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“—ah, can I try it again?” Jeongguk smiles sheepishly.
“Of course,” their producer nods. “Try it a little lighter, maybe? It feels like too much if you sing it like that.”
“Ah, got it,” Jeongguk says, inching closer to the microphone. He tries again, this time earning a satisfied thumbs-up. They’ve been recording for almost an hour now; Jeongguk has always been insistent on ad-libs, to make the song better and better, and this time is no exception.
My Time is a song that’s special, too, so he wants to make it even more jaw-dropping. It’s his lyrics, his emotions converted into a song. Sleep Deez and he worked on this, and he’s beyond satisfied with the result - it’s just, it’s him. It means more, because it isn’t about a tacky love story or something similarly usual - it’s Jeongguk’s life up till now, reflecting the things he’s experienced between the lines, curtly, giving their fans a sense of insight into his mind.
Two knocks on the door interrupt him in the middle of another idea. The door slides open, revealing Jimin in all his fluffy glory, wearing one of Jeongguk’s oversized hoodies, messy hair poking out from beneath the hood.
“Hello, PD-nim, Jeonggukie.” He waves, stepping into the studio. “Are you still not done?” He chuckles, quick to make his way to Jeongguk, hugging him from the back.
“No, I think we’ll stop here,” their producer says. “Good work today, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk sighs, a little disappointed. “Yeah, thank you. Good work,” he nods.
“As for you, Jimin, we have three songs today. How's your throat?”
"It's better now, thank you." Jimin steps back as Jeongguk stands up from the chair, preparing to leave. He purses his lips, no longer wanting to be in the studio, because—well, you see.
“Oh, PD-nim, did Taehyungie leave a message for me again?” Jimin giggles.
Yeah. About that.
Jeongguk’s eyes are glued to the floor as he walks over to the door. He bows a little one last time, saying goodbye to their producer and then he’s out the door, ignoring Jimin’s voice calling his name.
So, here’s the thing.
Jeongguk has two boyfriends. Two loving, caring boyfriends, who he’d give up the world for. Jimin and Taehyung. It wasn’t until a few years of his hyungs being a couple that Jeongguk joined the relationship, and, well. It wasn’t easy, to say the least.
Things like this start with doubt. How can he fall in love with two people? Who are literally dating?
Yeah, those kind of things. He’s sure it wasn’t any easier for Taehyung or Jimin, having a boyfriend and catching feelings for someone else, but still. Jeongguk feels like things are a little more difficult in his case. He’s not being selfish, and he’s not asking for attention, either, it’s just that - these two were a couple before him. They were fine before him. Even if he knows on his better days not to believe these sort of thoughts; he was the second choice, for both of them. Because Jimin had Taehyung first, and Taehyung had Jimin first. And while Jeongguk had Jimin and Taehyung first, they both had Jeongguk second.
And that’s—well, that’s fine. That’s a part of being in a polyamory relationship, especially if one comes to terms with their feelings while already dating someone. None of them felt like it was normal at first, to like two people at once. Not knowing these kind of things leads to getting off to a rocky start.
After their honeymoon phase, they learnt that first-hand. That polyamory relationships need expertise on how to treat each other properly, the subject of communication and the like. It isn’t easy, when one has to learn it by themselves - which is the case here. So, no. Definitely not a piece of cake.
But with time, things got better. The arguments, the jealousy, the insecurities - they learnt to stop burying them and started plucking them out instead. Because these things are some nasty weeds that they can’t let grow if they want to be happy together.
Things got better. They learnt how to work things out, how to put their thoughts into words. The three of them, they love each other, heart and soul. Unconditionally, equally—
Or at least, that’s what Jeongguk thought until now.
But.
He’s not trying to doubt his boyfriends’ affection or words. He’s not accusing anyone of anything.
But.
So he’s sitting there, barbecue sauce on his titties, completely happy in his relationship when Jimin barges into the studio with a new song.
Friends.
Jeongguk doesn’t mean to be rude, but what the actual fuck.
His feelings aren’t completely unreasonable, right? There has to be some sense in getting insecure when his boyfriends make a fucking song about being fucking soulmates, right? He’s not being clingy or needy when he feels left out because his boyfriends made something as big as a fucking song, without Jeongguk, right?
What kind of bullshit is that?
It’s a good song. It’s a fucking masterpiece, alright. The melody is catchy, the lyrics will make their fans cry, their voices are as beautiful as ever. It’s not a bad song. Jeongguk will give them that.
But Jeongguk hates it.
Would it be for anyone else, he’d hype the shit out of his hyungs to make something like this. About friendship between two members (—because Jimin and Taehyung obviously can’t sing about anything more than friendship if they want to avoid scandals), describing their bond, mentioning a few memorable fights that they can smile upon now.
But in this case, Jeongguk fucking loathes that song.
That makes at least some sense, right?
Every time it’s so much as mentioned, Jeongguk wants to cry. It makes him feel small, and not in the good way, no. In the worst possible way, rather. Because it feels like some sort of message that he’s supposed to get; go away, get out, we don’t need you, we’re happy with each other, without you.
