teasing and wanting to see how he reacted. The serious look on his face when Yoongi met his gaze, however, told him everything he needed to know. He was serious.

“You- I’m sorry, what?”

“We’ve been talking about it for a while now, actually,” Jimin admitted, looking almost guilty. “I’m really sorry for talking about you with the others behind your back, and we should have brought it up earlier, but we just didn’t feel ready.”

Yoongi hadn’t even had time to process that that had meant they had a separate group chat without him before Jimin was already apologizing, though he honestly had no reason to. It absurdly made Yoongi want to lean forward and kiss his pretty, glossed up lips. He was always so thoughtful when it came to his partners, it made Yoongi feel so safe around him. And though he was admittedly curious about what they said about him, he trusted them enough to know it never be anything bad, and he made sure to verbalize that.

“Babe, I trust you guys to not talk shit about me behind my back, y’know? Thanks for telling me, but you really don’t have to feel bad.”

“We’d never talk bad about you like that, hyung,” he said anyway. “It’s usually just talking about something cute you did, or a lot of the time you’ll just come up in conversation, things like that.”

“Or things like how you want to have a public foursome,” Yoongi said with a raised brow, opening Jungkook’s door immediately after a single knock.

Only catching the last part of the sentence, Jungkook spoke up from where he was sprawled out on his bed, not even looking up from his phone as he asked, “what about a public foursome?”

Taehyung was laying on his stomach next to him, head resting on his shoulder and looking down at the small screen as well. The two were watching a compilation of dogs meeting kittens for the first time, obviously Tae’s choice. Tapping the screen to pause the video, he looked over his shoulder, immediately smiling at the sight of his other two partners.

“I told him about our idea,” Jimin said vaguely. He dumped his bag on the floor before crawling onto the bed, making space between Jungkook and Taehyung for himself.

Yoongi was quick to follow, curling up at Taehyung’s side and planting a light kiss on his shoulder as a silent greeting. Jungkook let his phone drop onto the mattress at the news. Mouth popped open and doe eyes wide, he looked back and forth between Jimin and Yoongi.

“Oh.” Taehyung, looking equally as surprised, spoke up first. “And-And you think it’s the right time?”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked, absentmindedly toying with one of the Taehyung’s earring gently. “Was there ever a wrong time?”

“Not wrong, ” Jimin explained. He shifted to where he was sitting to better see all three boys at the same time. “Just not...opportune. We needed to know for certain that you wouldn’t go into subspace every time we had sex before bringing it up. It’ll have to be something quick, cause we’ll only have our lunch period to do it. We had to be sure that you’d be able to recover quickly since there won’t be time for the same amount of aftercare you’d need after dropping. Now that we figured to keep you out of your headspace, I figured it was finally a good time to bring it up.”

After Jimin had had his eureka moment at their lunch table, they had tested out his theory a few times to make sure it worked. And of course, Jimin had been right. As soon as the others gave Yoongi even a few second heads up as to what they were doing, he seemed to be able to better stay grounded and not get overwhelmed by all the sensations.

“Of course you don’t have to say yes,” Jungkook said seriously. Looking over and making direct eye contact with Yoongi he said, “public sex isn’t everyone’s thing. If the idea makes you uncomfortable don’t say yes just cause you think it’s something we want. Okay?”

Reaching over to place a hand over one of Jungkook’s, he gave him a small grin. “I know, Kookie. ‘M a big boy, I can make my own decisions.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply out of his nose, feigning annoyance with a roll of his eyes, but the smile on his face told a different story. “Well fuck me for making sure, hyung.”

Taehyung giggled, shifting to better see Yoongi. “We just want to make sure you know we won’t be upset if you say no. I’ve said no to the things Jimin and Jungkook have suggested before, and they’ve said no to the things I’ve brought up. This won’t be any different.”

Though appreciative, Yoongi started to feel only slightly coddled. He loved how attentive his partners were, and wouldn’t change how communicative and caring they were with him for anything. There were just times where it felt almost suffocating the amount of times they asked him if he was okay after already saying that he was. It sometimes made him feel that they didn’t trust him to tell them the truth, and it got to him some days more than others.

