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Jungkook could say that he was content with his life.
Taking an art major, he finally graduated from his university with a major in Liberal Arts Design and Dance Symbolism, as well as a minor in Computer Science and Mathematics, by the wishes of his supportive parents. Art majors don't have much after college, so he was ready to start his career at twenty, having skipped two years.
He wasn't famous per se, but any piece of his definitely sold for quite a bit. ("It's beautiful, I don't know why you put yourself down so much." Namjoon compliments. "It's alright. My next one will be better." Namjoon frowned at his words, but Taehyung only cleared his throat, loud and unnecessary to attract their attention. "It's because he's not Vincent Van Gogh." "Fuck off hyung." "You can try, but you can't undermine the importance of-" "Say that dead creep's name one more time, and I'll dig his body up from his grave and force the depressed fucker to kiss my-" "Dinner's ready children!" Seokjin cut in, throwing a pointed look at Namjoon who only held his hands up in surrender. Don't get him wrong, Jungkook did respect Van Gogh, but Taehyung's obsession with the man was getting a little irritating. Four years and he's about ready to throw hands.)
Namjoon was a constant buyer of his pieces, setting them up for auction when his husband's bank would start selling some collaterals. He would always give Jungkook the full profit, regardless of the latter's protests. It was through Namjoon that Jungkook finally got more friends apart from his noisy roommate from back in college, Taehyung. Seokjin was the oldest, but in terms of maturity he tied (maybe won by a little bit) with Jungkook. His food was a clear betrayal by Namjoon, who had been hogging it up for himself until Jungkook found out.
As well as Seokjin, Jungkook also met Jimin, another dancer with innate talents, although still on his last year of college. ("Call me hyung!" Jimin whined, his pouty lips set downwards as he frowned at Jungkook. "But why? I'm clearly two years ahead of you. Respect the elderly, Jimin.") Together, he figured life was good.
Nobody ever really knew whether Jimin and Taehyung were dating, because anytime they asked the answer was still rather hazy. ("No, of course no- baby, could you pass me the salt? Yeah, anyway-") But then, it happened.
"We're dating!" Taehyung announced abruptly at the dinner table. Namjoon raised an eyebrow, while Seokjin choked on his orange juice. "How long?" He seethed, the orange juice dripping down his chin. Taehyung coughed, putting down his fork and glancing at Jimin. "I thought we agreed to say this together, after dinner, Tae." Seokjin cooed at the name. Jimin flashed an unsure smile. "I couldn't hold it in. I was just kind of excited, that's all." Taehyung grinned, trailing some kisses from the bottom of Jimin's chin to the top of his jaw, resulting in Seokjin elbowing Namjoon.
Confused, Namjoon moved to Seokjin's chin and tried to kiss him the same way, but ended up slurping the orange juice off his chin.
Namjoon's face scrunched up at the sour taste, and they had a moment of eye contact before Seokjin's shoulders started shaking, the broken rubber duck noise starting, his body losing against gravity and falling to the side, towards Jungkook.
Wrong way.
Jungkook didn't bother to catch him, because Namjoon already shot forward and caught him, setting him upright multiple times but giving up and letting Seokjin hang off of him, eventually cracking a smile and looking at the dinner cloth embarrassed.
"I love you." Seokjin murmured, pressing a kiss to Namjoon's dimple.
"They're stealing our spotlight." Jimin murmured, Taehyung nodding. Both of them simultaneously turned to each other, Jimin cupping Taehyung's chin, and Jungkook watched with wide eyes as they began to make out. Seokjin banged his empty orange juice cup on the table. "Not in front of my salad!"
(Oddly enough, there actually was an salad, that nobody except Jungkook touched. And that too, was because Jungkook liked the croutons.)
Don't get him wrong, Jungkook was happy for his hyungs. It wasn't even news that the two were dating, they already slept in the same bed, cuddled, and probably fucked too.
But looking at his now-two-pairs of hyungs, he realized just how lonely he was. It wasn't that he never got offers, no, back in college, he'd get hit on and asked out every week. But- they all mistook him for something he wasn't. They looked at his muscles and decided they knew his 'type'. Which is why part of the reason why he's still never had a proper climax with another human being.
Jerk off? Yes, plenty of times. He doesn't plan on being a monk, he lives out his sexual desires in the confines of his apartment on the bed, in complete loneliness.
He still remembers the first time, when he was drunk enough to give in to an offer. Except the other had only got up and left when they realized Jungkook bottomed. Not only that, an unexperienced bottom. He didn't know any of his own kinks, hell, he probably couldn't name any kinks.
Actually, scratch that. He's made the mistake of eavesdropping on one of Taehyung's conversations. He could describe some kink(y) concepts. Maybe not name them, but he's got the point of it down. He wishes he didn't.