...Yeah.
It’s been weeks since he first got to know about it. It was obvious that Jimin and Taehyung were reluctant to tell him, because of course, it’s not nice to make a song with your boyfriend while leaving out the other.
Or maybe, they didn't want him to know because they just don’t want to hurt Jeongguk by telling him how they truly feel.
Maybe they’re dating him out of pity. Maybe Jeongguk wasn’t meant to actually take them seriously. Maybe it was meant to be a joke, that Jeongguk was too hopeful to laugh at, and Jimin and Taehyung just went with it because they’re too nice to hurt their precious little maknae.
Yeah, maybe.
Of course, lately, Jeongguk has been showered in attention and praises, everything. Always in the middle when the three of them cuddled, always the first one to get a kiss, always the cute little baby, always right - never wrong, never bad, never left alone.
He gets it. Jimin and Taehyung have a conscience. Jeongguk gets it.
☆
Jeongguk’s eyes are fixed on his reflection in the wall-length mirror, but then he hears a giggle. The instructions he’s being given for his solo part in the choreography filter into the background as his gaze wanders to Jimin’s reflection in the mirror.
He’s clinging to Taehyung, throwing himself on his boyfriend while he laughs uncontrollably at something dumb Seokjin must have said.
“Okay, stop,” Sungdeok calls. Jeongguk snaps out of it, ducking his head in embarrassment. He’s got distracted again.
“What’s up with you today, Jeongguk?” Sungdeok asks, a little frustrated. Jeongguk has been making mistakes all practice; missing the beat, one step too slow, doing the wrong move. He’s tense all over, back straight as fuck. His hips are stiff, his legs tripping on air and his arms rest awkwardly beside his torso, clumsily imitating something barely resembling their choreo.
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry, I’ll get it this time.”
Sungdeok shakes his head. “We still have plenty of time until your comeback, don’t worry so much. Is that why you’re so stiff today?”
Jeongguk bites his lip. Sungdeok has always been stern yet understanding. He’s giving Jeongguk an obvious out, allowing him to get away from the situation.
“Um, a little?” Jeongguk awkwardly replies, voice cracking. “There’s just a lot of things on my mind right now, sorry. I’ll try to focus better.”
“No such thing,” Sungdeok waves him off. “Go and take a break, I’ll teach Hoseok his solo part in the dance break. Cool off a little, okay? If you’re good to go, we can try again by the end of practice.”
Fucking great. Jeongguk could shoot himself in the balls, at this point. That'd be pretty much the same. He thought he could get home early today, but it seems like he’s too fucking stupid to let himself relax a little more for once.
“Okay,” he nods, embarrassed. He scurries away from their dance teacher, throwing himself on the nearest couch. He sinks into the cushions, sighing in frustration, fishing his phone out of his pocket to busy himself with something.
Namjoon, kind and caring Namjoon, plops down next to him. Jeongguk sees him rub his hands together, not knowing what to do with them.
He doesn’t say anything at first. That’s not how they work.
All seven of them lived together long enough to know how to handle each other. Their mood swings, their tantrums, everything. And Namjoon’s method is to always wait a little, as if he’s afraid of pressuring them into talking. He always lets them talk first if they want to, or he eventually asks what’s wrong, but there’s always a pause before the silence breaks. Namjoon is always so patient with them. Jeongguk couldn’t ask for better friends.
He decides to speak up first, locking his phone. “What’s up, hyungie?”
Namjoon looks at him, a gentle smile adorning his lips. “Nothing much, bun,” he shrugs. “You seem a little out of it. You okay?”
Jeongguk licks his lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
“Bullshit,” Yoongi blurts. Jeongguk turns around to see him resting on the back of the couch, arms crossed. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, hyung,” Jeongguk sighs, secretly really happy that he has one more person to immediately approach him when he’s in a bad mood. “It’s probably just the stress from our comeback.”
“As if we don’t know you, Guk,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, lips a little pouty.
“Yeah, you haven’t freaked out about a comeback ever since Run,” Namjoon points out. “There’s gotta be something else.”
Jeongguk smiles. Yeah, okay, so they know him better than Jeongguk knows himself. That’s their group for you. He’s spent almost a decade with these guys, strengthening their bond. There’s probably nothing he could get past them.
Jeongguk glances at his boyfriends, still wrapped around each other, talking with a group of background dancers. “Okay, you got me,” he admits. “I’m. Um.”
Yoongi follows his line of sight, realisation downing on him. “Did you three have a fight or something?”
“No, it’s not that,” Jeongguk shakes his head. “It’s, um. Kind of dumb.”
Namjoon narrows his eyes. “Wait.” His lips part slightly. “Is it Friends?”
Jeongguk winces. Namjoon’s IQ of 148 never fails him, huh.
“Yeah,” he admits, hand running through his hair.
“Ah,” Yoongi says in understanding. “That.”
