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Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of
Is everything I’ll do to you
I’ll fuck you and your minions too
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like you’re underwater
Hair’s too long and in your eyes
Your lips a perfect suck me size
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Yoongi didn’t like Seoul. Not because he was forced to move there when his dad got a new job and he was being bitchy out of spite, it wasn’t that. Because he didn’t hate Seoul, he really didn’t. He just didn’t like it. It was big, and loud, and crowded, it didn’t have his favorite people, nor his favorite restaurants, nor the things he hadn’t even thought about missing until they were gone. Seoul didn’t have the ajumma who was always at the dog park, not because she had a dog, but because she made homemade treats and wanted to see if they were a hit or not. Seoul didn’t have that one guy in their neighborhood who went jogging in bright blue booty shorts at three in the morning every Monday and Thursday. Seoul didn’t have the girl whose room was on the other side Yoongi’s who was majoring in musical theater and would often times sing him to sleep without knowing it.
What Seoul had was neighbors who fucked too loud every other night, strangers everywhere he went and loneliness. But he didn’t hate it, not entirely. Because Seoul also had a nice neighbor across the hall who would bring them buchimge when it rained--he knew that she also brought makgeolli which his parents tried to hide from him in the back of the fridge. Seoul had an ajussi who sold tteokbokki near his house that would give him extra fish cakes because he mentioned how good they were one day. Seoul had a new school and an opportunity to make new friends. So he didn’t hate Seoul, but it was going to take more than a month to get used to it.
When Yoongi’s parents had called him into the living room a month before summer break, he immediately started to panic. He didn’t even know what he had done but he was certain they had found out. He was sure that they’d found the fleshlight he hid under his bed, or that he had really gone to Yijeong’s house to fuck and not study like he promised he was or had found about the party he had snuck out of the house to go two months ago. The last thing he had been expecting them to say, however, was that they were moving. In one month. Of course they were. So three days into summer break, Yoongi found himself not getting drunk with his friends as he had planned on doing, but on his way to Seoul.
So there he was, sat on a bus on his way to finish his third and final year of high school with complete strangers. He had been told that the class president would be showing him around, so he wasn’t surprised at the small number of students when he walked up to the school twenty minutes before class would be starting.
As he walked up to the main entrance, he noticed a boy around his age standing in the doorway, looking around at nothing in particular. He was taller than Yoongi and had longer limbs, his black hair was curled and covered his eyebrows. His hands were in his pockets, his eyes almost lazily looking past Yoongi before quickly looking back at him, brightening in recognition.
“Min Yoongi?” The boy asked, taking a step closer to him.
“Uh, yeah,” Yoongi nodded, putting his own hands in his pockets. “And who- who are you?”
“Oh!” The boy gave him a shy smile, showing off both of his dimples. “Sorry about that, yeah. I’m Kim Namjoon, the third year class president? The principal asked me to show you around since you’re new and all.”
Yoongi nodded, muttering a soft “ah,” under his breath, the pieces finally coming together as to who this boy was and how he knew his name. Offering him a smile, the two of them stepped into the school. “Thanks for doing this, by the way.”
Namjoon just shrugged and made a vague gesture with his hand, waving it through the air as if brushing off Yoongi’s concern. “Don’t worry about it. Oh, turn here.”
Yoongi followed Namjoon around the corner, walking side by side up the stairs. They continued all the way up to the fourth floor where Namjoon had told them their classroom was, making small talk as they went. He learned that Namjoon was eighteen--a year younger than him--, was planning on becoming a school counselor after college, and liked reading almost as much as Yoongi did. And though Yoongi thought that it was likely Namjoon was putting on a friendlier face since they were strangers and couldn’t truly be themselves around each other yet, he still thought he’d like to be Namjoon’s friend.
Namjoon walked up to a door and stopped at it, turning to look down at Yoongi. “This is our classroom. You can change shoes and set your things down here first, then I can take you to the cafeteria and show you where the bathrooms are.”
Yoongi looked at the door, making sure to remember where exactly he was and how they got there so he wouldn’t get lost. Then, Namjoon was sliding it open and leading him into the classroom. The classroom itself wasn’t much unlike his last classroom, desks pushed up together to where two students could sit next to each other, arranged in four different rows. The walls were the same shade of beige, the same brown cubbies were against the back wall, a bulletin board on the wall above the cubbies, all just like there had been at his old school in Daegu. However, what was different from his old school were the students. There were only five students in the classroom, and Yoongi still found it a bit weird to not be able to recognize any of them.
Two of them were at their own desks on opposite sides of their room, one looking down at a book while the other gazed out the window with a far-off look in their eyes. The other three, however, weren’t doing as good of a job at keeping quiet and to themselves. Two were sitting at their desks, right next to each other while the third sat on one of the desks, legs dangling over the sides. The one on the left was telling an animated story that was apparently quite humorous if the others’ reactions were anything to go by. The one sat next to him let out a deep laugh, letting his body fall almost entirely over the one telling the story while the one on the desk was letting out a higher pitched laugh, nose scrunching up rather cutely. Yoongi tried not to stare at them as he walked to the back of the room to change his shoes.
As Namjoon showed him to his seat and he worked on taking his backpack off, Namjoon explained who the other students in the room were. In a hushed voice, he told Yoongi that “the girl looking out the window is Kim Jiwoo, and the boy reading the book is Jung Wooyoung.” Motioning over to the three others, he continued. “Then the one on the desk is Jeon Jungkook, the one on the left is Park Jimin and the one on the right is Kim Taehyung. They keep to themselves mostly, though, so don’t be offended if they don’t say anything to you. That’s just how they are.”
Yoongi’s brows furrowed a bit at this, but he waited until they were out of the classroom to ask any questions. “Why do they keep to themselves?”
Once again going down the stairs, Namjoon shrugged. “I don’t really know, it’s just always how it’s been. Jimin and Taehyung… they’ve been attached at the hip since kindergarten. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one since the other since I’ve known them, actually. Jungkook’s new though; he transferred here last year and joined their group pretty quickly. Now it’s always Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. But yeah, don’t think that they have something against you specifically if they act a bit cold or distant. They’re just like that, I suppose.”
With that information still in his mind, Yoongi stood with wide eyes and parted lips, not really knowing what to say three days later when Jungkook approached him.
“Yoongi hyung?” The boy asked again, eyes flicking across Yoongi’s face rapidly.
In his confusion, Yoongi hadn’t even heard what the other boy had said to him. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, he put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what else to do with them. “Sorry, I- I didn’t hear that.”
With a goofy smile that made his eyes crinkle, Jungkook chuckled before repeating his initial question. “I asked if you had a pencil you could loan me when we get back to class.”
“I- yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure I have an extra pencil,” Yoongi nodded, looking up at the boy who smiled wide at his answer.
“Thank you so much, hyung. Jimin’s being an asshole and isn’t letting me use one of his pencils ‘cause last night I didn’t let him- I didn’t let him win at overwatch.” Though his face didn’t shift at all, there was something in his voice that made Yoongi think he wasn’t being honest about why Jimin wouldn’t loan him a pencil. “And Taehyung is already using someone else’s pencil, so... yeah.”
He scratched the back of his neck and quickly looked away, back over to where Jimin and Taehyung were waiting for him. They were in the cafeteria, everyone quickly eating their lunch to have more time to talk with their friends. Yoongi had been sitting with Namjoon, who was currently in the bathroom. Jungkook had appeared in front of Yoongi only second after Namjoon had gotten up to leave, taking Yoongi by surprise.
This had been the first time any of the three of Them had spoken to him, and it confused him. They had never acknowledged him before and now one of them was in front of him, calling him hyung and asking to borrow a pencil from him. He tried to keep himself from looking too deeply into the situation, but he couldn’t help it. There was an itch at the back of his brain telling him that they wanted something, something with him. He just didn’t know what it was yet.
“Yeah, I’ve got you,” Yoongi nodded, smiling up at him, not wanting to come off too shut off because of his surprise. “I mean as long as you give it back before going home.”
Jungkook looked back at him and smiled, nodding once. “I promise, hyung. Thanks again,” with that, he turned around and made his way back to Jimin and Taehyung. And Yoongi knew he should watch them, but he couldn’t help it.
Jungkook sat down in between Taehyung and Jimin, exchanging a few words before continuing to eat the lunch in front of him. He noticed that it looked a lot like Jimin had his hand on Jungkook’s thigh under the table while Taehyung’s hand quickly found its place in Jungkook’s hair at the nape of his neck. There was something about them, about the closeness and familiarity with each other’s bodies that they had, that Yoongi hadn’t been able to ignore. Just like the feeling telling him they wanted something from him, he had a feeling there was something more between the three of them than friendship. But what exactly, he had no idea.
When they got back to their classroom, Yoongi had been expecting Jungkook to come over to him to get the pencil. But as soon as he walked in, Jungkook had gone directly to his desk right in front of Jimin and Taehyung’s and sat down. He followed Jungkook’s movement with his eyes, noticing that Jimin was staring directly at him. It was a sharp gaze, one that made him felt like Jimin was looking directly in his soul and seeing all of his sins. It made him shift in his seat and quickly grab his pencil case and stand up, making his way over to Jungkook before the teacher got to the classroom.
“Jungkook-ah?” He asked as he stood in front of his desk, clearing his throat. Jungkook had been looking across his shoulder to talk to Taehyung, but turned around quickly as soon as he heard his name being called. He held out the pencil silently, motioning with a nod of his head for Jungkook to take it.
“Thanks, hyung! I’ll give it back before I go home, I promise.” The boy took it with a smile, his fingers brushing over Yoongi’s as he reached forward to take the pencil. And Yoongi knew that he didn’t have to do that. He could have just grabbed the end of the pencil and taken it normally, there hadn’t been any need to touch Yoongi’s hand in the process. But he had, and Yoongi didn’t really know how to feel about it, or if he even should be feeling anything about it.
He hurried back to his seat, not wanting to be caught out of his seat when the teacher came in. But for what seemed like the hundredth time in those three days, he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting over to the three boys that intrigued him so much.
What frustrated him the most was the fact that he didn’t even know why he found the three of them so intriguing. There wasn’t anything that visually set them apart from any of the other students, no odd behaviors or habits, they weren’t rude, they weren’t immature and obnoxious; they were very much normal eighteen-year-old boys. And yet, Yoongi still wasn’t able to look away.
The weeks following what Yoongi had mentally dubbed The Pencil Incident, he noticed that Jungkook was talking to him more than usual; usual being not acknowledging his existence in any way. It was never anything more than “good morning, hyung,” as he passed the trio to change shoes, or a “how was your weekend, hyung?” It was nothing major, they didn’t say much more to each other than the standard small talk questions and polite answers, but it was still something.
When Namjoon had pointed out that he thought it was weird for Jungkook to be approaching him by himself,--that Jimin and Taehyung continued not acknowledging more than occasionally looking his way--Yoongi didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have an answer and was frankly just as confused as Namjoon had been. If he was being honest, Yoongi was constantly asking himself what was going on with Jungkook. Granted, he was the most independent of the group, not always attached at the hip like Taehyung and Jimin and most likely to be seen alone, but Yoongi still found it odd. Jungkook just didn’t seem like the kind of person to engage in polite small talk with his other classmates. In fact, he didn’t with anyone else besides Yoongi, which only confused him even more.
It was a month a half later before anything more than a quick exchange happened between Yoongi and Jungkook. Once again, they were at lunch.
“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook asked as he walked up to where Yoongi and Namjoon were sitting. They weren’t allowed to deviate much from their uniforms and dress-codes, so students did what they could to personalize it a bit. What Jungkook did to add a bit more style to his uniform, was glasses. And while there were kids in their class who genuinely needed glasses, Yoongi knew for a fact that Jungkook’s were fake. They were silver and round with glass lenses, but he had already confessed to Yoongi that he had perfect sight; he just like how they looked on him. Yoongi couldn’t disagree.