Jungkook's given up on love, period. He's had two boyfriends, and while neither of them explicitly told him that they left him for sex, their relationship was going swell until two months in when they realized the hot, muscular guy they were dating liked to be pinned down. It took about a week after when they said they 'couldn't do it'. For his first partner, he told him that he had 'figured out Jungkook's character wrong', while the second one said something similar.
Jungkook's pretty sure two bottoms can still have sex, if Taehyung's phone calls are anything to go by. He's not an eavesdropper, Taehyung is just unnecessarily loud. If Jungkook had phone calls where he'd be discussing kinks and sex, he would be the opposite of loud. (Jungkook's pretty sure that Taehyung wanted him to hear. The thought isn't particularly comforting.)
It's not that Jungkook's never even tried being a top. He likes to try new things every once in a while.
But the one time he acted like how he wished someone would act towards him, not only did he feel empty from the moment he started it, the other, Minjae, actually paused once they saw his dick. "I thought you'd be bigger. What is this, a five inches? Maybe six?" Minjae had apologized later (something for which Jungkook gives him kudos for because no one else did that, and they said even ruder things), they got coffee together and called it friends (no benefits, not including the coupons they share with each other).
("I'm so sorry for what I said," Minjae apologizes. "I was just kind of...disappointed." Right, good start to an apology. Minjae only continues. "I just figured what with how buff you are, you'd be a little more hung. Or maybe it's just because I'm spoiled from my last boyfriend. He was the definition of 'soft on the streets but a monster in the sheets'."
Jungkook grimaces, but only shakes his head. "I'm not a top. Or a dom. Just figured, why not give it a go if everyone thinks I am." Minjae massages his shoulder. "From a bottom to a bottom, if you wear bigger clothes you look cuter and smaller and attract the right kind of guys." Jungkook gave a weak smile. "I- Honestly, I think I'm done trying.")
After that point, when he went anywhere for a drink, he called out 'I'm a bottom' before the person could even pull out their wallet to offer him a drink. After the third time, the bartenders ended up doing it for him to save him the grief. Thank the world for bartenders.
So no, Jungkook couldn't be a dom either because he apparently didn't have the 'satisfactory requirements'. He was sure the internet said five inches was the average size. Figures it's his fault for trusting the internet.
But now that Taehyung and Jimin are dating, maybe it's sparked something in him too. Not an excitement to try dating, but a dread to what might happen if he doesn't. He doesn't want to be the fifth wheel, and although Jimin and Taehyung assured him he wasn't, it didn't help that they did it while making out on the couch right next to Jungkook.
They had started out with Taehyung, Jimin in the middle, and Jungkook, on the couch. "I'm cold." Namjoon complained, even though he was sitting on Seokjin's lap, Seokjin's arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry." Seokjin muttered, clearly not offended but confused. Namjoon rolled his eyes, leaning back. "Mind giving us a blanket, Jungkook? I might just fall asleep here." Jungkook rolled his eyes, getting one from the closet and then throwing it at them, rolling his eyes when Namjoon unfolded it and threw it over the two of them completely, so it looked like one big fat ghost with a huge lump on the side of his head.
When Seokjin's protests were cut off suddenly, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on under there.
His two hyungs were making out under a blanket, under the pretense of sleeping. Creative fuckers.
Jungkook was just sitting there, enjoying the movie, but then Jimin shifted himself onto Taehyung's lap, slowly turned around - and while Jungkook tried to avoid watching this out of the corner of his eyes - they began making out, Taehyung's hands drifting to Jimin's ass and Jimin's legs moving to curl around Taehyung's waist.
Jimin was a noisy person, so the few noises that escaped were inevitable, but Jungkook had to give to Taehyung, he seriously knew how to keep Jimin quiet when need be.
Seokjin and Namjoon were completely silent, hell, they weren't even moving under the blankets they draped over themselves. You would've thought they really were asleep, maybe having fallen asleep after all, but Jungkook knew better. They were moving, but the blanket was stretched so you couldn't see it.
Jimin's hand moved onto Jungkook's thigh, and he jolted, looking at the two of them with confusion. Their hair was messed, heavy breathing covered up by the movie (Jungkook can't remember what's going on anymore) as they smile at him. "You wanna join us?" Jungkook takes a second to realize they're inviting him to a threesome, and for a second, for a split second, he wants to cry out loud and say yes, a million times over. But he...he didn't really want that. Taehyung was his friend, and he honestly never saw Taehyung as anything but.
"Nah, I'm good. Keep it down though." He says, shrinking away from Taehyung's hand ruffling his hair. "You aren't a fifth wheel 'Guk." Jimin tells him, leaving with Taehyung.
Jungkook repeats the words over and over again in his head.
How?