Jeongguk grimaces. “I mean. They’re both really sweet, especially nowadays. But it’s—it’s kind of weird, right? To do something like that without, um. Without me? Right?”
“Yes,” Namjoon nods. “That’s understandable.”
“I thought it was weird, too,” Yoongi admits. “And I didn’t know if you weren’t talking about it because it wasn’t supposed to be a big thing or if you were just doing your emotionally constipated shit.”
“Kiss my ass, hyung,” Jeongguk snorts. “I’m not emotionally constipated. I mean. I got better at it.”
“You did,” Yoongi agrees, smiling softly. “That’s true. You did. But you were having bad thoughts about it and we didn’t hear a peep outta you, so.”
Jeongguk sighs. “Doesn’t it make me clingy?” He fiddles with his fingers. “We sang about love ever since our debut and I had no clue what it meant back then. I can't know if this is the same or not. Even though it probably isn't.”
“That we did,” Namjoon hums. “But Friends has meaning, doesn’t it?”
Jeongguk pouts. “Yeah.”
“I think they held back with the lyrics, too,” Yoongi huffs. “Friends barely describes what these two have going on.”
“Hyung,” Namjoon glares at him. “Not helping.”
Yoongi shuts his mouth. “Shit, yeah, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jeongguk weakly says. “It’s not like you’re wrong.”
“Ah, baby.” Yoongi’s voice sounds sad. “I’m sure they had no intention of hurting you. Talk to them, okay? Communication is key, after all.”
“Wow, hyung.” Namjoon looks up at Yoongi. “You matured well.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You’re a brat, Namie.”
Jeongguk smiles half-heartedly at the two.
Namjoon turns back to him. “Chin up, Guk,” he tells him. “Don’t overthink it, okay? I’m sure they didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
“Yeah, hyung,” Jeongguk nods. “You’re right.”
Is he?
After a couple hours, Jeongguk can barely lift a limb. He’s the last member in the practice room, only background dancers and staff staying behind. He’s learnt the choreography considerably faster without Taehyung and Jimin in the room.
“That’s the Jeongguk I know,” Sungdeok praises. “Good job today. Go home and rest, don’t overwork yourself, okay?”
Jeongguk sighs in relief, giving their choreographer a tired smile. “Thanks, hyung. You too. Good work.”
Sungdeok smiles, finally dismissing him.
Jeongguk walks over to the same couch he sat on with Namjoon and Yoongi a few hours ago. He picks up his phone, grimacing when his lock screen flashes him a derisive 21:14. It’s not the latest he's ever done, especially not before a comeback, but Jeongguk is exhausted.
He collects his stuff, putting on his puffy coat. He says goodbye to everyone, bowing a few times, mind already far, far away. He sighs dreamily, longing for a hot bath with one of his favourite bath bombs, knowing he’s too lazy to do all that. He’s brooding, oscillating between Howl’s Moving Castle and Kimi No Na Wa. It’s been a while since he watched either. He’s not even sure if he’ll ask his boyfriends to watch it with him. Maybe he’ll just sleep in his room tonight, accompanied with wine and some snacks. Just chilling, relaxing. He knows he’ll be tired in the morning if he stays up, but really, he needs his brain to stop working for a little.
He hums one of their new songs under his breath as he walks through the corridors, the familiar walls of their company staring back at him.
Maybe this is what he needs. Some alone time. Without anyone else. Just him.
Jeongguk has always found a certain comfort in silence. He likes his own company, just getting a break from people when his social battery dies out. (Being an idol has that side effect.)
He exits the building, knowing already that there’s a black car waiting for him to take him home.
He gets into the vehicle, pleasantly surprised when he’s met with Sejin. Sejin is their main manager, he spends the most time with the group. He’s the closest to all of them - well, maybe Seokjin and Hoseok a little closer to Hobeom, too, because they’ve always been overly friendly and playful. But still. Sejin is nice. Jeongguk likes him.
“How was practice, Jeongguk-ah?” Sejin asks kindly, glancing at Jeongguk from the rearview mirror.
“Long,” Jeongguk says honestly. “As usual.”
Sejin hums. “Lucky for you, I cleared up your schedule for tomorrow.”
“What?” Jeongguk asks, bewildered. “Why?”
“A little birdie told me you’re a bit stressed,” Sejin says. “Yoongi offered to switch with you for that magazine interview. He was supposed to go the day after tomorrow.”
Jeongguk smiles, shaking his head. “Ah, seriously, this hyung.”
“Namjoon, too,” Sejin laughs. “You have great hyungs, Jeonggukie.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jeongguk huffs. “Thank you, hyung.”
“No problem,” Sejin shrugs while he changes lanes. “At the end of the day, your health always comes first.”
Jeongguk grins. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks again, hyung.”
Looking back at teenager Jeongguk, shy and cold and so, so fascinated by Namjoon at this small company called BigHit - he made the right choice.
☆
Fast forward a couple weeks, Jeongguk still hasn’t talked to his boyfriends about that.