One of the things he had noticed about Jungkook from his month and a half of being around him is that he messes with his glasses when he’s either bored or nervous. He’ll start pushing them up even if they aren’t falling down, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if he even noticed he was doing it. But as he walked up to Yoongi--and said his name the shyest he had ever heard the boy--he was pushing up his glasses, his apparent nervousness started to infect Yoongi as well.
“Jungkook-ah?” He asked in return
“You’re good at science right? Like, you understand the homework we were given today?”
Yoongi looked over quickly at Namjoon who was staring up at Jungkook in confusion before looking back over at Jungkook with a nod. “I mean I think so at least, yeah. Why?”
Jungkook bit down on his lower lip at this before asking in a shy voice, “Could you help me, hyung? I’m so lost, I thought I understood everything in the lesson today but then I looked at the homework and just- could you?”
“Sure,” Yoongi said before fully even thinking over his words. Already too far in and unable to back out, he dug himself deeper. “Do you want to come over to my house on Saturday? We can work on it then.” What was he doing?
Jungkook immediately lit up at this, giving Yoongi a big bunny smile that--if he was being honest--kind of made his heart flutter in a way he didn’t fully understand. “Thank you so much hyung, you’re a lifesaver.”
After the promise of Yoongi writing his address down and giving it to him after school he happily walked back to where Jimin and Taehyung were waiting. Today, Jimin was sitting on Taehyung’s lap for... some reason, while Jungkook sat beside them and held Jimin’s hand on top of the table. He was stopped from watching them further interact by Namjoon.
“What was that about?”
Looking over to him with a baffled expression of his own, Yoongi shrugged. “No fuckin’ clue, Joon. He can just go to hagwon like everyone else or have Jimin help him, he’s at the top of the class. I don’t even really get the homework, honestly”
Namjoon stared at him incredulously, asking in confusion, “then why did you tell him you understood it?”
“No,” Yoongi corrected, pointing at him. “I said I thought I did, which is still only partly true, but if he took that as a yes, that’s on him.”
“You still invited him to your house,” Namjoon pointed out, raising a brow.
“I-” Yoongi didn’t really have an answer to that. He hadn’t meant to do it, it just kind of came out on its own and by the time it had, it was too late for him to take it back. He looked down at the food in front of him, hoping it would keep Namjoon from noticing his flushed cheeks. “Whatever, we’ll just see how it goes.”
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Yoongi knew he liked guys. He knew he really likes guys, this wasn’t news to him. What also wasn’t news to him was that he was a bit of a panicky gay. He got flustered easily, didn’t know how to flirt, blushed at physical contact, and his brain short-circuited the second a cute boy started making any kind of advances. So what exactly Yoongi had been thinking when he invited Jungkook over to his house alone to spend most likely a few hours alone together, he had no idea. Because Yoongi wasn’t blind, he thought Jungkook was extremely attractive. However, no matter how cute Yoongi thought Jungkook was in his school uniform, he hadn’t been ready for the Jungkook that was currently sitting on his bedroom floor, body only a few inches away from Yoongi’s.
He had shown up in a grey puma hoodie with matching grey sweatpants, and even though by itself seemed like the most boring combination, something about the way he rolled up his sleeves and stood with his hands in his pockets did something to Yoongi’s poor heart.
The two of them had decided that the best course of action was to do their homework on his bedroom floor, since the two of them, their books, and their notebooks weren’t going to fit that well on Yoongi’s twin bed. Which is why Yoongi didn’t really understand why Jungkook was so close to him, though he wasn’t necessarily complaining. They had chosen to sit here to have space, but Jungkook was still pressed up against his side, positioned to where he had to lean over Yoongi’s shoulder to read the open science book laid out in front of them. Yoongi was reading out loud, pausing every once in a while to explain it to the best of his abilities.
Nobody had to know that he had been reading and rereading the lesson that week to make sure that he understood everything by the time Jungkook came over.
“Uh, yeah, so basically what it’s saying is that scientists know how long it takes half of an element’s parent isotope to decay. Then they base that on how much is left and do the math to figure out how old a rock is. So like…” Yoongi sighed trying, motioning vaguely with his hands as he tried to come up with an example. “If you know that a box originally has fuckin’... 100 chocolate covered almonds in it and you also know it takes 25 years for half of those almonds to magically disappear into thin air. If you open the box and see that there are forty almonds, you know the box has been around for like 20 years, or something like that. Does that make sense?”
Jungkook hummed as he leaned forward to rest his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. Turning his head to where it was dangerously close to Yoongi’s, he offered him a soft smile and spoke in a quiet voice as if he was telling him a secret for only the two of them to hear. “You’re really smart, hyung. I feel like you’re teaching me more than they do at school.” At that, Jungkook’s eyes lit up in a way that made Yoongi nervous. He had slapped Yoongi’s thigh out of excitement over his new idea, which would have been fine if it weren’t for the fact that he kept his hand there, making it increasingly harder and harder for Yoongi to actually listen to what his idea had been.
“Hyung! What if you start tutoring me? My parents could pay you and everything, and we wouldn’t have to go to hagwon and be stuck there for hours, ” he said, letting out a dramatic groan. Looking at him with those wide, expectant eyes, Yoongi was finding it hard to not just blurt out yes then and there.
"Jungkook-ah, I…” Yoongi swallowed, trying to at least inch back a little away from him, but both the chin on his shoulder and hand on his thigh were making it hard for him to move. “I dunno, I mean I’m not that good, I’m sure Jimin would be a lot better at tutoring you than I would be…”
Yoongi hadn’t expected Jungkook’s dejected look to affect him as much, they were barely even acquaintances for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be feeling so many things for him. But Yoongi was weak and had an even weaker spot for cute boys, so instead of leaving it at that, he hurried to stutter out a quick, “But I-I’ll think about it for sure, yeah. I mean I’d have to ask my parents and you’d have to talk to yours, not that I need them to pay me, but to make sure they’re okay with me coming over, and we’d have to figure out when both of us would be free but uh, ye-yeah. Yeah, I’ll definitely think about it.”
The soft pair of lips leaving a quick peck on his cheeks made Yoongi blush more than he was proud to admit.
“You’re the best, hyung.”
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Yoongi really hadn’t meant to learn so much about Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. It made sense that he would know a little about them since they were together in the same classroom a majority of the day every weekday; it even made sense that he would know more personal things about Jungkook since he had been tutoring him for a week now. But he felt like at this point he knew a little too much about them than he should. Hell, there were still classmates whose names he didn’t even know.
But at the same time that he didn’t know the name of the girl who sat behind him, he knew that Jungkook took boxing lessons every Sunday at 3 pm. He knew that he always complained about his muscle pains on Monday mornings so that either Jimin or Taehyung would give him massages and act like they didn’t see his smirk. He knew that Jimin top of the class in every subject they took. He knew that Jimin would smoke in the bathroom when he claimed he just had to pee, and would often come to school hungover. He knew that all the teachers loved him, clueless of the goody-two-shoes act he put on. Taehyung could solve a Rubik's cube in two minutes, was amazing at art, and seemingly painted a lot at home, as he often came to school with paint or ink-stained hands.
Jungkook was quiet and kept to himself, but only when he wasn’t around Jimin or Taehyung. When he was with them, however, he was just as boisterous as they were. Jimin and Taehyung were never really seen without the other, so he didn’t know what they were like when alone. Jimin was a huge flirt with everyone except Jungkook and Taehyung; with them, it was all loving looks when he thought they weren’t looking and gentle, subtle touches during lunch. Taehyung liked to talk to everyone, even younger kids in the lower grades, though he didn’t seem to have any actual friends beside Jimin and Jungkook, which he thought was odd.
And even though he knew all of those small, seemingly worthless facts about them, there was one piece of the puzzle he couldn’t place. Out of everything he knew about them, he didn’t know what they were, what their relationship was. Which he knew he could just ask Jungkook over one of their tutoring sessions, but he also knew that what they were to each other wasn’t really any of his business.
And that had been okay for a while, not knowing, but one day it just slipped out. He hadn’t even really meant to ask, but his mouth asked what he was thinking without his brain realizing that he probably shouldn’t have, and at that point, it had been too late to take the question back.
It happened the day he showed up to Jungkook’s house for yet another tutoring session--Saturday at exactly 2:15 pm--where he would bullshit his way through explanations he didn’t even fully understand himself just to hear Jungkook call him his smart hyung . And though they had built up a pretty steady routine, that day had gone differently than expected. As he walked up to Jungkook’s apartment door--read: his parents’ two-story, elegantly decorated apartment, because another thing that he learned about Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung is that they were all pretty well off. Yoongi hadn’t asked if they were actually chaebols buts he wouldn’t have been surprised----he wasn’t greeted by Jungkook like usual, but instead by his mother.
“He’s upstairs,” she greeted him with a kind smile, closing the door behind him and motioning to the stairs.
“Thank you, ma’am,” was all he said before quickly making his way upstairs and to Jungkook’s room, where he was expecting to see Jungkook waiting for him. Alone. What he definitely was not expecting was to open the door and see Jungkook sat against the headboard of his bed while Taehyung straddled him, kissing him with what sounded like quite a lot of tongue, while Jimin was on his knees behind Taehyung kissing at his neck, hands up the front of his shirt doing something right if the whimpers Taehyung was making were any indication.
Yoongi wished that he had just silently closed the door, walked downstairs and kindly explained to Jungkook’s mother that they had rescheduled, and left, acting as absolutely nothing happened. However, life didn’t always work how Yoongi wanted it to.
“I should go!” is what Yoongi ended up yelling in panic, though he didn’t move from where he stood in the doorway.
All three boys jumped at the intrusion, Taehyung instinctually gripping onto Jungkook’s arms for purchase. “ Shit, don’t scare me like that, hyung!” Taehyung hissed, looking over his shoulder at Yoongi. He put a hand over his heart but stayed where he was sitting comfortably in Jungkook’s lap. Jimin also seemed like he wasn’t planning on moving further than letting his hands slip down to Taehyung’s waist as he, too, cursed sharply under his breath in his shock.
“Sorry,” Yoongi said sheepishly, not knowing if he should still go now that they knew he was there, or if that would somehow be even weirder. He also thought it was odd that Taehyung was calling him hyung, seeing as they had never really ever talked before, but there were too many things going through his brain for him to be focusing on honorifics.
Jungkook quickly leaned to the side so he could see Yoongi in the doorway from around Taehyung and Jimin’s frames. His eyes immediately lit up upon seeing him, breaking out in a large, happy smile.
“Hyung, hi!” He greeted him as if there weren’t still someone on his lap, and a second person on their knees, hovering over his lower legs at the same time. Greeted him as if this was the most normal situation for him, which Yoongi realized that as far as he knew, it could be. “You don’t have to go, come in.”
Yoongi cleared his throat and nodded, awkwardly shuffling into the room and closing the door behind him, though never actually taking his eyes off the trio. He watched as Jungkook tapped Taehyung’s thigh twice, muttering a “get up, fatass. You too, move,” to the two boys on top of him. Taehyung just rolled his eyes as he moved to the side, mumbling something under his breath that made Jimin snort before leaning down to leave a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s lips before moving to the side as well.
He noticed that Taehyung was wearing navy blue pants with white pinstripes, a slightly loose black shirt, two silver necklaces and an assortment of rings and bracelets decoration his hands and wrists. He also picked up a leather jacket decorated with pins from the best and tossed it into the floor, patting where the jacket had been, motioning for Yoongi to take a seat. As he did so awkwardly, he made note of what Jimin and Jungkook were wearing, realizing that it was the first time seeing Taehyung and Jimin without their uniforms. Jimin was dressed simply in black jeans and a red and black striped shirt, though also sporting jewelry, similar to Taehyung. And then, just like almost every time he had seen Jungkook out of school, he was sporting a black hoodie and ripped black jeans. They all looked amazing, it was almost unfair as Yoongi realized how plain he must look in front of them in year-old jeans and a black t-shirt under a flannel shirt he had had for so long he couldn’t remember ever not having it.