Not wanting to let it get to a point where he would actually get upset, he decided to speak up. “Thank you, but please... just, trust that I’ll speak up if I ever don’t want anything, okay? Like, I like you guys a whole fucking lot, but I’m still going to my own limits first when it comes to sex every single time. Not saying that I don’t want you guys to ever check up on me again, cause there are times I need it, but there are also times I don’t. Like right now. So yeah, just, please trust me to say no when I feel like I need to.”

“Honey,” Jimin said breathlessly mere seconds after Yoongi finished his monologue somewhat awkwardly. “We never wanted you to feel like we don’t trust you, I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi felt the bed shift as Jungkook moved to be closer to him, giving him a back hug before he even knew what was going on. “‘M sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t make your own decisions, baby,” he said softly in his ear. Then loud enough for the others to hear, “I guess we just thought that since this kind of relationship is new for you we had to be overly cautious, and over-communicative, and everything. We got a bit carried away there, ‘m sorry.”

“And I’m sorry for not saying anything earlier,” Yoongi said, leaning into Jungkook’s touch and reaching out both hands to lace his fingers with Jimin’s and Taehyung’s. “Like I said, don’t just completely stop checking up on me now cause I said some shit. Just-Just, you don’t all have to tell me not to feel pressured into doing every new thing we bring up. Coddling’s fine every now and again, just not all the time.”

“No more helicopter boyfriending, understood,” Taehyung said, lifting Yoongi’s hand up to his lips to kiss his knuckles gently.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips twitched at that, fighting a smile. Voice only slightly shakier than he wished it would've been he said, “oh, so we’re boyfriends now?” He tried to keep his voice teasing just incase Tae had just slipped and he hadn’t really meant it. Just incase he had to protect himself.

They hadn’t discussed how Yoongi wanted to label his relationship with them since the morning after they had sex for the first time after the house party. He never felt like they were waiting for him to answer, which was a lot of pressure off his shoulders. But it also meant they didn’t talk about it that much, not wanting to push him. At first he had been fine just calling them his partners like Jungkook did. But the longer he spent with them and the more he felt the urge to be with them, to talk to them, to think about them from sunrise to sunset, his feelings started to change. Of course Jungkook would still only be his emotionally-connected-fuck-buddy,--he still respected him not any wanting labels--but the thought of calling Jimin and Taehyung his boyfriends sounded better and better every time he thought about it.

“Do you want to be?” Taehyung asked, equally as timid.

Yoongi bit his lip as he looked back and forth between Tae and Jimin, both looking a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. He could feel Jungkook’s breath on the juncture of his shoulder, somehow calming him down as he nodded shakily. “I want to.”

Jimin giggled happily, squeezing his hand and looking at him so fondly Yoongi felt like his heart could burst any second. Taehyung, looking equally as giddy, leaned over to give him a chaste kiss.

“We’ll talk about it more later, yeah?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi immediately knew why. Not wanting Jungkook to feel left out or less than in any way for his preferences, the best thing to do was to talk about it alone. So he nodded and leaned further back into Jungkook’s hold, always finding his touch so comforting.

“If-” Jungkook started, clearing his voice before continuing. “If you guys want me to-to call you guys my boyfriends or you call me your boyfriend you can, y’know, do that. It’s just a word, it’s not that big of a deal."

There was something in Jungkook’s voice that they had only heard a few times before: insecurity.

Untangling himself from Jungkook and turning to look at him, Yoongi spoke seriously. “Kookie. Ten minutes ago you told me to not do anything just because others want it. That applies to this too, y’know?”

“You don’t really want any labels and the commitment that comes with them, do you? And be honest with us, Kook,” Jimin said, resting a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s thigh.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jungkook shook his head.

“Then we won’t have labels,” Taehyung said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “So what if our relationship is a bit unorthodox, that’s nobody's business. Jimin and Yoongi are my boyfriends, and I care for them. But I also care for you just as much in different ways, and that’s valid, too. If anyone wants to know exactly what you are to me, I’ll just tell them to get their nose out of my private life. Easy as that.”

Jungkook chuckled distantly at that, shaking his head before looking up at them with a soft look in his eyes. “Easy as that, huh?”

“Easy as that,” Yoongi confirmed.