“Rise and shine, peaches,” is the first thing he hears when Jeongguk stirs. Taehyung noses at his neck, pressing gentle kisses against his skin, voice raspy like it always is when he wakes up.
Jeongguk grunts, turning away from Taehyung. He’s met with Jimin looking at him on the other side, and he groans, pushing his older boyfriend away when he tries to kiss him.
“Gukkie…?”
Jeongguk groans, sitting up. Taehyung’s arm around his waist makes it difficult not to fall back into the bed, but Jeongguk is stronger. He grabs Taehyung’s wrist and peels his limb off himself, running his hands through his locks to fix his messy bed hair.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Taehyung asks, voice still husky. He paws at Jeongguk’s hips, trying to get him to lay back down.
“Wanted to kiss you awake,” Jimin mumbles sulkily.
“I literally just woke up, can you two just stop being so clingy?” Jeongguk snaps, looking over his shoulder to throw a look at his boyfriends. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he spits, getting off the bed. Taehyung and Jimin stare at him, wide-eyed. Jeongguk ignores them, stepping over to the bedside table to grab his phone, and then he’s rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind himself.
There’s a few seconds of silence filling the room. And then;
“Damn,” Taehyung mutters.
Jimin’s lips curve downward. “Yeah,” he breathes.
“Oh, baby,” Taehyung immediately notices something is wrong. “C’mon, love, he didn’t mean that. He’s just grumpy, okay?” He pulls Jimin into his arms, wrapping himself around Jimin’s significantly smaller form.
Jimin sniffles, nodding into his chest.
“Aw, baby,” Taehyung sighs, tightening his arms around his boyfriend. “Don’t cry. Jeonggukie didn’t mean it. I’m sure.”
He’s right. Jeongguk didn’t.
Still, he stays with the hyung line for the day. The main event of today’s schedule is the recording - they’re simply doing a choreography video of ON, with the foreign team of background dancers, but it's still exhausting.
It goes well, though, to say the least. Hoseok and Seokjin are extra lively today, probably sensing that something is wrong and trying to cheer Jeongguk up. A softer I love you slips out of Yoongi, too, making Jeongguk beam and tease him. Namjoon also helps in his own way - gives Jeongguk some hugs, wraps an arm around his shoulder when he can. Their leader isn’t a generally affectionate person, so Jeongguk glows at the attention, enjoying his day with his hyungs.
Ignoring his boyfriends’ sulky looks.
In the evening, Jimin and Taehyung decide that enough is enough.
Jeongguk rumbles through his suitcase, stopping when he finally finds his necessity bag and his pyjamas. That’s when Jimin speaks up.
“What are you doing?”
“‘m sleeping with Hobi hyung,” Jeongguk says casually. “He said he’ll watch Ponyo with me.” He stands up, turning to the door. Taehyung steps in front of him, arms crossed.
“And why is that?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “Because we both like Ponyo? Plus Hobi hyung smells nice.”
Taehyung raises a brow. “Yeah, how about no?” He says, grabbing Jeongguk’s elbow and yanking him onto the bed.
“What the fuck, Tae,” Jeongguk glares. “I sleep wherever I want,” he hisses, about to stand up but Taehyung puts a hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. (He’s always been easier to rile up, to piss off - Jimin is the gentle one.)
“You sleep wherever you want,” Taehyung confirms, nodding. “After you talk to us.”
Jeongguk stares at him. “No.”
Taehyung holds the eye contact, not backing down. His lips pull into a subtle, cruel smirk. “Jimin-ah, tie him up.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen.
"Tae, are you sur—"
"Do it."
Jimin sighs, getting off the bed, obediently following Taehyung’s order for once.
If Taehyung’s plan is to fuck Jeongguk into behaving, Jeongguk is not impressed.
“I’m not letting you fucking fuck me, Taehyung,” Jeongguk hisses, watching Jimin from the corner of his eye, heart dropping when his boyfriend takes their leather handcuffs out of Taehyung’s suitcase, walking over to the bed and sitting down behind Jeongguk.
“Who says you deserve to be fucked?” Taehyung counters. Jeongguk rips his hand out of Jimin’s hold, but then Taehyung kneels into his crotch (somewhat carefully though, because he's not a complete asshole). Jeongguk falls forward, yelping in pain. Jimin grabs the chance and tugs Jeongguk’s hands behind his back, putting the cuffs on and fastening it with experted fingers.
“Jimin-ah, untie me,” Jeongguk warns.
“So what, you can run away again?” Jimin asks. Jeongguk clenches his jaw. “Come on, baby. We don’t wanna do anything you don’t want to, but you have to talk to us first,” he murmurs, kissing Jeongguk behind his ear apologetically.
“This is your idea of getting me to talk?” Jeongguk spits.
Taehyung sighs, sitting down on the bed, turning Jeongguk with himself so they form a small circle. “I’m sorry for making Jiminie tie you up,” he apologises. “But you have to tell us what’s wrong, okay? You know we need to communicate.”
“Untie me first.”
Jimin lets out a soft sigh. “Baby.”