“Thanks,” he said, giving Taehyung what must have been an awkward smile as he took a seat next to him and took his backpack off.
“Sorry about that, hyung,” Jungkook chuckled as he and Jimin rearranged themselves on the bed so the four of them could be sitting in a circle. “Jimin and Tae just wanted to tag along for today, but Jimin’s a horny bastard, so…”
“At least I’m not the one that got hard after just kissing,” Jimin countered with a sly smirk, reaching his hand over into Jungkook’s lap to not so gently squeezing at his erection. Jungkook inhaled sharply through his teeth, body jerking slightly.
“Nooo,” he whined, trying to slap Jimin’s hand away. “Stop that, it hurts”
Taehyung giggled as he watched the interaction, wiggling his brows at Jimin as he moved his hand. “We can always change that, Jiminie.”
“What are you guys?” It took Yoongi a second to realize that he had been the person to ask the question, his voice sounding foreign to him as it betrayed him, speaking up before thinking about his words. “I mean, are you-?”
“Dating?” Jimin asked, raising a brow and looking highly amused
Yoongi nodded, a flush finding its way to his cheeks, still flustered over what he had seen, the image still clear in his mind.
“These two are,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, motioning vaguely at Taehyung and Jimin and acting if he wasn’t entirely smitten with the two. “Practically fucking married at this point‘s disgusting. But I’m more just along for the ride.”
Yoongi tried to process this information, speaking once again without a filter as he looked between Jimin and Taehyung. “So the two of you- you’re together?” Both boys nodded, still looking at Yoongi amused, as if his confusing was their main source of entertainment. “And Jungkook is like a friend with benefits kinds of thing?”
“We’ve never really defined it,” Jimin explained, actually looking thoughtful as if they truly never had even considered what exactly the three of them were. “But if that’s what you want to call it, then yeah.”
“Okay,” Yoongi nodded, not looking at anything in particular. “Okay, yeah, That makes sense, I guess. How long-? Nevermind, that’s not any of my business. Let’s just get started, yeah?”
Taehyung giggled, scooting over a bit closer into Yoongi’s personal space than he thought was necessary, but he was never one to move away from a pretty boy. Even if that pretty boy had an even prettier boyfriend and a gorgeous fuck buddy.
The tutoring session as a whole went on as normal. He still felt like he barely understood what he was talking about, and Jungkook was still listening attentively and calling him such a smart hyung. The only main difference this time is that Jimin’s hand seemed to be glued to his lower back where he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb. And as if that hadn’t been distracting enough. Taehyung had taken to absentmindedly playing with Yoongi’s hair as he read.
“Hyung really needs a haircut,” he had teased, interrupting Yoongi halfway through explaining the law of superposition. “It gets in your eyes when you look down to read.”
Yoongi blushed and did his hardest not to lean into Taehyung’s touches too obviously. “I like my hair on the longer side, though,” he explained.
Jimin hummed, looking away from the book and up at Yoongi’s hair, tucking some of behind his ear. Which again, would have been just fine if he hadn’t also run a finger down the shell of his ear and given Yoongi goosebumps as he did so. “I like it too, hyung. You look really pretty with longer hair.”
And oh, Yoongi knew he was blushing. He could feel his cheeks warming up as he furiously avoided eye contact with any of the three boys around him. The most he was able to get out was a shaky, “thank you, Jimin-ah,” before promptly going right back into the lesson. Maybe if he ignored the fluttery feeling his heart was experiencing it would just magically go away.
Another difference to that day’s tutoring session was that he left with two new numbers in his phone and yet another kiss on the cheek from Jungkook. But although it hadn’t been how he expected the day to go, and he was still trying to sort out all of his emotions, part of him wished that every tutoring session went like that.
Sadly, it didn’t, Taehyung and Jimin not showing up to any more sessions at Jungkook’s house. However, that didn’t mean that Yoongi wasn’t seeing or talking to them. In fact, Jimin had created a group chat with the four of them called the fagtastic four only hours after Yoongi had left Jungkook’s. He couldn’t even blame Namjoon for how surprised he was when he found out that they talked there almost every day after school, well into the early morning when they definitely should have been asleep; it had surprised him as well. He had gone from only being kind of friends with Jungkook to being in a groupchat and considerably good friends with not only him but also the two people who up to that point had practically avoided his existence.
Yoongi didn’t know exactly what to think about it. The three of them started sitting with Namjoon and Yoongi at lunch, talking about nothing and everything over the short time they have to talk freely. He had also been getting invited to Jungkook’s house over the weekend to watch movies, play video games, make one of Taehyung’s favorites, yaksik--which never tasted as good as the real deal as they made it in a pressure cooker, but they would still much rather take 35 minutes and not 7 hours, even if it didn’t taste as good as the authentic dessert--, or sometimes just sit silently in each other’s presence as they worked on homework.
He felt just as he had back with his friends in Daegu, and was finally starting to feel happy in Seoul. And though he was still slightly confused by the flirting or gentle touches directed towards him, he was happier than he had been in months.
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“I understood like, three of the words they just said,” Yoongi admitted from where he was laying on the living room floor.
Jungkook and Taehyung had been playing video games quite passionately for about an hour now, while Yoongi and Jimin opted to lounge around on the floor and eat as many snacks as they could. It was another lazy Sunday where Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jimin were likely to stay at Jungkook’s house until after dinner--Jungkook’s mom made some of the best sundubu jjigae he had ever tasted, and he made sure to tell her every time she made it. They had finished their homework first thing so they would have the rest of the day to do what they wanted, which today was apparently to play overwatch and lounge on the floor eating all the snacks they could get their hands on.
Jimin chuckled, laying on his stomach next to Yoongi and moving to prop himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, and they were ‘on your right,’” he teased, leaning over to bump his shoulder against Yoongi’s, who was laying in the same position.
The two of them went back into a comfortable silence, munching on the chips around them and watching Taehyung and Jungkook, lost in their own trains of thought. Yoongi looked back over to Jimin, whose gaze was still intent on the other two boys. He didn’t think he was aware of it, but Jimin would always get the fondest look in his eyes when he just sat back and watched the other two, no matter what they were doing. They could have their nose in a book, oblivious to the rest of the world and completely silent, or could be loud and obnoxious as they sang along to songs on their favorite playlists. It didn’t matter, Jimin would always get the same soft look in his eyes as he watched them, the same soft smile that was just barely visible if you didn’t look for long enough.
“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asked softly, not really wanting Taehyung and Jungkook to overhear the conversation.
“Hm?” Jimin looked back over to him, arching a brow. “Yeah, hyung?”
“Have you ever gotten jealous because of Jungkook? I mean, you and Tae were inseparable for years, what was it like when Jungkook…” He didn’t really know how to finish the sentence, but Jimin didn’t hesitate in doing so for him.
“Started fucking us?”
Yoongi blushed, ducking his head for a beat before turning back to him. “Yeah, I guess. But also just when he came into your friend group. But mostly when shit started becoming more intimate.”
Jimin hummed, resting his chin in the palm of one of his hands as he thought, eyes glazing over as he stared at nothing in particular. “I don’t think jealousy was ever a serious concern or anything, no. I mean it was definitely an adjustment to bring in another person to the friend group after it had just been the two of us since kindergarten, but it was pretty easy bringing him into everything else. Tae never really got jealous if Jungkook and I were alone, or closer, or anything like that. And I’ve never been upset over Taehyung needing some of his own alone time with Jungkook. I dunno, it just kind of happened naturally, I guess. Everything just... worked. ”
Yoongi nodded as he listened, finding it all so interesting. He had picked up on things about their relationship over the time they spent together and talked together, but he had never really asked specific, more in-depth questions before. They had told him that it was okay for him to ask whatever came to mind, that no question was a stupid question, but he never really had the confidence to actually ask.
“And--you don’t have to answer this if it’s too personal or anything, of course--, but I was just wondering why the three of you...don’t have any friends, I guess? Like why was it just you and Tae for so long, and then just the three of you?”
Jimin didn’t take as long to come up with an answer for this one. “This is probably gonna sound a lot deeper than it actually is, but fuck it, who cares. It’s cause we’re sort of the only people who understand each other. Like, we obviously come from money, and when you’re growing up, kids are mean. They’re mean no matter what. But when you have money, a lot of kids just want to be your friend cause of all the cool things you have, not because of who you actually are as a person. And then when you get older, you get told that everything you accomplish is because of your money. Get good grades? Probably just because your parents bribed the teacher. Have a truly amazing best friend who is a kindhearted, beautiful soul? No, they’re only your friend because they’re a gold digger and don’t care about anyone or anything except money. Someone flirts with you? It’s only cause you have money, nobody actually cares about you .
And yeah, we do have incredible privilege just because we were born into the families we were born into. But not everything we do, not every part of who we are, has to do with that privilege and money. Taehyung works his ass off during the summer getting odd jobs because he doesn’t want to live off someone else’s money all his life. Kookie wants to start a program where he can teach kids in bad situations how to box so they have a safe place to let their anger out instead of on the streets where they could get arrested or some shit. For free. Because he’s a good person and doesn’t want to profit off of kids in shitty family situations. None of us are the stuck up rich kids people think we are, but nobody else can really see that. So it’s easier for us to stick together instead of just getting used by people who don’t get that.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Yoongi replied honestly, looking at the three of them in a whole new light. “I mean, yeah, kids suck and people who don’t know you are going to judge you, but I didn’t know that about Tae or Kookie. That… wow .”
The two of them sat in silence, marinating in everything that had just been said before Yoongi finally spoke up again. He was almost afraid of the answer he was going to get, though he didn’t know why, so he asked it in a quiet voice as if that was going to change anything about the answer. “Why me, then? I mean, I definitely don’t come from anything close to the kind of shit you guys have, and I don’t really know what any of that feels like...so why me?”
Jimin looked at Yoongi with a fond look, chuckling softly. “There was just something about you, I don’t really know. But you’re kind, Yoongi. You’re gentle and caring, and we can tell that you actually like us for who we are as people, not ‘cause of who are parents are and how that has benefited us. But I am sorry for us being a bit cold to you at first, me and Tae. We just wanted to make sure that you weren’t like everyone else before getting close to you.”
As Taehyung and Jungkook began to promise that these were the last five minutes, “we’re almost done, we promise,” Yoongi decided to ask just one more question.
“Do you-” He could already feel himself blushing as Jimin looked into his eyes. “When it’s just you and Tae, do you- do you guys ever think of Jungkook?”
Jimin smirked, leaning into Yoongi’s personal space to respond in a whisper. “He’s not the only one we think about, hyung.”
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Yoongi was struggling to figure out exactly what was going on between him and his friendship with Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. On one hand, it sometimes felt like they were just normal eighteen and nineteen-year-old boys. Like the days where they ate junk food, played video games, smoked and drank in the park by Taehyung’s house, and complained about whatever shitty thing one of their teachers had done that day. It felt normal.
But then there other days where Yoongi felt so many emotions he didn’t even know who to fully process them. Those were the days when Jungkook would randomly just kiss his cheek in the middle of a movie. The days when Taehyung would run his fingers through his hair, or his hands slowly down any part of his body he had easy access. When Jimin would flirt with him and say suggestive things before acting innocent like he had no idea that him slowly licking the sauce off his fingers while looking directly into Yoongi’s eyes would make him feel like that .
The reason those days confused him so much is because they would do all of those things, but then completely ignore them and ask as they had never happened. He knew they were always like that with each other, so maybe to them, this was just a normal thing for them. Maybe they didn’t actually mean anything by it but were just so used to acting so flirtatiously they didn’t even realize they were making Yoongi slowly fall for them.