After a short pause, Jimin giggled. When the three of them looked at him in confusion, he just giggled more. “Nothing, nothing. This just- This just got really deep all of a sudden for a conversation that started about having sex at school.”

“Oh my God,” Yoongi giggled, completely having forgotten what had started the entire conversation. “Yeah. Yeah, I really want to do that.”

“You do?” Tae asked, immediately lighting up.

“Probably too much,” he admitted, the suggestion of it already doing a decent job at turning him on.

Yoongi could feel Jungkook’s smile against his own lips when he leaned forward for a chaste kiss. “It's settled then.”

 

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“You're doing what ?” Namjoon whisper yelled, wide eyes frantically looking around the cafeteria, terrified that someone was eavesdropping into their conversation.

“Tomorrow at lunch,” Yoongi said, exasperated as he explained their plan for the third time. “The four of us are going to mysteriously disappear , and if any teacher, asks it's your job to tell them that Jimin's mom just called to tell him his cat died. That he's in the bathroom upset and we're with him, but he wants the be left alone.”

“That's a terrible plan! What if they go to try and check on him anyway and find them running a Goddamn train on you?”

“Jimin's every teacher's pet, none of them are going to bother him if he doesn't want them too, it's why we chose him,” Yoongi shrugged. He avoided telling him that being everyone's favorite is exactly how he got away with coming to school hungover, smoking in the bathrooms, and fucking Jungkook under the bleachers. Putting on a sad face in front of some teachers did wonders, but Namjoon didn't need all the details.

“Also, we're not going to be in any of the bathrooms.” After a short pause where he contemplated how much he wanted to get into specifics with Namjoon, he muttered, “And they won't be running a train on me, it would take too long. God gave me two hands for a reason.”

“ Jesus ,” Namjoon hissed. He looked over Yoongi's shoulder at where his partners sat at their old table and shook his head. Knowing that Namjoon would never judge them, he knew it wasn't out of disgust. By the look in his eyes it was more out of disbelief. “So you're really gonna do it?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nodded, probably too casual for the topic at hand. “We really are. You gonna help us?”

In the few seconds Namjoon paused, Yoongi could feel the gazes of his partners hot on his back. They had decided to sit at their old table so Yoongi could talk to his best friend alone. They figured being faced by just Yoongi over four pairs of desperate eyes would make it easier for him to say yes. He really hoped they were right.

“Fine,” Namjoon exhaled, nodding. Amusement in his eyes as he watched how Yoongi immediately perked up he added, “but one of these days if I ever find myself in between two guys in a college bathroom you better be there to cover my ass.”

“Joonie, for you I'd even play lookout.”

 

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All things considered, Jungkook was way too excited. Adrenaline was pumping fiercely though all of their veins as they hastily left the cafeteria only a minute after entering, quick to part from the natural flow of  students to get to their destination. They were all excited, giggling for no reason, hands shaking in their pockets. But Jungkook seemed to be on a whole other level.

Jungkook was actually skipping down the halls, pausing to wait for them every so often by bouncing in place on the balls of his feet, bunny smile at 110%, and airy giggles echoing in the empty halls.

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up,” Taehyung said, and try as he might to be serious he couldn’t keep from giggling at the other boy. “You’re so loud, you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Aren’t boxers supposed to be light on their feet?” Yoongi teased, smile not leaving his lips even as he spoke. “I didn’t even know it was possible for skipping to sound like a damn stampede before now.”

“It’s just cause he has big feet,” Jimin giggled as they turned a corner, now so close to their destination. “And you know what they say about big feet.”

The wiggling of his eyebrows made Jungkook blush all the way down to his neck, tripping over his feet and stumbling over his next few steps until he caught himself. Glaring at the laughing boys he hissed, “don’t say shit like that here, what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, so now you care that we’re at school?” Yoongi asked, raising a brow, highly amused. As much as he loved what he had mentally dubbed Bedroom Jungkook, the Jungkook who was giddy and easily flustered would always hold a special place in his heart. “When Jimin compliments your dick, but not when you’re about to fuck me in a damn storage closet?”

“I’m not gonna be fucking you,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath, now stood in front of the door they had been looking forward to going through all day.