Jeongguk glares at him. “If you want me to talk, untie me. Rough sex is literally not the solution, like, ever.”
“First, no one said anything about sex. Second, if we let you go, you’re gonna leave,” Taehyung says darkly.
“So you’d rather take me against my will.”
Taehyung winces. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Don’t say it like that?” Jeongguk raises his voice. “It’s what you’re doing! Tying me up just because I didn’t talk to you for one day is fucked up.”
Jimin grimaces, shooting Taehyung a look. “He’s right, Taetae.”
Taehyung looks down at his hands. He nods softly, and Jimin sighs, shuffling a little to take off the cuffs.
“That’s better,” Jeongguk grunts, tone a little too hostile. He rubs his wrists, getting off the bed. “Next time you wanna pull shit like this, drug me first. That way I won’t resist, right?” He spits, picking up stuff.
“Gukkie,” Jimin tries.
Jeongguk glares at him, shutting him up. “Have a good fucking night, Jimin.” He rips the door open, slamming it shut behind himself, exiting their shared room.
Taehyung lets out a breathy cry, his low voice etching into a higher pitch.
“Baby,” Jimin sighs, reaching out for his boyfriend. He pulls Taehyung into himself, rubbing his back soothingly.
“H-he’s right,” Taehyung sniffles, angrily wiping away his tears. “I-I shouldn’t have done that. That was so fucked up.”
“Ssh, hey, hey, breathe,” Jimin lowers his voice into that comforting level. “You didn't do it all by yourself. We’ll apologise to him, okay? It wasn’t the best course of action, yeah, but you realised that right away, too. You were acting on impulse, baby.”
“Don’t make excuses for me,” Taehyung laughs weakly. “That was the shittiest thing I could’ve done. He’s right. He’s allowed to talk to the others more. I missed him today, but that doesn’t justify trying to force him into staying.”
“If you know that, then it’s gonna be okay,” Jimin hushes him. “Jeonggukie will forgive you, baby. Nothing serious happened, okay? It’s gonna be alright. I promise.”
☆
The next morning, they meet in the lobby, waiting for their cars to arrive.
Taehyung looks like he got no sleep at all, circles sitting under his eyes, hair a mess like he couldn’t care less about organising it a little. His face is swollen, too, and his pinky is linked with Jimin’s. It’s subtle enough so no one really notices but them.
Jeongguk can practically feel his eyes on him when he finally arrives as last, but when Jeongguk turns his way, Taehyung looks down at the ground.
Jeongguk sighs, walking behind him and putting a gentle hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. He guides his boyfriend to face him, pulling him into a hug, holding him close. Taehyung is trembling in his arms, planting seeds of worry in Jeongguk’s chest, letting them grow.
“Tae,” Jeongguk softly whispers, locking eyes with Jimin. His boyfriend watches them, a sad smile gracing his lips at the sight of the two.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung sniffles. “I’m sorry.”
Jeongguk tightens his hold around Taehyung’s weak form. “I know, Tae,” he says. “It’s okay. I’m not mad anymore.”
Taehyung shakes his head, face still buried in Jeongguk’s warmth. He repeats the same two words over and over again, apologising endlessly until it’s time for them to go.
Jeongguk asks him to take the same car as him, pulling Jimin along, who also keeps on murmuring quiet sorrys.
He doesn’t tell them what’s been sitting heavy in his chest, not yet. Last night hasn’t been magically erased, but Jeongguk isn't mad anymore. He holds hands with Taehyung the whole time, offering him a shoulder to lean on. Last night was bad, sure, but they’re boyfriends. They love each other. It will take a few days, even weeks if it’s bad enough, but it will be okay. They will forget the hard feelings and look back upon this while laughing at how dumb it all was. In a little time, they will.
☆
Jeongguk comes with a loud moan, hugging Jimin to his chest. Jimin licks into his mouth, wincing in overstimulation, having already reached his orgasm. He swiftly gets off Jeongguk’s dick, groaning when he’s left empty.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, looking down at Jeongguk.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk agrees, floating. “Love you so much, hyung.”
Jimin chuckles, kissing the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth. “I know. I have the best ass in the world.”
“Not gonna argue with that,” Jeongguk sighs, pulling Jimin down on the bed next to himself. “It’s killer.”
“Just like my dick,” Jimin hums. “Really, I’m the whole fucking package. Amazing on both ends.”
“Praise slut,” Jeongguk comments, sighing happily, sated.
“You signed up for this,” Jimin chuckles, kissing Jeongguk’s nose.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk dismisses him. “You have a nice dick, too. Happy?”
“Very,” Jimin laughs. “I mean, just take Taehyungie. He’s hung as fuck, but your ass is way better than his.”
The door opens in the middle of Jimin’s sentence, a freshly showered Taehyung stepping in, his robe loose enough to reveal golden skin, collarbones making an appearance. “Don’t talk shit about me behind my back, Park.” He rolls his eyes, looking at the two. “You couldn’t wait two minutes?”