Because at this point, Yoongi couldn’t even deny it. He didn’t think he’d ever say it out loud, but he wouldn’t deny it in his own head. He was genuinely crushing on all three of them. At first, he brushed it off as just being physically attracted to them, he had always been weak when it came to cute boys. But then he spent more time with them and started to like them as people, this time just brushing those feelings off as a sort of friend-crush. He thought he just wanted to get closer to them, to learn more about them. Slowly, that evolved into wanting to be around them, constantly talking to them, touching them, being touched by them; it evolved into him thinking about kissing them when he really should be listening to what they’re saying, into maybe wanting more than just a kiss.
He knew there was no point in denial this far in: he was crushing on all three of them, and their flirting certainly wasn’t helping matters any. Unfortunately for Yoongi, that Thursday was what he had internally coined a flirt day .
It had started out like every other flirt day: Taehyung would reach out and brush his fingers against Yoongi’s arm as he walked to the back of the class to change shoes. From there Jimin would start winking at him or coyly wave at him any time their eyes would meet from across the classroom. Jungkook would start stretching or flexing when Yoongi knew he was aware of his gaze. Yoongi wished he had never let it slip that he found Jungkook’s muscles hot, but he got loose-lipped when he was drunk, and now Jungkook would do whatever he could to bring attention to the muscles he now knew turned Yoongi on.
They had joined him and Namjoon at lunch, like had now become routine. Jungkook and Taehyung had been absorbed in conversation with Namjoon over the latest webtoon he had gotten obsessed with, Jimin turned his attention to Yoongi. He leaned forward into Yoongi’s personal space, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and batting his eyelashes in a way that made Yoongi feel funny inside.
“So, hyung,” he began in a sweet voice. “What’re you doing after school?”
Doing everything he could to not stare at Jimin’s lips, Yoongi cleared his throat before responding. “Nothing much, really. At least not anything that you’d find that fun.”
“Tell me,” Jimin pouted. “I don’t have to personally like it if it’s something that you like I want to hear about it. You’re cute when you talk about shit you’re passionate about.”
If Yoongi had been struggling not to blush at Jimin’s proximity, he was really struggling now. “Oh,” he said in a soft voice, ducking his head. “I- thanks, Jimin-ah
Jimin smiled and reached up with his free hand to poke his cheek playfully. “Course, hyung. Now, tell me.”
“‘M just planning on practicing a new song on the piano. I found a piano version of a dean song last night that I liked, so I’m gonna try and learn it,” he finished with a shrug, looking down and tossing his food around with his chopsticks before taking a bite. “So yeah, nothing that fun or anything, but it’ll give me something to do for an hour.”
“Hyung, you play the piano?” Jimin asked in surprise and Yoongi realized that he had never actually brought that fact up before. Instruments had never seemed relevant to anything they had talked about, and Yoongi didn’t want to mention it just to brag, so it had never come up.
“I’ve been playing for a few years now, yeah” Yoongi nodded. “So I’m no Beethoven or anything, but I like to think I’m pretty good.” Still not wanting to brag, he kept out the fact that he was self-taught, has only been playing for a year and a half, discovered that he could play by ear, and was actually a pretty advanced player.
“That makes sense,” Jimin said, sitting up to take one of Yoongi’s hands in between both of his and inspecting it thoughtfully.
Furrowing his brow but making no attempt to move his hand away, Yoongi asked, “what does?”
“Hm?” Jimin asked, and by the look in his eyes, Yoongi already knew that something was coming. “Oh, nothing. I’ve just always thought you had such nice hands, hyung. Your fingers are so long and just plain pretty. I have a bit of a thing for musicians hands, so it makes sense to me now why I think about yours so often.”
“You think about my hands?” Yoongi hadn’t meant to say it as flat as he had, because he didn’t want Jimin to think that he was judging him or anything. But he honestly hadn’t meant to ask the question out loud at all . By the time his brain had realized that his mouth was just saying things again, it had been too late to add any inflection to it.
“All the time, hyung,” Jimin admitted. He wasn’t looking at Yoongi, instead slowly tracing the tip of his pointed finger slowly down the tip of Yoongi’s middle finger to his palm, giving him goosebumps. “Taehyungie does too, but don’t tell him I said anything cause he’s still in denial over having a hand kink, and I don’t wanna get my ass whooped,” Jimin giggled, leaning back in his chair to start eating again. The fact that he was acting like he didn’t just make Yoongi have an internal breakdown was almost infuriating.
There had been so much for Yoongi to process just then, he felt like his head was spinning. The combination of Jimin holding his hand, playing with his fingers, running his fingers down his palm, compliments his hands of all things, admitting to having some sort of hand kink specific to musicians, that Taehyung also had a hand kink, that they had thought about Yoongi’s hands in who knows what context, it was all making him dizzy.
After almost too long of an awkward pause, Yoongi found his voice again. “What- What do you think about?”
Jimin turned to him and examined his expression as if gauging something Yoongi wasn’t aware of. Slowly his expression turned into a smirk and he leaned close to whisper the answer. “How good hyung’s fingers would feel.”
Yoongi--in an act of utter elegance and composure--choked on his next breath and started coughing dryly, heads turning towards him all over the cafeteria. Over his coughing, he could hear Jimin’s giggle before he started to pat his back lightly.
“You okay, hyung?” Namjoon asked, his look of concern matching Jungkook and Taehyung’s. “Need some water?”
Yoongi just shook his head, taking a deep breath when he was finally able to. He could feel his face burning, but at this point didn’t know if it was due to the blush or the lack of oxygen. “No, no, I just- soup went down the wrong pipe.”
“Sure you're okay, hyung?” Jungkook asked with wide, concerned eyes, reaching over to rub between his shoulder blades.
“You should still have something to drink,” Taehyung reasoned as he reached his own milk carton, pressing the straw up to Yoongi's lips.
He had a pretty good feeling that there was still a rosy tint to his cheeks as he parted his lips to suck on the milk in front of him. Just as he was about to pull away, Taehyung smiled softly and reached over to ruffle his hair playfully.
“Good boy.”
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fagtastic four
big baby[3:27 am]
hyung~~
lil baby[3:28 am]
which one?
big baby [3:28 am]
the only one who doesn’t know what the hell is going on
who do you think?
me [3:29 am]
m listening
boss baby [3:29 am]
sksjsk im at how you immediately knew it was you
me [3:29 am]
im always the last one to know about everything it had to be me
lil baby [3:30 am]
thats not true!
boss baby [3:30 am]
its kinda true
me [3:32 am]
you two are literally married and are kooks adoptive parents while im the neighbors toddler who knocks on your door at 2pm asking for a banana
m obviously the last one to know everything
big baby [3:33 am]
i hate that i understood that analogy
boss baby [3:33 am]
oh i’ll give you a banana at 2pm any day of the week
me [3:33 am]
eye-
lil baby [3:34 am]
if that was supposed to be an analogy for fucking this relationship is Actually over
big baby [3:34 am]
same
boss baby [3:36 am]
i make one shitty analogy and now im single
this is peak biphobia
lil baby [3:36 am]
this year i lost my dear boyfriend jimin
boss baby [3:36 am]
fuck you
big baby [3:37 am]
sometimes we can still hear his voice
lil baby [3:37 am]
press f to pay respects
boss baby [3:38 am]
being single might actually be a step up from this honestly
yoongi honey did you die??
me [3:40 am]
f
big baby [3:40 am]
HYUNGSHSJSHSK
[boss baby left]
lil baby [3:42 am]
lmaoo where’d you go hyung?? u ok?
me [3:44 am]
yeah i was just banging my head against my desk in an attempt to feel the sweet release from this gc
lil baby [3:45 am]
SHUT
also jimin just told me to text him ss so know that he’s a pussy nd is too petty to rejoin the gc
big baby [3:45 am]
hhh if only that were new information
me [3:47 am]
what was it that you wanted to tell me kookie??
big baby [3:50 am]
fuck i forgot about that lmao
my parents are going to jeju island for their anniversary this weekend and made the mistake of trusting me to stay home alone
so obviously im throwing a party because im a ~cool kid~
its saturday at 9 wear something slutty
me [3:52 am]
love how youre just assuming im going to go
lil baby [3:52 am]
love how youre assuming you actually have a choice
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Yoongi didn’t really know what exactly “slutty” was by Jungkook’s standards, but whatever it was, he doubted he had any clothes that qualified. Where his, Tae’s and Jimin’s clothes were expensive or designer at most, Yoongi’s most expensive item of clothing was a 35,000 won hoodie. And in the two months he had known the others, not once had he ever cared about the difference between the brand of their clothes, but as soon as the topic of a party was introduced, Yoongi suddenly reconsidering every article of clothing he had ever owned.
Would it be up to their standards? Would they judge him for what he was wearing? They would definitely notice it was thousands of won less than their own clothes, won’t they? Would they even think his clothes were cute, much less the “slutty” Jungkook had told him to look like? And though in the back of his head he knew that neither Jungkook, Taehyung nor Jimin would ever dream of being like that kind of rich kid, the illogical part of his brain still worried.
Which led to him calling the only other friend he had in Seoul and someone whose opinion he knew he could trust.
“Joon-ah, leather’s sexy, isn’t it? Would you say it’s slutty?”
“Hyung, what?”
Yoongi had just come upon a pair of black leather pants he figured had been in the back of his dresser since last Halloween. He and a group of his friends had decided to give in to western trends and dress up and get drunk at a friend’s house who had been left home alone, much like the situation he found himself in now. Never having celebrated Halloween before, he hadn’t really known what to dress up as, and in the end decided on just wearing the leather pants, a black shirt, a bit of eyeliner, and saying he was a punk-rocker.
He had forgotten all about the outfit until thirty seconds ago and was getting an idea.
“I got invited to a party and was told to dress slutty, but I have no fucking clue what counts as slutty. But guys think girls in leather is hot, right? Or is that latex?”
“I’m going to be honest with you, hyung, I have no idea what guys like on girls.”
“But-” Yoongi huffed in annoyance, frustrated at his lack of outfit. “Okay if a cute guy was wearing leather, would you think it was sexy?”
“I mean, yeah,” he could picture Namjoon scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, a cute habit the other had. “But you do know that Jimin and them are going to think your hot no matter what you wear, right?”
“I’m not dressing up for them , Joon,” Yoongi said, lying through his teeth. “I just don’t want to be the only one at the party looking...not sexy.”
By the silence on the other end, he knew Namjoon didn’t believe him. He wouldn’t have either if he had been in his shoes.
“Besides the leather, what are you planning on wearing?”
“Uh,” Yoongi began to skim through his closet. “I have this yellow bomber jacket with these four pictures on the front. Maybe those with just a white t-shirt? Wait, I just found a pair of suspenders in my closet, those wouldn’t make me look like an old guy, would it?”
“The real question is why do you own suspenders in the first place?” Namjoon snickered from the other line
“I’d come up with a witty answer, but I genuinely have no idea where they came from.”
Namjoon laughed, a high pitch ha ha that made Yoongi smile. “Just put it all on and send me a picture, hyung. That way I’ll be able to actually see it.”
Five minutes later, the outfit along with a short, thin silver necklace was on and a picture had been sent. Namjoon had confirmed that it was indeed passable as sexy, and looking to see that there were only twenty minutes before he had to leave, Yoongi moved on to his hair and makeup.
He had never done more with makeup than occasionally wearing concealer and that one night he had worn eyeliner, but he felt that tonight merited something a bit extra. He had gone into the bathroom and grabbed his mom’s makeup bag, hoping that she didn’t notice it missing before he had time to put it back.
Not wanting to accidentally end up looking like a clown, he stuck to what he was comfortable with: eyeliner and lip gloss. Lip gloss was close enough to chapstick, wasn’t it? After applying concealer to all the parts he deemed needed it, he quickly applied the eyeliner to the outer corner of his eyes, even going as far as slightly winging it. He found a light pink lip gloss with golden sparkles at the bottom of the makeup bag and figured it would be the most natural looking.