“There are more ways to have sex than just penetratively, Kook,” Jimin tsked, always the first to remind them of how life was made up of spectrums.

“I’m all for talking about the intricacies of sex, and sexuality, and the self. Truly, I am,” Taehyung interrupted. “But we only have like thirty minutes, and I’m kinda really horny, so...raincheck?”

With a fond roll of the eyes, Jimin reached across Jungkook to open the door, looking down the hall both ways before nodding inside. “Fine, raincheck. Now get inside.”

The small storage closet was a tight fit, understandably not built to accommodate four grown boys. Especially not four grown boys trying to have a foursome, but they were going to make it work. They had stayed after school the past Friday to try and scout out the perfect place, Taehyung ultimately finding the only room they knew wouldn’t be used during lunch. Anyone can walk into a classroom or a bathroom, immediately ruling out those possibilities. But since they knew students only needed the cleaning supplies before and after school, the storage closet on their floor seemed to be the best bet.

After finding the place, came the conversation of how exactly they were planning on going through with this. It was decided that Jungkook would stand at the back wall, helping to hold Yoongi up while Jimin fucked him. Taehyung would help holding him up, but would focus more on jerking him off. They didn’t have that long, and needed to be done as fast as they could, meaning they had to get Yoongi off as quick as they would. When Yoongi had complained about only him and Jimin getting off, Jungkook just shrugged and said that Yoongi could make it up to him and Tae after school. So it was decided.

Yoongi felt a bit silly being the only one naked from the waist down while the other boys stayed fully clothed, but there was something about that--about him being so much more exposed, more vulnerable than the others--that turned him on in ways he didn’t even know he liked before. It was definitely something to bring up again.

The sound of Jimin’s zipper coming down and his pants getting tugged down just enough for him to pull himself out was the signal for them to get into position. Jungkook wrapped his arms under Yoongi’s armpits, clasping his hands over the front of his chest securely. Jimin and Taehyung worked together in rolling a condom from Jimin’s back pocket onto him, getting himself fully lubed up, and getting Yoongi’s legs wrapped around his waist. Tae held him up until Jimin was lined up perfectly with him and able to hold him up by himself.

“You remember how it’s going to go, right honey?” Jimin asked, and Yoongi nodded, lips already biting down on his lower lip to muffle the sounds he knew were sure to come.

Something about the fact that Jimin was already hard, due solely to the thought of Yoongi and not because of any of their coaxing, made him feel an odd sense of power given the position he was in.

“Kookie holds me, Tae helps me, you fuck me.”

“Perfect, baby,” he heard Jungkook say from behind him, lips pressing softly against his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “Ready, Minnie?”

“Ready,” was all Yoongi heard before feeling the slow press of Jimin’s tip against his rim, making him inhale sharply through his nose.

He had made sure to stretch himself out on his dildo in the shower that morning--making good on his promise to send them pictures--to ensure they wouldn’t have to give him any extra prep beforehand. Even still, he needed a few seconds to adjust, which Jimin granted him with as much as they could afford.

In less than a minute Jimin was already busy working his hips against Yoongi’s quickly, making the older boy whimper. Jungkook’s lips were on his neck, Taehyung’s on his lips to muffle his sounds as he used what lube had been left over to quickly work his fist over Yoongi’s dick. And though he wasn’t fading away, grounded in the moment by the knowledge of what everybody’s next moves were going to be, his mind felt pleasantly lightweight.

Where his mind felt nice and floaty, his heart was pounding. No matter how his mind tried to only focus on his boyfriend fucked into him, his other boyfriend tugging on his bottom lip just the way he liked and flicking his wrist the way he knew would unravvel him in his hands, his partner alternating between harsh bites and gently licks, he wasn’t able to forget the situation they were really in. They were at school, in a public place surrounded by adults and classmates, able to get caught at any minute, and it exhilarated him.

Jimin set a relentless and deep pace, reaching Yoongi in all the right places and more. All that could be heard in the storage room was the wet sounds of sex and the ragged huffs of Jimin’s breath. Though not one to be loud in bed, he did make a lot of different sounds. As he held onto Yoongi’s waist tightly, watching as his dick slid in and out of him with a speed he hadn’t known he could reach, he couldn’t help the sounds that escaped in. Yoongi clenched down so good around him, felt so good as he fucked into him with reckless abandon. His boyfriend’s body was shaking with the combined effort of trying to hold himself up and hold himself together, his hair in his glazed over eyes, pink lips parted and swollen now that Tae had pulled away to let the poor boy breathe. The sight spurred him on even more.