“You were taking forever,” Jimin laughs. “Two minutes is far from it.”
“Whatever,” Taehyung huffs. “You’re feeling better, peaches?”
“I told you I was fine, Tae,” Jeongguk sighs. Taehyung purses his lips. Jimin tenses beside him.
Oh, yeah. They still haven’t really talked about that.
“Baby…” Jimin is the first one to try, as always. “You know you can tell us anything, right?”
Jeongguk watches Taehyung move to sit down on the edge of the bed, not looking at them.
“‘s nothing. It’s dumb.”
Jimin pushes himself up on his elbow, cupping Jeongguk’s face, shaking his head. “It’s not dumb, honey. Whatever you feel is valid, no matter how infinitesimal it might seem to you.”
Infinitesimal, my ass. Jeongguk is literally having nightmares about Jimin and Taehyung breaking up with him.
“You don’t need to...hide stuff from us, you know?” Taehyung gently probes.
Jeongguk purses his lips, then softly nods. He’s dragged it out long enough.
“It’s your song,” he blurts.
Taehyung freezes, slowly turning to look at Jeongguk. “O-our song?”
Jeongguk sits up, Jimin following. “Yeah. Friends.”
“Oh.”
Yeah. Oh.
Jimin sighs, looking pained. “I’m sorry, love. It came out weird, I know that. We didn’t want to hurt you with it, or anything, okay? We just—we didn’t know how to make sure you don’t get it the wrong way.”
“How about not making a song like this with your boyfriend when you have another?” Jeongguk barks.
Jimin looks down, not able to stand Jeongguk’s burning gaze.
“We’ve been wanting to have a song together for years, Guk,” Taehyung admits. “Before the three of us happened.”
Oh, yeah. Before Jeongguk became the third-wheel.
“What?”
Jeongguk blinks. “What?”
Jimin stares at him, confused, worried. “Is that—do you really think that?”
Oh. So that actually slipped his mouth. Jeongguk didn’t mean to say it out loud.
He opens his mouth, but there’s no sound coming out.
Taehyung and Jimin look hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk says. He doesn’t even know what he’s apologising for.
“Baby.” Taehyung’s voice cracks, eyebrows furrowed. “Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk’s head falls. He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jeongguk is pulled into their arms, then, and his heart feels like it’s going to explode when he hears Jimin’s first sniffle, sees Taehyung’s tears.
That's guilt.
They apologise, a hundred times, over and over again. Jeongguk tells them it’s okay, asks them quietly not to cry about this, but they can’t stop, obviously, mumbling a mix of we’re sorry, baby and we shouldn't have and we’re so dumb, so sorry, love you.
Jeongguk lets them, makes sure they know he’s not mad, that he forgives them. They fall into place, Jeongguk’s insecurities quieting down for the time being. Taehyung and Jimin keep kissing every inch of skin, still apologising, telling Jeongguk they love him more than Jeongguk could ever know.
And that’s enough.
Later, after everyone has stopped crying, Jeongguk comes with Taehyung thrusting into him gently from behind and Jimin in his mouth, and yeah.
That’s enough.
☆
A few days after the album is released, it’s no longer enough.
Jeongguk is laying in his bed, wearing a fluffy hoodie, pulling the sleeves over his hands, hood over his head as he scrolls through Twitter, smiling at their fans’ comments and reactions.
And then, after a certain comment, he’s no longer smiling.
‘things vmin did: THAT’ with the link to a lyrics video on YouTube.
Jeongguk clicks on it, fully aware that it's a bad idea. It’s still a sensitive topic. He goes through the comment thread, heart sinking in his chest, throat suddenly tight.
He seems to encounter more and more comments on Friends, and then his first tears fall.
There’s really no going back, when he taps on the search bar and with shaking fingers, he types in his boyfriends’ shipname.
And then suddenly it’s not just Friends, but everything else, too. Suddenly, it’s Jimin looking at Taehyung like he’s his world, it’s Jimin protecting Taehyung from the other members’ teasing remarks, it’s Jimin touching Taehyung at every chance he gets. Suddenly, it’s Taehyung having heart eyes at Jimin, it’s Taehyung seeking out Jimin, it’s Taehyung praising Jimin over others.
And it’s not Jeongguk.
Just like that, he’s back where he started.
Jeongguk curls into himself, sniffling, wiping his nose into his sleeves. It should be disgusting, but he can’t give a fuck about that when he’s clicking on another video, a quiet sob escaping his throat when Friends starts playing in the background and snippets of Taehyung and Jimin being affectionate flash on his screen, one after another. They’re holding hands, Taehyung is jumping on Jimin to hug him, Jimin is smiling at Taehyung at an interview, they’re dancing together on stage, Jimin is clinging to Taehyung, and they’re both smiling, smiling because they love each other and Jeongguk isn’t there, because Jeongguk isn’t needed there—
Who is he kidding? There’s no three piece puzzle. Jimin and Taehyung were meant for each other. Jeongguk falling for them is just fate’s cruel game. He’s only interfering here.