When he put it on, it felt cold and started making his lips feel tingly. Momentarily freaking out and thinking he was having an allergic reaction, he started to frantically inspect the print on the bottle. The words lip plumping lip gloss stood out in bold black text, but he still wasn’t convinced a chemical in the gloss was going to give him weird burns on his lips.
me [ 8:47 pm]
hypothetically speaking plumping lip gloss doesn’t make your lips feel like they’re gonna fall off does it??
boss baby [8:49 pm]
hypothetically speaking that’s totally normal dont worry hyung
also hypothetically speaking the thought of you in lip gloss is doing things to my heart and dick
just thought you should know
Yoongi looked up from his phone and focused on a spot on his wall, slowly exhaling to keep from doing something stupid like squealing.
After quickly fussing with his hair and placebo effecting himself into thinking it looked any different than when he started, he put on his shoes and grabbed the car keys. After yelling an “I’m heading out, now,” over his shoulder, he was making his way towards the elevator.
Being nineteen, he had been able to finally get his license, something Jungkook, Tae, and Jimin benefited heavily from. Since he was the only one in their friend group able to drive, he was often the one driving them to and from seemingly everywhere. And though he often complained about not being the Min Yoongi Taxi Service, he enjoyed it deep down. And if he also enjoyed the hand Jimin would rest on his thigh every time a bit more than he should have, nobody had to know.
Fifteen minutes later Yoongi found himself entering the pin into Jungkook’s apartment lock, already able to hear the music from where he stood. Letting himself in and quickly leaving his shoes by the door among the mountain of pairs already there, Yoongi started the quest of finding the others. He doubted all of the guests were here yet, but even without the full crowd, there were already a lot of people in attendance. He hadn’t even known that Jungkook knew this many people.
He snaked between groups of people, mumbling sorry’s and excuse me’s as he went. If he knew Jimin half as well as he claimed to, he would be in a 2-meter radius around the drinks. Sure enough, when he reached the open kitchen where all the drinks had been set up, Jimin was there leaning on the bar, drink in hand and beautiful smile plastered on his face. He was in the middle of a conversation with a girl sporty pretty lavender hair. By her hair color, he could already tell that she was out of high school, furthering his confusion with how Jungkook knew these people.
Not wanting to interrupt, he busied himself with quickly pouring himself a drink and slowly stepping up to Jimin and resting a hand on his lower back. Feeling the hand on the small of his back, Jimin whipped his head around in Yoongi’s direction, smiling when he saw it was him.
“Hyung! When did you get here?” Jimin hadn’t even been subtle with his checking Yoongi out and it made his heart skip a beat.
“Only like two minutes ago, I let myself in,” he explained, taking a sip of his drink in an attempt to hide his blush. He could practically feel Jimin’s gaze as he slowly looked him up and down, a small smirk finding itself onto his lips. Not three seconds later, Yoongi could feel a hand press itself into the small of his own back.
“Hyung, meet Kim Dahyun noona. Noona, Min Yoongi hyung,” Jimin had said when he finally turned back to the girl he had been talking to. “Noona’s dad works at the same company as my dad, so we’ve known each other for a few years now. She was just telling me about the modeling gig she scored for a shoot in Tokyo next month.”
“Oh wow,” Yoongi said in genuine surprise. “That’s really cool, congrats.”
“Thanks,” she smiled sweetly, though he could see her blush as Jimin talked about her recent achievement. “How do you know Jimin?”
“We met at school,” Jimin jumped in to explain. “Hyung moved here from Daegu two months ago and transferred to our school. He’s planning on studying to become a music producer at Korea National University of Arts next year.”
That had been news to Yoongi, seeing as he hadn’t even applied to K-Arts, nor had he really been planning to out of fear of being rejected, even though it was his dream college. Daehyun had seemed impressed though, and Jimin hadn’t even looked phased by the lie he had just told. After a few more minutes of small talk about people or things Yoongi didn’t know of, Daehyun finished off the last sip of her drink.
“Well I’ll leave you two to catch up, I better go find my friends. Talk to you later, Jimin. And it was nice to meet you, Yoongi-yah.”
As soon as she had been out of earshot, Yoongi turned to Jimin with furrowed brows. “Jimin-ah, why would you say that? You know K-Arts is just a pipe dream, you made it sound like I already got accepted when I’m probably not even going to apply!”
“First of all, stop talking like you aren’t going to get in when we’ve all already told you that you’re going to-,” Jimin started, and Yoongi could already tell he was planning on a rant.
“Yeah, but you’re all biased so it doesn’t even count,” Yoongi countered, looking down at his socks as he spoke
Jimin clicked his tongue, making Yoongi look back up at him. “Okay, so what? Just because we like you doesn’t mean that you aren’t actually amazing. If you were shit, we’d tell you.”
Yoongi could feel himself blush and his palms begin to get sweaty. Every thought had been replaced by Jimin saying, over and over: we like you, we like you, we like you, we like you. He had no way of knowing if Jimin had meant it platonically or not without asking and making things weird, but he had a feeling they meant it more than that they like him as friends.
“And two, just because we know you haven’t been accepted yet doesn’t mean she has to know that. The only thing everyone in this room cares about is numbers and status. Everyone else is already probably exaggerating tremendously, why not us?”
“I thought you guys didn’t do friends, especially not with these kinds of people,” Yoongi said when he could finally find his voice and focus less on the constant loop of we like you ’s in his head.
“We don’t,” Jimin said vaguely. “We aren’t friends with anybody here besides you, really. They’re just people we know because we were raised in the same circles. The only times we get together are like these when one of us wants to throw a party and needs people to fill up space to create a good environment.”
“So you just invite each other over for the aesthetic?” Yoongi asked, still baffled by rich people and their logic.
Jimin giggled at the comparison and shrugged, a lot less phased than Yoongi was at the whole relationship. “Pretty much, yeah. We’re only friends for the aesthetic.”
Yoongi was still pouting slightly, confused over how lonely that must be, but even though it was so lonely they never did anything to change it. He felt like he finally realized why the three of them kept to themselves; he understood what he meant by everyone else would just use them. As he was slowly slipping deeper into thought, he felt Jimin lean closer and could feel his lips brushing against the shell of his ear, giving him goosebumps.
“You look so fucking pretty, hyung. I can’t wait for Tae and Kookie to see you.”
Yoongi could feel his blush make its way from the apples of his cheeks down to his collar bones and up to his hairline. He looked at Jimin with wide eyes and stuttered out a response. “Yuh-You really think so?”
Jimin reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb to his glossy bottom lip, tugging it down a bit and humming to himself. “I’ve always thoughts so, I just want to kiss you a little bit more now.” He let his hand fall back down to his side.
“I mean…” Yoongi bit his lip and glanced down at his cup to gather his courage. “You can if you really want to.”
Jimin chuckled softly at this, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “I would, but I have a deal to hold up. But trust me, honey, I will soon.”
It took Yoongi a few seconds to actually hear what Jimin had said, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He had kissed people before, he didn’t know why his body was reacting this way. Hell, he didn’t even remember being this shaky when he lost his virginity. At the point, Yoongi truly believed that Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were going to be the actual death of him.
“Deal?”
Jimin just shook his head and grabbed Yoongi’s cup to down the rest of his drink, setting the empty cup on the counter. “Don’t worry about it,” he said as he took hold of Yoongi’s wrist. “Let’s go find the others, hyung. They’ll want to see how pretty you look.”
Jimin led Yoongi out of the kitchen and into the living room where a group of people had formed an impromptu dance floor. There were groups of people pressed together, bodies close and boundaries blurred, beer sloshing out of plastic cups, and music so loud the bass could be felt between their ribs like a second heartbeat.
It didn’t take long for Yoongi to spot Taehyung and Jungkook amongst the sea of drunk rich kids. The two of them were stood face to face, Taehyung’s large hands looking so pretty on Jungkook’s thin waist. Jungkook’s own hands were tangled into Taehyung’s hair and angling to head to the side so he could kiss and nip at Tae’s neck as the two of them danced. It wasn’t the first time he had seen any combination of the three of them dancing together, but every time he did he felt the air being punched out of his lungs. Every movement was smooth and graceful, their bodies so entune with the other in the way they made their improvised dancing looked perfectly choreographed.
The way Jungkook’s hips rolled into Taehyung’s, the way Taehyung moved his hips side to side so effortlessly. The way they knew the exact moment to change rhythm just to tease the other. The way they both leaned in at the same time for a bruising kiss, desperate and sloppy. He knew he was staring as they kissed, his face probably giving away how much he wanted to be one of them. Or better yet, between them.
“Aren’t they pretty?” Jimin leaned into Yoongi’s ear to ask, the smirk evident in his voice.
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, answering honestly before he could think about the consequences. “So fucking beautiful.”
“You wanna be over there with them, don’t you hyung?”
Gaining a bit of self-control, Yoongi shook his head though he had a feeling him nibbling on his bottom lip was giving him away. By Jimin’s snort, he knew he truly wasn’t fooling anybody.
“C’mon, before they start fucking on the floor or something stupid like that,” Jimin said before leading Yoongi through the few people between them their friends.
When they reached them, Jimin smirked before reaching up and smacking the back of Jungkook’s hand, making him quickly pull away from Taehyung.
“Ow!” Jungkook pouted, rubbing the back of his head. “What the fuck, Jimin-ah? What’s wrong with you?”
“Yoongi’s here,” was all Jimin yelled over the music as an excuse
Yoongi couldn’t hear Taehyung’s giggle, but he could see it in the way his chest rumbled. He reached out and grabbed Yoongi’s suspenders, pulling them out a bit and letting them snap against Yoongi’s chest, making him jump slightly as the fabric snapped against his nipples.
“Tae!” He shouted so Taehyung could hear him, quickly pouting at the injustice.
Taehyung laughed again, leaning in so Yoongi could hear him. “You look really sexy, hyung. I like your jacket.”
Before he could answer, Yoongi’s face was being moved in the opposite direction by Jungkook’s grip on his chin. He looked at him with wide eyes, a bit shocked by his face being turned so quickly. Jungkook looked from Jimin to Yoongi’s lips, eyebrows disappearing behind his fringe. The corners of his lips quirked up before he spoke into Yoongi’s ear. “You really wore the lipgloss.”
Turning his head to where he could speak close to Jungkook’s ear, Yoongi responded with a coy, “does it make me look pretty?”
He could feel one of Jungkook’s hands find its way to his waist, holding him close under the excuse of having to have him close to hear. “The prettiest, baby.”
Yoongi wasn’t sure if Jungkook had added on baby as a pet name, or if he had really meant to call him the prettiest baby, but Yoongi was already swooning too much to care what he really meant. All that came out of his lips was an, “Oh.”
“I’m tired of dancing,” Taehyung whined loud enough for the others to hear him. “Hyung, sit down on the couch with me?”
Yoongi quickly nodded, stepping back away from Jungkook. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Taehyung and Yoongi flopped down on the couch, far enough away from the speakers to where they could hear each other without fully shouting. Taehyung threw his legs over Yoongi’s and sat with his back against the arm of the couch so he could face Yoongi. Already used to sitting this way with Tae, Yoongi acted out of muscle memory, draping his arms over Taehyung’s knees and rubbing the back of his thigh idly.
“So is this what all rich kids parties are like?” Yoongi asked, fingers still rubbing up and down Tae’s thigh.
“I mean, kind of,” Taehyung shrugged, smiling at the sensation. “But what do you mean by ‘this’?”
“I don’t really know,” Yoongi admitted. “Just this. ”
Taehyung laughed, “well what kind of parties are you used to?”
“Usually it was just me and my group of friends getting drunk when parents weren’t around,” Yoongi said, sitting further back into the couch to get comfortable as he thought back on his time in Daegu. “We had this one friend, he had just moved to Daegu for college and had his own apartment. We thought he was the shit for that, and would also go over to his place sometimes if he wasn’t too stressed over school.”