Yoongi felt so good, so pleasured, so spoiled. Jimin was now reaching his prostate with every thrusts and it was so hard to keep that pleasure all to himself, not allowed to be as loud as he wanted to. His body felt electric, every last atom ablaze as he let himself go. As he let himself feel.

Taehyung was now working his fist over Yoongi as fast as he could, all technique thrown out the window in favor for speed. As Jungkook bit into the juncture of his shoulder and as Jimin angled himself just a bit differently in a way that made him feel so much more, Yoongi took a shuddering inhale. As quiet as he could muster, he said, “cl- ah- close.”

Jimin nodded, either in acknowledgement or to let him know that he was also close, Yoongi wasn’t sure. He hadn’t had time to fully process it before Taehyung’s lips wrapped themselves around Yoongi, sinking down fully and sending him directly over the cliff he had already been perched on so precariously. It only took a few more thrusts for Yoongi’s body to stiffen, releasing straight down Tae’s throat. Jimin wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering before thrusting one last time, stilling inside Yoongi as he released into the condom with a muffled grunt.

Yoongi was slowly and gently put down on the floor, Jungkook bending over to help him put his pants back on with gentle praises that made Yoongi’s heart swell. At one particular shift of their bodies, Yoongi was able to feel that Jungkook was hard. A quick glance upward showed him that Taehyung was as well. Feeling only a little bit selfish, he pouted.

“What is it, hyung?” Tae asked sweetly, crouching down to run his long fingers gently through his hair.

Leaning into his touch, Yoongi matched his hushed tone. “You and Kookie are still hard. Makes me feel bad.”

Tae giggled, nuzzling his nose against his hair before pulling away. “We have five more minutes till lunch is over, we can wait it out. You can always make it up to us after like Kook said.”

“Five more minutes…” Yoongi muttered, looking up at Jimin. Jimin, who immediately knew where his thoughts were leading him. Jimin, who leaned against the door they had left unlocked just for the extra thrill. Jimin, who nodded. Looking back at Tae and Jungkook, he smirked. “I can make you both cum in five minutes.”

It only took a little bit shuffling, rearranging, and knocking over cleaning supplies, but they were quickly in position. Jimin had kept his back firm against the door while Yoongi sinked to his knees in front of Jungkook and Tae--now, dicks out. And as much as he wanted to tease, they simply didn’t have the time, so Yoongi got straight to work.

The position he found himself in now wasn’t too dissimilar to the position he had first found himself in that one night months ago at a party that had changed his life in so many ways. He remembered being surprised back then at how easily it had come to him, the ability to switch between two dicks. Now, a few more months of experience on his hands, it was almost second nature the way he used both hands to work his partners’ dicks quickly. It seemed virtually easy the way the latched his lips onto one--messy in how quickly he bobbed his head up and down, not caring about the mess he made on himself, only focused on the pleasure he was giving--and then the other with no problem at all. Back and forth he went, tears now blurring his sight but not keeping him from looking up beneath his clumped lashes at his partners with as much innocence as he could muster in the state he was in.

Taehyung and Jungkook were now kissing above him, either to muffle their noises or simple because they wanted to, he didn’t know. He didn’t even necessarily care, either, the sight of it too beautiful to be anything but simply admired.

True to his promise, in five minutes and two loads down his throat later, they were walking into the classroom at the same time as all their other classmates, and nobody was the wiser.

Nobody except Namjoon, that was, who wasn’t even surprised at just how raspy Yoongi’s voice was when he sat down next to him with a goofy smile and a simple, “hey Joon-ah.”

As he looked across the room at the equally as giddy faces of his partners, he couldn’t help but feel that they were sharing a single thought.

They had to do that again.

 

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It was the first time all four of them were at Yoongi’s house, and even though it was under the guise of four best friends having an innocent sleepover on a Friday night, it wasn’t hard to sneak chaste kisses and gently touches when his parents weren’t in the room.