Jeongguk has no place in this relationship. There’s not enough room for another body, another hand to hold. Jimin and Taehyung’s bed is their bed, it's their room, everything is theirs and not Jeongguk’s - their relationship was meant for two people.
Jeongguk was never part of the picture. He has his own room to himself, his own heart that aches for both of these beautiful human beings, his own nightmares of breaking up with them, his own flaws, his own imperfect curves. God, his nose is too big for his face, he’s too heavy to be carried, his two front teeth are too big, his lips too asymmetric, his eyes too big, his tattoos too much, his fingers too weird; his muscles are not defined enough, and he’s not smart enough, he’s too slow, too competitive, too clingy, too loud, too shy, too much and yet not enough.
Jeongguk is not enough.
He buries his face in his pillow, biting on the cushion and muffling his wrenched sobs. God, that hurts. It hurts so much.
Jeongguk should just disappear.
Knock, knock.
Jeongguk jolts, pursing his lips, throwing his arm over his face to hide his tears. He holds back his whimpers, pretending to be asleep.
The door knob twists, slowly creaking open, and there’s Taehyung’s head poking into the room, innocent eyes landing on Jeongguk.
“Peaches?”
When Jeongguk doesn’t answer nor move, Taehyung slips into the room, swiftly closing the door behind himself. “Are you asleep, baby?” He whispers.
Jeongguk, once again, shows no reaction.
“Ah, you’re so cute,” Taehyung murmurs. His steps get closer, inching towards Jeongguk’s bed. “Look so soft, baby boy.” He whispers. And then Taehyung is on the bed, behind Jeongguk, the mattress digging beneath his weight. He lies down, chest pressed against Jeongguk’s back, wrapping his arm around Jeongguk’s small waist.
Jeongguk has to repress a shiver when Taehyung carefully pulls down his hood and presses his lips into Jeongguk’s neck. Then he moves further, kissing behind Jeongguk’s ear, under his jaw, showering him in affection.
Jeongguk can’t help the soft squeak escaping his throat when Taehyung’s warm tongue licks his sensitive skin, startled.
“Knew you were awake,” Taehyung murmurs. “Your breathing was too uneven, baby,” he teases.
“Tae,” Jeongguk breathes, his cover blown.
“Yeah, love?” His boyfriend inches closer, pressing his crotch against Jeongguk’s firm ass.
All the air leaves Jeongguk’s lungs.
Oh. So that’s a thing.
“Missed you,” Taehyung mumbles, rubbing Jeongguk’s stomach. “Want you.”
Jeongguk gasps, tears springing to his eyes.
“You’ll let me touch you, sweetheart?” Taehyung hums.
Jeongguk nods. He doesn’t want to, not right now. He’s not in the mood.
But Taehyung is. And he’d do anything for Taehyung.
“You’re quiet today, baby,” Taehyung notes, kissing Jeongguk’s jaw. “Tired?”
Jeongguk nods again, not trusting his voice.
Taehyung hums, oblivious to Jeongguk’s inner turmoil. With gentle hands, he peels Jeongguk’s sweats down just enough to reveal his butt, squeezing the flesh. Jeongguk yelps, letting Taehyung do as he likes. His boyfriend plays with his ass a little, kneading and pinching, breathing sweet nothings into Jeongguk’s ear.
And then Taehyung is gone, all of a sudden, rolling around in bed and pulling out the bottom drawer of the bedside table, rumbling through it till his fingers wrap around a familiar bottle. He’s back behind Jeongguk in a second, pulling the younger man’s pliant body into his.
“You wanna watch the new episode of Haikyuu!! with me? It aired yesterday,” Taehyung casually asks, lubing up his fingers. Jeongguk doesn’t answer him, just curls into himself even more, whimpering when Taehyung’s fingers circle his rim, easing Jeongguk into the feeling.
“You really are quiet,” Taehyung comments. “Is everything okay, baby?”
Jeongguk nods.
Taehyung isn’t convinced. “You sure?”
Jeongguk nods again.
Taehyung sighs. Jeongguk is probably lying, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to talk about it right now.
“Want me to distract you?” He softly asks. “We don’t have to fuck, baby. We can do whatever you want.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, pushing back against Taehyung’s fingers.
Because that’s what Taehyung wanted. To fuck. So Jeongguk will let him do as he pleases.
“Okay,” Taehyung whispers, peppering kisses over the taut skin of Jeongguk’s neck.
Jeongguk’s breath hitches at the first finger, chest squeezing tight. It’s hard to breathe. Taehyung is all over him, on him, in him, behind him. He’s so perfect, making sure Jeongguk is okay, asking him if he wants this or if he’d just rather do something else. Jeongguk doesn’t deserve him.
The first finger has never been that hard for Jeongguk. He takes it, just like he takes everything, always so pliant and such a good boy, pleasing his boyfriends. Taehyung stretches him thoroughly, making sure he can put another finger in.