“That sounds nice, actually,” Taehyung nodded, letting his head fall back for a second as he tried to pop his neck. Yoongi’s eyes were immediately drawn to the pink bit marks, their presence doing something weird to Yoongi’s tummy making him shit in his seat. “I never really considered that partying, I guess. That’s always just hanging out.”
“Well we can’t all be rich kids used to big ass house parties,” Yoongi giggled, angling his head closer towards Taehyung when he reached out and started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling sent shivers down his spine, his shoulders raising a bit making Tae giggle.
“Oh, excuse me for knowing how to have an actually good time unlike you peasant folk,” Taehyung teased, playfully pulling at his hair. Yoongi made a funny noise in the back of his throat at the feeling, a blush creeping onto his face as he hoped that by some chance Tae hadn’t heard over the music. If he had heard, his face didn’t give it away.
“Shut up,” Yoongi mumbled, trying hard not to laugh. It had become common for them to joke about each other’s financial status, though they were always careful in toeing the line between what was funny and what was too far. There had been a few instances where either Yoongi or the others said something that hit a bit too close to home and led to apologies--and also sometimes cuddles if Taehyung had anything to say on what going on.
“Sorry, hyung,” Taehyung giggled, starting to take his fingers out of Yoongi’s hair.
“No,” Yoongi whined, following Taehyung’s hand with his head. “That feels nice, don’t stop.”
“You’re such a baby ,” Taehyung groaned dramatically as he started playing with Yoongi’s hair again. “Always so needy.”
“Fuck you,” Yoongi laughed, spotting Jimin and Jungkook making their way from the dance floor back over to the two of them. He scooted closer to Taehyung who, instead of moving his legs off Yoongi’s lap, just bent his knees so he didn’t have to move positions.
“Why are you fucking him?” Jungkook asked, plopping down right next to Yoongi and resting his arm on the back of the couch, conveniently around Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Because he said I’m a needy baby, which I’m most definitely not,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook snorted, “alright hyung, keep telling yourself that.” He groaned a bit playfully as Jimin took a seat on his lap.
“Tae baby,” Jimin cut in just as Yoongi took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready to go off. “Can you go get us some drinks? Kookie tired me out dancing and my legs feel like jelly.”
“It’s not a fun feeling, now is it?” Taehyung shot back as he got up from his cramped sideways position on the couch.
“Oh, shush, you know you love it,” Jimin giggled, moving off of Jungkook’s lap and over to where Taehyung had been sitting on Yoongi’s other side.
Taehyung held up his hand as he walked away, flipping them off without even looking their way, making the three of them laugh. Yoongi had a feeling that Jimin and Jungkook were also watching Taehyung walk away just as fondly as he was in the moment
After a beat, Jungkook turned back to Yoongi. “So, why are you a needy baby?”
“Not saying that you actually are,” Jimin cut in, obviously just to placate him if his poorly hidden smirk was anything to go by. “Just saying what Tae said.”
Yoongi pouted, leaning more into Jungkook’s arm around his shoulder. “Tae was just messing with my hair and it felt good, so I told him not to stop when he wanted to. And then he called me a needy baby, so I told him to fuck off.”
“I mean to be fair,” Jungkook said cautiously, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You are a bit of a baby, and you do get kind of needy when it comes to physical contact.”
“That’s so not true!”
“Hyung you’ve whined every single time you’re cuddling with us and one of us has to move. Or when we can’t hold your hand in the bathroom while we pee. Or when we stop playing with your hair. Or when you need to pull your hand away and scratch your arm or whatever. Or when we have to pull away from a hug because that’s why hugging isn’t cuddling. Or-”
“Shut up,” Yoongi groaned, full on pouting now.
All of a sudden, Jungkook’s face was centimeters away from Yoongi’s, his free hand was on his jaw, his eyes were closing, and his lips were pressed against Yoongi’s pout. After two seconds past and he hadn’t pulled away--and Yoongi was able to realize what the fuck was actually happening--, one of Yoongi’s hands found its place on Jungkook’s chest as he kissed him back. There were so many emotions and questions passing through Yoongi’s head, but as soon as he had started to kiss Jungkook back, it all turned into white noise.
Jungkook kissed him slowly yet deeply, and Yoongi could feel his fingers twitching on his cheek. It pulled him in and made him want to stay like this forever. They weren’t rushed, it wasn’t weirdly wet, and Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing. The way he slowly and almost tentatively, slid his tongue across Yoongi’s as if asking if it was okay just made Yoongi swoon even more. It took him a second to realize that the whine he had just heard had been his own, making his whole face heat up in embarrassment. He felt Jungkook giggle against his lips before slowly pulling away, quickly pecking his lips a few times before pulling away for good.
“Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook said though Yoongi had a feeling they all knew he wasn’t actually sorry. “You just looked so pretty pouting, and the fucking lip gloss, I just couldn’t help myself anymore.”
“No!” Yoongi’s voice came out much higher pitched that he’d intended on. After clearing his throat, he tried again. “No, yeah, it’s okay. Like, I don’t mind, I wanted to kiss you too, so it’s okay.”
“What about me?” Yoongi heard Jimin whine from beside him.
“You- You said you couldn’t because of a deal?” Yoongi restated, still a bit confused as to what he had meant.
“Yeah, and I’ve upheld my end of the deal now. Kookie said he wanted to be the first one to kiss you, so Tae and I respected that, but now that Kookie’s kissed you it means that we can too,” Jimin explained. “Only if you still want to kiss us, though. Don’t feel obligated to do anything with all of us if you don’t want to.”
“I want to!” Yoongi quickly said, immediately looking around to see if anyone else at the party had thought he was being too loud, not that they’d be able to hear him over the music. “I mean, I want to. I don’t feel obligated into anything, Jimin-ah, don’t worry. I’m grown, if I didn’t want to kiss any of you I wouldn’t let you.”
Jimin hummed, slowly leaning forward and cupping Yoongi’s cheeks in both of his hands. “So,” he quickly pecked his lips. “That means-” Another peck. “This is okay?” Another one.
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, trying his best not to whine again. The feeling of both of Jimin’s hands on his face, keeping him there and caging him in was making him react in a way he hadn’t expected. “More than okay,” was all he could get out in a shaky whisper, doing his best to stay still and not do something stupid like pounce on Jimin in the middle of a crowded room.
“Good.” Jimin’s lips were suddenly on his, and Yoongi could immediately tell a difference between the ways he and Jungkook kissed. When looking back on the way Jimin kissed, the only word that came to Yoongi’s mind was commanding. He wasn’t rough or forceful, didn’t make Yoongi feel like he was being attacked in any way, he was just commanding. He was obviously the one guiding the kiss from the second his lips touched Yoongi’s. It was the way he held his face, the way he would change the pace every few seconds and make Yoongi adjust, the way he would tug on his lower lip and make his breath stutter.
“Well, this isn’t fair.”
Pulling away and struggling to catch his breath, Yoongi looked up to see Taehyung standing over them, struggling to carry the four cups of beer he had got for all of them. “I didn’t even get to see him kiss Kookie, what kind of homophobia?”
Jungkook laughed, grabbing two of the cups from Taehyung and handing the other one to Jimin. “I’m sure you’ll get to see it some other time, Tae, don’t worry.”
“I better,” Taehyung huffed, still not making a move to hand Yoongi his drink. “Can Taehyungie get kisses now, hyung?”
“Please,” Yoongi breathed out, sounding a lot more desperate and wrecked than he realized he had been. Taehyung broke out into a wide smile as soon as he heard the answer, quickly setting down the two cups on the coffee table before straddling Yoongi’s waist.
“Oh,” he squeaked, not having prepared for a lap full of Kim Taehyung. He felt Jimin grab his hand and place it on Taehyung’s wait, signaling for him to hold on with both hands, which he gladly did.
Taehyung hummed and leaned in, a ghost of a smile still on his lips and he slowly rubbed the tip of his nose against Yoongi’s. “Pretty, pretty hyung,” he whispered before leave a feather-light kiss to the tip of his nose. He continued leaving little kisses all over Yoongi’s face making him practically purr. Every single time he would get close to his lips, Yoongi would tilt his face in a poor attempt to get the kiss Tae had been teasing him with.
Finally, after him whining out a soft, “don’t be mean, Tae,” the kiss finally came. It was as soft and gentle as Taehyung was in every other aspect of himself. It was almost playful the way Taehyung would pull back to peck his lips a few times before going back in for a deeper kiss. He licked at the seam of Yoongi’s lips with a giggle when Yoongi would part his lips for him but nothing would come. The playful kisses continued until seemingly Taehyung had had enough and pulled Yoongi in for a proper kiss.
Too soon, Taehyung was pulling away with a breathy giggle. “Hyung’s a good kisser,” though he obviously wasn’t planning on doing back in for another kiss, Tae stayed straddling Yoongi’s lap as if there wasn’t a party going on around them and they were alone. Alone. Alone sounded good.
“You are too, Taehyungie,” Yoongi said softly, raising a hand from Taehyung’s waist to his cheek, running his knuckles slowly across the skin as he admired him.
“Hyung?” Yoongi turned to Jimin with a soft hum. “Is it too-” a quick glance at Jungkook, “Don’t feel pressured into anything, but we just wanted to know if maybe you were okay with...going up to Kookie’s room? The four of us?”
“F-For…?” Yoongi had a pretty good idea what they had mean, he was just still too shocked to fully believe it.
“Anything you’re comfortable with, honey,” Jimin shrugged, nibbling on his lower lip nervously.
“You don’t have to say yes, baby, but if you do you can decide how far we go,” Jungkook spoke up, putting his hand on Yoongi’s thigh and helping ground him in the moment.
“The second you say stop we all stop,” Tae said softly, taking Yoongi’s hand away from his cheek to kiss his knuckles. “Even if it’s just after a bit of kissing. Don’t feel like you’re obligated to hold out until a certain point if you don’t really want to.”
“And don’t think you’ll disappoint us or anything if you tell us to stop, either,” Jungkook spoke up again.
“This is a lot,” Yoongi admitted in a breathless voice, his heart being fast and his hands feeling shaky.
“You don’t-” Jimin started, but Yoongi shook his head, cutting him off.
“No, I want to. Really,” he added after seeing the questioning look in Jimin’s eyes. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed by everything. I’ve- I’ve thought about this, about you, a lot and it’s weird it’s actually happening. It’s a lot. But I want it; I want it so fucking bad.”
He could see the blush on Jimin’s cheeks as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. “Then let's go up Kookie’s room, hyung.”
“Are you sure it’s okay though? Is it okay to just..leave the party?” Yoongi asked, looking around at the three of them, all of which looked less than phased.
“Hyung,” Jungkook said with an amused snort. “I doubt they’ll even notice we’re gone. It’ll be okay.”
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, patting Taehyung’s waist to signal for him to get up. “O-Okay. Yeah. Then let’s go.”
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Yoongi didn’t really know when the removal of clothes happened, but he was far from complaining. Somewhere between him getting pushed up against the door as soon as it closed and him ending up kneeling in front of Jungkook’s bed between Jimin’s legs the four of them had lost different articles of clothing.
Taehyung had lost his pants, leaving him in just a slightly oversized red, grey, and white button up and boxer-briefs. Jungkook had lost his blue satin shirt, exposing abs Yoongi hadn’t been fully ready for. Jimin had lost his pants like Taehyung, but unlike Taehyung had even unbuttoned his red and black plaid shirt, exposing himself even more. Yoongi was the most dressed out of the trio, having long lost his jacket. Even his suspenders had gotten pulled off and thrown somewhere on the floor.
“You’re really pretty,” Yoongi complimented in a shy voice as he looked up at Jimin, leaning forward to leave a quick kiss on his inner thigh.
Jimin smiled, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair soothingly. “You’re breathtaking, hyung, don’t sell yourself short.”
Yoongi blushed, ducking and shaking his head as he slowly ran his hand up from Jimin’s knee to the growing bulge in his boxers. “Not true. You three are the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen, I swear.”