Thought nothing about their relationship had ever felt fake, as complicated as it was, something about being in a normal apartment over a luxury one in Hannam made them feel real. Realer than any of his partners had felt in years and it was like a gulp of fresh air after being stuck in a stuffy, windowless room for weeks on end.

The homey environment created by the four of them crowded together in a small living room in a tiny apartment, so warm and full of life, made them relax into themselves in a way Yoongi wasn’t fully sure they were aware of. Though they had never let their wealth get to them, this was the first time Yoongi thought they looked like the normal teenage boys they actually were. They were loud and messy, told dumb, crude jokes and argued over everything just because they could. For the first time, now that they were out of the sight of any of their parents, so strict in how they expected their children to act around them, they looked free.

And maybe it was too early for Yoongi to admit that he loved any of them. And maybe he was to young and dumb to even know what loving someone fully entailed. But as he watched them from his corner of the couch, lazy smile on his lips and a fondness in his eyes, he started to feel something blooming in his chest he had never felt before. It was something he had been holding close to his chest for a while now without even realizing. Or maybe he did realize it and wasn’t as secretive as he thought. Maybe his eyes gave it away every time they locked on one of his partners’. Maybe his lips gave it away with every smile, and with every kiss. Maybe the way he held onto them so tightly, curled up against their sides so naturally, spoke volumes when it was only supposed to be a whisper.

Maybe they knew, maybe they didn’t. But it didn’t matter.

Yoongi knew that when he was ready to finally put words to the way his heart swelled and fluttered every time he was close to them, they would be there to accept him. Even if they didn’t feel same, even if they did, even if it was complicated. They wouldn’t judge him, wouldn’t push him away, wouldn’t put him down. So he kept his secret close to his chest until he was ready.

Even though months had passed since his family moved to the foreign, bustling city that was Seoul, Yoongi still didn’t know if he liked it. Seoul was still crowded and loud in ways that he wasn’t yet used to; still lacked the people he had once called his favorite. Seoul was still void of the ajumma testing out homemade dog treats in the park, and the neighbor who jogged in his bright blue booty shorts at three am every Monday and Tuesday, and the girl whose room shared a wall with Yoongi’s who sang him to sleep as she practiced for her next role in whatever musical was being put on next.

But what he now knew Seoul had was a new school with new friends, new restaurants to discover, and new sites to call his favorite to walk through when he had to clear his head. What Seoul had was a newfound best friend he stayed up into the early hours of the morning with talking about books, and movies, and deep thoughts that plagued their minds about the meaning of their existence, or of current state of their nation and how it was up to them to shape it into one they wanted to see. Seoul had a boy with a box-edged smile that taught him through example how to be kind to those you don’t know, who taught him the importance of vulnerability and letting go, and who taught him how to appreciate western jazz and delicate flowers. Seoul had a boy with a smile who turned his eyes into the most beautiful crescents, who taught him maturity and responsibility even at their young age, who educated him on the complexities and spectrums that life has to offer that should never go ignored, who taught him science and math, and the importance of trust, honesty, and communication, even when it’s scary. Seoul had a boy with a bunny smile and an airy giggle who taught him how to always be himself and not let others dictate how he lived his life, who taught him that it was okay to not always be okay, who taught him to be open and honest in letting others know when you needed them close, or needed space, and that sometimes it’s okay to put your own needs in front of the expectations of others.

Seoul had people who he cherished deep in his soul, who taught him not only about the world around him, but about himself. It had people who shaped him into a better person and who were there to hold his hand throughout the entire journey.

It had people he loved who he never wanted to let go.

Notes:

I'm so sad this story is over, but I'm glad I got to share it with all of you. This story and these characters mean a lot to me, and have a lot of aspects of myself woven into them, I just hope that you love them just as much as I do. I'd love to talk about this story cause I want to hear what everyone has to say about it, so feel free to start a conversation in the comments or dm me @moonbbyy, whatever. But yeah, I'm sad that this story is over and I'm going to miss my babies, but it's time to say goodbye. So thank you to everyone who's read this, and I hope you stick around for more aus in the future <3

Notes:

Title and lyrics from Flower by Liz Phair

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