He heard Jimin’s breath hitch above him at the same time Tae let out a few quick whines from behind him on the bed. Quickly darting his eyes to the side, Yoongi saw Taehyung laying on his back, Jungkook positioned over him with his lips on his neck and a hand down his boxers. He could see that Jungkook was teasing him, his hand only moving for a few seconds before going completely still. Taehyung seemed to not be the kind of person to handle teasing, his head shaking side to side quickly, eyes scrunched close, and grip tight on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Kuh-Kookie,” Taehyung panted, “stop be-- ah, shit-- being mean”
Jungkook chuckled lowly, shaking his head in amusement. “Stop complaining, you know you have to earn it first.”
“But I’ve been good! ” Taehyung sounded wrecked already
“Hyung,” Jimin snapped, grabbing Yoongi’s chin and pulling his face to where he was looking up at him, not at the two behind them. “Eyes on me, honey.”
“Sorry,” Yoongi blushed, getting back to palming Jimin and leaving quick kisses and bites on his inner thighs.
“You don’t have to be sorry, hon,” Jimin said, voice growing tauter the more pressure Yoongi started putting on his dick, though he acted like he had no idea what he was doing. “Just gotta remember not to forget about anybody.”
“Well I haven’t really had a foursome before,” Yoongi shot up at him, biting his thigh as gently as he could.
Jimin started to chuckle, but it quickly turned into a soft moan when Yoongi swiped his thumb slowly up the head of Jimin’s clothed cock. Cursing under his breath, he watched as Yoongi gave him a coy look through his lashes before leaning forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his tip. His grip in his hair only tightened when Yoongi started to lick at the fabric, dampening it substantially.
"Am I doing good now ?"
"So good, hyung," Jimin breathed. "Don't stop, honey."
After a few more teasing licks, Yoongi hooked two fingers into the waistband of Jimin's boxer-briefs and slowly pulled them down. He could feel his breath hitch in his chest when he saw Jimin's dick finally spring free. Holy fucking shit, they were actually doing this right now.
It wasn't like this was the first dick Yoongi had ever sucked; far from it, actually. So it wasn't the act that was making his breath stutter and his fingers shake as he wrapped a hand around Jimin's base gently and gave it an experimental tug. No, Yoongi was comfortable with all of that. It was the fact that it was Jimin, not just another one of his drunk friends. It was Jimin whose tip he was sucking on as he tried to jerk him off as best as he could dry. It was Jimin groaning and shifting above him, Jimin telling him to be good and not to tease.
The thing was, is that it also wasn't just Jimin. It was also Taehyung who was know kneeling behind Jimin and running his hands slowly up and down his chest as he kissed his neck. It was Taehyung moaning softly against his flesh as Jungkook smacked his ass lightly. It was Jungkook sliding off the bed and kneeling down besides Yoongi, untucking his shirt and sliding his hands up it to play with his nipples.
He realized as he slowly took more and more of Jimin into his mouth that maybe what he was feeling wasn't nervousness or anxiety. It was excitement. He had been waiting to do this for so long--liked them so much --that now that he was actually doing all the things he had dreamed about for weeks, it was almost like an adrenaline rush.
He could hear Jimin and Taehyung kissing above him, could hear him groan into his mouth as Yoongi left lingering kisses on his base while rubbing his thumb in circles against the backside of his head. He could hear Jungkook's ragged breathing in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Could hear his own whimpers as Jungkook started to tug and flick at his sensitive nipples, making him jump.
Using a mix of his own saliva and Jimin's precum, he started to work his hand up and down Jimin's base. He looked over his shoulder and met eyes with Jungkook, pouting and leaning in for a kiss which Jungkook gladly granted him. The awkward angle quickly making his neck hurt, Yoongi pulled away after a few seconds. His voice was already starting to sound wrecked when he met Jungkook's eyes and said,
"I wanna make you feel good too, Kookie."
"Fuck," Jungkook breathed out, kissing him quickly before nodding. "Alright, baby, how do you want to do it?"
Yoongi nibbled on his lip, thinking it through. Never having been in a foursome before, he didn't really know how they could do it. "Sit next to Jiminie. And help Tae out, stop being mean."
Jungkook chuckled as he got up from his knees and sat down next to Jimin, tugging his pants down past his knees. "You think me teasing him a bit is mean? You should see some of the shit Jimin does to him."
Both Yoongi and Tae whimpered at that, equally affected by the mental image of Taehyung slowly unraveling under Jimin's touch.
"Still, he's been good," Yoongi huffed, not wanting Tae to be left out while he made Jimin and Jungkook feel good. "Keep teasing him if you want, just let him cum when you're done."
Taehyung hummed happily as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Jungkook's neck, leaving gently kisses on his skin. "At least someone in this family fucking loves me," he giggled, peeking over Jungkook's shoulder down at Yoongi and winking at him.
Jimin giggled at this, flicking him in the forehead and telling him to shut up. It was weird; an oddly domestic moment between the four of them as he had both hands wrapped around a dick, Taehyung getting his boxers tugged down and tossed somewhere on the floor. Jimin's breath was sounding shaky as he teased Taehyung, and Jungkook was giggling and doing his best to avoid a flick in the forehead of his own. It was a different mood than what he had expected--different from the mood only thirty seconds ago--but somehow it was perfect. Somehow it was just so them .
He took Jimin back into his mouth again, quickly jerking him off at the base while focusing his tongue on the tip, slowly pumping Jungkook’s dick at the same time. It was weird how naturally it came to him; how easily he was able to switch back and forth between sucking Jimin off and sucking Jungkook off; how simple it was to jerk them both off just as fast when he pulled away, needing to catch his breath.
He felt so hard in his pants, cursing his past self for wearing leather fucking pants out of all things. He watched as Taehyung did his best to stay up on his knees as he shook, gripping on tightly to Jimin's shoulders as Jungkook reached behind himself and between Tae's legs to finger him open. Listened to the squelch of the lube in combination with Taehyung’s airy moans. Watched as he gasped for breath, squeezing his eyes closed, and doing his best to hold out for as long as he can. He felt Jimin start to thrust into Yoongi’s hand, a whine on his lips as he looks for more friction; as Jungkook throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as his dick repeatedly hits the back of his throat.
Taehyung was the first one to come, a quick string of curses, gasps, and whimpers leaving his lips as he shook with the force of his orgasm. He fell back onto the bed with a giggle as he closed his eyes and waited for his legs to stop feeling like jelly. Jungkook's own orgasm didn't come much later, Yoongi's mouth bringing him to the edge much quicker than he had expected.
"Buh-Baby, 'm close," he panted, trying hard not to thrust too roughly into Yoongi's mouth.
Yoongi looked up at him through his lashes but made no attempt to pull back. He kept eye contact as Jungkook bit his lip, brows furrowing as his body tensed up. With a breathy moan, his entire body went lax as he came down Yoongi's throat. Pulling back to keep just his tip in his mouth, Yoongi slowly pumped him through his orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, hyung," Jungkook said in a breathless voice, hand running through his hair gently. "You're so good, baby."
Yoongi hummed at the touch, pulling off fully to swallow. "Thank you, Kookie," he said softly, nuzzling into the touch for a few seconds before focusing all of his attention back on a needy Jimin.
"Hyung," Jimin said in a tight voice, glazed eyes meeting Yoongi's. "Is it- Is it okay if I get a little rough?"
Yoongi hummed, leaning in to press his lips gently against Jimin's hip before looking up at him through his lashes. "I like it rough," he admitted somewhat shyly, though he imagined the time to be shy had long passed. "Just stop if I pinch your thigh, okay?"
Jimin nodded, sighing in relief. "Okay, honey, okay. Just- Just c'mere."
Jimin grabbed Yoongi's face, positioning his mouth right against his tip. Yoongi opened his mouth, letting his tongue fall past his lower lip slightly as he waited. Jimin didn't waste any time in tightening his grip on Yoongi's face and thrust into his mouth quickly. He did his best to breathe through his nose, keep his jaw loose, make sure his teeth stayed behind his lips, to relax. He choked more than once, but Jimin made no effort to slow down or thrust more shallowly. It made him feel small and used, his head feeling fuzzy and the world slowly slipping away.
He was vaguely aware of reality; hearing his whimpers a few seconds after they left him, realizing that he had been shaking for a few minutes now. He felt like he was there, but he didn't really know where there was. It was as if he was floating in water or in space, far, far away from anybody else.
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"Hyung. Honey. You there, baby?"
It took a few seconds for Yoongi to focus his gaze on Jimin, though he had been looking at him since he pulled away and came on his face. He made a noncommittal noise to let him know that he could hear, though his body still felt light and heavy all at the same time. He realized that he was on the bed now, laying on his back with the other three around him.
He was vaguely aware of Taehyung playing with his hair as Jimin and Jungkook looked down at him. "How are you feeling, hyung?" Taehyung asked from where he sat behind his head.
"'M fuzzy"
Taehyung giggled at that, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. "Are you okay to keep going? Can we make you feel good too, hyung, or do want to stop?"
Yoongi shook his head, a little whine leaving him unintentionally. "Don't wanna stop."
"Alright baby," Jungkook said, and Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice. "We'll make you feel good, hyung. Tae baby, can we swap?"
He could feel the bed dip as Jungkook moved to where he was sitting against the headboard behind Yoongi. He felt Jungkook grab his below the arms and pull him into a sitting position against him. His body was still refusing to do what his brain told it to do, so Jungkook had to wrap his arms around his waist to keep him from slipping. Now being held up in a sitting position, he had a better idea of what they meant by "we'll make you feel good."
Jungkook tugged up Yoongi's shirt, whispering for him to hold it up between his teeth. Yoongi obeyed, opening his mouth and letting Jungkook put his shirt between his teeth before biting down. He could feel Jungkook leaving gentle pecks on the back of his ear, as well as his shoulder, just little reminders that he was there to keep him grounded. It was nice.
Taehyung grabbed one of his hands and started kissing his knuckles as Jimin busied himself with tugging his too tight leather pants down. It took him a few minutes, a space filled with gentle whispers from Jungkook telling him how good he did, how good he made him feel, how pretty he was, how he was safe with them. Finally, Jimin was able to get his pants down.
"You have really pretty legs, hyung," he commented with a smile, leaning forward to kiss his knee. "So smooth, do you shave?"
Yoongi felt himself flush as he nodded shakily, a bit embarrassed by the fact. He had never given a shit about what society accepted as manliness and had long been fed up with those people expected of him. If he didn't like his leg hair, then fuck it, he was going to shave it off. That didn't mean that he was just a little insecure of what other people thought, however; especially when those other people just so happened to be the people he was head over heels for. He knew he could trust them, however. He knew that they would never make him feel bad about himself. He was safe with them. He liked that.
Jimin hummed, running his hands up and down Yoongi's smooth thighs as Taehyung tugged his pants completely off, not just down to his knees.
"Such a pretty hyung," Jungkook whispered in his ear, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder. "So soft and beautiful."
Yoongi hummed happily, turning to nuzzle his face into the crook of Jungkook's neck in appreciation. Taehyung had picked that exact moment when he hadn't been looking to wrap a large hand around his dick and give it a slow tug, giggling at Yoongi's full body jerk.
He had gasped at the unexpected touch as he jumped, his t-shirt falling out of his mouth. Jungkook chuckled, grabbing the hem of his shirt and bringing it back up to his lips. "C'mon, baby, you gotta keep it in your mouth. You can do it."
Yoongi swallowed, heart beating fast as Taehyung continued to focus on his base while Jimin had started to suck on his head. The dual sensation making Yoongi's body shake even more than it already had been. Taehyung had started to twists his wrist on the upstroke at the same time that Jimin had begun to slowly lick at his tip, pressing his tongue flatly against the backside of his dickhead.
It already felt like too much and they weren't even doing that much. It was almost too much the way Taehyung had positioned himself to where he could kiss the base of his dick while Jimin rubbed his pointer finger in slow circles around his slit.
" h-hah...ah" Yoongi panted, pressing the balls of his hands against his eyes. " huh, hng, n-noo"
"No?" Jimin asked, raising a brow up at and pulling his hands away from his eyes with his free hand. "You want us to stop, hun?"
The idea of them stopping, of them leaving Yoongi as hard as he was with no chance of release made him want to cry. He let out a long whine of protests as he quickly shook his head, trying to communicate best he could that was the last thing he wanted. Jimin seemed to get the message as he smiled smugly, going back to his ministration.
Yoongi tried to turn his head and nuzzle back into Jungkook's neck, but Jungkook quickly grabbed his jaw, forcing him to watch as Jimin and Taehyung both started to suck at the sides of his dick. The sight alone was almost enough to make him cum.
"They're working so hard for you, baby," Jungkook spoke directly into his ear. "Be nice and watch them. Good boys don't ignore the people making them feel good, now do they, hyung?"
Yoongi made a desperate sound in the back of his throat, feeling tortured as he watched Taehyung and Jimin so naturally and in sync suck him off at the same time. He felt so much, so overwhelmed at all the sensations going through his body. His body felt so tense but he also felt like jelly, he felt hyper-aware of everything yet so detached from reality, like he was floating but nailed to the bed at the same time.
His body started to tremble, his thighs clenching and unclenching as he squirmed, choking on a wrecked sob. His orgasm tore through his body before he could even try and let them know that he was close, the corners of his vision slowly blurring.
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"Hyung, can you look at me?" He heard Taehyung speak to him gently from somewhere above him. Once again, he didn't know how long he had been floating between consciousness and the funny haziness in his head. It took him a few tries to fully focus on Taehyung who immediately smiled wide at the recognition in Yoongi's eyes. "Good, hyung, there we go."
"Do you want me to text your mom asking if you can just sleep here?" Jungkook asked from right beside him, making Yoongi aware of the fact that he was actually being held against his chest. He was also aware of the fuzzy blanket draped around the two of them.
"Jimin and I were already planning on staying over," Taehyung said as he continued to play with his hair, and Yoongi had a feeling he was just trying to keep him grounded in reality as his brain slowly cleared up. The thought made him feel warm inside. "We're gonna be sleeping in the guest room down the hall, so you'll be sleeping with Kookie if your mom says yes. Is that okay?"
Yoongi snorted, raising a brow in amusement. "Really?" he croaked out, his voice sounding embarrassingly wrecked.
Taehyung blushed faintly, giggling as he gently flicked Yoongi's nose. "Yes, really. Just because you said yes to sucking his dick doesn't mean that yes immediately carries over to sleeping in the same bed as him, hyung. You still have to ask."
"Well then, yes. I'm okay with sleeping in Kook's bed if he is," Yoongi said, turning his head to rest it on Jungkook's chest, enjoying his warmth and Tae's soothing touches. His brain already felt so much clearer, and he was actually able to focus on the world around him. "Where's Jimin?"
"He's downstairs kicking everyone out," Jungkook said as he typed away on Yoongi's phone,. Setting it down on the bed and turning back to him, he chuckled. "Okay, not kicking out, but kindly telling people to fuck off and go to bed."
"Why?" Yoongi furrowed his brows, looking between him and Tae.
"Because the music and everything was really loud and it could've been disorienting," Taehyung explained. "Also we didn't want anyone to come looking for us, or anything. So yeah, party's over."
Right then they heard the door click open, Jimin quickly appearing in Yoongi's field of vision. He smiled as soon as he saw him, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. "Hey, hyung. How're you feeling?"
"Less floaty but still a tiny bit fuzzy. Kinda feel like I'm shaking on the inside, but a lot better than five minutes ago."
Jimin hummed, handing him a glass of presumably orange juice. "Here, drink this. Your blood sugar might be a bit fucked, and this'll help."
"Your mom just texted back, hyung," Jungkook said as Taehyung helped Yoongi sit up so he could take the orange juice. "She said it's okay for you to stay over. Want me to grab you something to sleep in?"
Yoongi nodded, taking the glass in two hands and taking a big sip. "Please, I feel like I'm going to pass out."
" Pass out, pass out or fall asleep, pass out?" Jimin asked, concern clear in his eyes. It made Yoongi chuckle. He was their hyung, yet they were the ones taking care of him now. The irony made him laugh.
"Fall asleep, Jimin-ah, don't worry. I'm not going to faint."
"Just making sure," Jimin chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright, Kook'll get you something to sleep in, and Tae and I will head to bed. But we'll talk about all of this tomorrow morning after we're all well rested, alright?"
"Tomorrow morning," Yoongi repeated with a nod before taking another sip of his orange juice and setting it down on the bedside table.
"Good night, hyung," Taehyung said, kissing his cheek lightly. "Sleep tight."
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"So... we have a lot to talk about."
The four of them were sat in the living room, steaming mugs of coffee in hand and empty breakfast plates left temporarily forgotten on the coffee table. Jimin and Jungkook had taken the two armchairs opposite the couch where Taehyung had taken a seat with Yoongi. Yoongi had positioned himself in the corner of the couch to where he could face all three of them, a comfortable distance between him and Taehyung, who sat with cross legs on the other side of the couch.
It had been Jimin to speak up, glancing at Jungkook and Taehyung before focusing on Yoongi. "First off, we just wanted to be clear about something."
Fuck . Yoongi's brain immediately went to the worse-case scenario where they only saw him as a one night stand and wanted to go back to normal, or that they didn't want to be friends with him anymore because they only wanted to fuck around with him, that he had messed up somehow and they hated him now.
"I can see you overthinking, hyung," Taehyung spoke up. "Stop it."
"At least let us talk before you do," Jungkook said.
"Sorry, yeah." Yoongi cleared his throat, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his mug on them. "Go ahead."
Jimin looked nervous, which only managed to make Yoongi even more nervous. "Okay, first things first. We like you, hyung. All three of us do, and pretty much have for since you transferred."
Yoongi couldn't have been more shocked.
"Jungkook was crushing on you since before he even talked to you," Jimin continued, Jungkook blushing and shifting in embarrassment next to him. "Kept talking about how cute you were and everything, so we sat down to talk about it. We decided that if Jungkook wanted to do anything about his crush, he was free to do whatever as long as you were aware of his relationship with us. That's when he started talking to you.
But then Tae started talking about you out of nowhere, and I guess the two of us also started to like you a bit. Jungkook wouldn't shut up about you, so even though we didn't exactly know you, we kinda felt like we already did. Then we planned to come over for a tutoring session to get to know you. And it was only kind of planned that you'd walk in on the three of us making out."
"Kind of?" Yoongi asked, still in disbelief that they actually liked him back, at least to some extent.
"Jimin actually was just horny that day," Jungkook explained with a chuckle. "I told him that we didn't have that long before you showed up, and he said that he was counting on it. So yeah, we didn't plan it, but we also wanted you to see. Just to try and gauge your reaction, a bit."
"Well, if you wanted it to turn me on, you definitely succeeded," Yoongi admitted in a mumbled voice before taking a sip of his coffee, making them all smile.
"But basically, we do actually like you, hyung. What-" Jimin chewed on his lower lip, trying to figure out how to best word his next question. "It's okay if you feel completely different than we do, but we just wanted to let you know where we were."
"Wait, you-" Yoongi looked between the three of them with furrowed brows. "You don't know?"
"Know what?" Taehyung asked in a quiet voice.
"I've been crushing on the three of you for weeks now," it felt so good to finally get that off his chest. "You had to've known, I am the most panicked gay, I'm terrible at hiding how I feel."
"I mean we definitely hoped that you liked us back," Taehyung said looking a lot more relieved than he had a few seconds ago, a smile finding its way to his lips as he spoke. "We just thought that maybe you got flustered easily in general, I don't know."
"Well, I mean, that too. But yeah, I definitely like you guys back."
"Okay," Jimin said slowly, as he exhaled. "Then, next is what we're going to do about that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it was already complicated with just three people," Taehyung started to try and simplify their less than simple situation. "Cause like, Jungkook doesn't want to have anything official or labeled, and we're more than okay with that. He never wanted to be officially with anyone, and he made that pretty clear from the beginning. So where Jimin and I call each other our boyfriend, but if anyone asks Jungkook is just our friend, cause he is. We also just have sex sometimes on the side.
So you could have something like that, without any labels. Or you could date me and Jimin and we could be in an official poly relationship, and Jungkook would still be our 'friend' if that makes sense."
"It makes sense, yeah," Yoongi nodded as he made sense of it all, look focused on his lap. "I think- I think that for now we just have something unofficial. Just keep acting like we always did, but also maybe with random kisses sometimes. I think that's a good first step, and then if I want something official with you and Jimin, we talk about it then. But for now, baby steps."
"Baby steps," Tae repeated, smiling wide as he nodded. "That's perfect, hyung."
"Just let us know if you ever want something different, 'kay hyung?" Jimin said, looking at Yoongi seriously, who nodded in agreement. "Alright, now for the serious conversation."
"Oh, now we're going to have a serious conversation?" Yoongi asked, eyes widening a bit. He had figured that that was all they had to talk about, and now didn't even know what to expect.
"Okay, another serious conversation," Jimin said with an amused scoff. "A more serious conversation, I guess."
"Okay..." Yoongi said, tightening his grip on his coffee mug and nibbling on her lower lip. He had been able to somewhat prepare himself for the first conversation because he knew what it was going to be. Now, however, he was flying blind and didn't know what he was bracing himself for.
"Have you...Have you gone into subspace before last night, hyung?" Jimin asked, and Yoongi could feel three pairs of eyes boring into him.
Ah. This kind of serious .
"I-" Yoongi didn't really know how to begin. "It might have happened maybe twice before, so not that often, but yeah. Yeah, it's happened before."
"Ah," Jimin breathed out, nodding slowly and formulating his next words carefully. "It would've been better if you'd let us know that it was a possibility, hyung. You got lucky because Taehyung goes into subspace too, and I've done all my research to know how to properly take care of him when he's in his headspace. I've also gone over all of it with Jungkook, but if we were anybody else--or were any less informed--that could have been really dangerous for you, hyung."
Yoongi felt like he was being scolded, guilt gripping his chest and making him curl in on himself. He had been so overwhelmed and nervous the previous night that the possibility of him going into subspace hadn't even crossed his mind. He had completely brushed it off as a concern and hadn't thought of the implications that could have had until just now.
What made him feel worse was how right Jimin was. The first time he went into subspace he had a really bad drop, and the second time was only slightly better. Last night had been the first good drop he'd had, making it even stupider that he hadn't though; had been too horny to think about his own damn well being. He couldn't even bring himself to be annoyed at Jimin for speaking to him--his hyung--like that because he was speaking out of a place of genuine concern.
"Fuck, you're so right," Yoongi spoke to his lap, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shaking his head, looking back up at them. "So much was going through my head, I hadn't even thought about it. I was just fucking stupid, 'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, hyung," Jungkook spoke to him softly, a gentle, fond look in his eyes that made Yoongi's heart flutter more than he cared to admit.
"Yeah," Jimin agreed. "We just know to expect it now, so don't beat yourself up over it or anything, we were all pretty excited last night."
Yoongi felt the warmth on his cheeks, turning to look at each of them. "But seriously though, thanks for taking care of me after I dropped last night. That was kind of- my other subdrops weren't that good, so yeah. Just thank you for all of that."
Taehyung scooted over, taking Yoongi's mug out of his hands and setting it on the coffee table so he could nuzzle up next to him as close as he wanted. "You're welcome, hyung," he whispered, tilting his head up to kiss his chin lightly, making Yoongi smile wide.
"You really don't have to thank us," Jimin said, though his blush told Yoongi how much he appreciated it. "But you're welcome anyway."
There were a few beats of comfortable silence where the four of them went over the conversation in their heads, marinating in everything that had happened from last night to this moment. The silence was broken, however, by Jungkook.
"So… anybody wanna play Minecraft?”