When he does, Jeongguk starts crying again. Taehyung scissors him, providing comfort with his soothing words and kisses, trying to help Jeongguk power through it. He’s still a tiny bit loose from last night, so it’s not as difficult. And yet, Taehyung makes sure he’s ready for a third finger, rubbing against his walls expertly, fingertips barely brushing Jeongguk’s prostate but it’s enough to coax a wet moan out of him.
And then there’s the third finger. The stretch doesn’t hurt, quite the opposite. Jeongguk has always liked it, especially when Taehyung preps him with his perfect fingers - they’re long and beautiful, always reaching so deep inside Jeongguk. On any other day, Jeongguk would probably love it. But not right now.
Right now, Jeongguk is crying, because he doesn’t want to disappoint Taehyung. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jimin, either. He wants to be enough for them, so he lets his boyfriend take, take and take from him. He muffles his sobs into his arm, eyes fixed on his phone, holding onto something to keep him from falling. Taehyung opens him up so well, knows how Jeongguk’s body works, but Jeongguk can’t enjoy it because he’s a fucking mess. It feels good, his body unable to lie to him. It feels good, but Jeongguk doesn’t want to let Taehyung hear his sounds, because what if they’re too high-pitched, or sound too exaggerated? He’s not making them on purpose, he’s never been good at holding his noises back, but what if his boyfriends never liked to hear them? What if they turn them off? Jeongguk must sound so fucking weird. He can’t ruin this for Taehyung. He needs to shut the fuck up.
Jeongguk can’t think straight. He doesn’t know when Taehyung pulls his fingers out, but he does at some point. Jeongguk is afraid he’ll go away and leave Jeongguk like this because his last moan slipped out, but then he feels the tip of Taehyung’s dick press against his hole.
Oh, right. Now comes the real deal.
Taehyung starts pushing in, rubbing Jeongguk’s side, comforting him. Jeongguk is shaking and crying, both from the stretch and his whirling thoughts. Taehyung is so fucking huge, Jesus fucking Christ, Jeongguk will never be able to get used to this. He loves the burn, loves how well Taehyung fills him - always has - and Jeongguk really should stop thinking, should switch off the lights in his head, but he can’t help it - he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve to enjoy it, that he shouldn’t, because this isn’t about him. This is all for Taehyung, and really, Jeongguk just needs to shut the fuck up.
Jimin would take it so much better, anyway.
Taehyung bottoms out, his hand finding Jeongguk’s. He intertwines their fingers, providing him comfort.
“Baby,” he pants. “You’re so fucking tight, holy shit.” He tries to collect his breath, all the oxygen refusing him. “Wanna stay like this for a little, is that okay? I want to feel you around me.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whimpers, voice cracking. He curses himself for letting his desire get the best of him.
“We don’t have to,” Taehyung immediately says. “We can do whatever you want, okay?”
Jeongguk dies a little inside. “I want what hyung wants.”
Taehyung chuckles, and if Jeongguk could see him, he’d be met with an overwhelmingly fond expression on Taehyung’s handsome features. “Okay, baby,” he murmurs, kissing Jeongguk’s nape. “Thank you.”
And they stay like that. Taehyung pulls the hoodie up to reveal Jeongguk’s pale skin, rubbing circles into his sides. It’s somewhat comforting, to say the least, and Jeongguk tries to focus on the soothing touches. Taehyung is good at calming him down just as much as riling him up, always has been. So Jeongguk forces himself to concentrate on the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles into Jeongguk’s sides, biting down on his lip, trying hard to stop crying.
At some point, Taehyung reaches out and puts Jeongguk’s phone in his hand, telling him he can do anything he wants, that he’s content with watching and being close to him like this. Jeongguk wants to scream. He frantically goes back to his timeline from his latest search results, scrolling through new posts like nothing happened with Taehyung’s dick inside his ass, breath hitching when Taehyung shuffles a little to adjust his position, resulting in his cock pressing against Jeongguk’s prostate.
Taehyung chuckles at a few posts, sometimes even reaches over Jeongguk to stop him from moving on because he’s still reading it. The position isn’t new, they’re generally affectionate and cuddly all the time. It’s not new, but it’s warm and it’s supposed to be comfortable, too. Jeongguk knows this, tries to settle into it, let Taehyung’s hot breath against his neck distract him. It isn’t new.
What is new, however, is Taehyung’s dick in Jeongguk’s ass while they’re at it. He’s so fucking big, bigger than Jeongguk himself (even though Jimin likes to tell him how fine of a specimen he is every time he's done with riding the hell out of Jeongguk). Jeongguk is fully hard, unable to deny his body the pleasure.
Taehyung lets out a quiet growl every time Jeongguk clenches down on him, stuttering in his breathing. This is something they’ve never done before, cockwarming, but like this, when they’re actually doing it, Jeongguk wonders why that is. Everything about it is so fucking hot, pushes him into his submissive headspace, eager to please. Taehyung always has that effect on him.
Taehyung rubs his belly, kissing Jeongguk’s neck. “Baby, your phone.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches, blinking his eyes free of tears. His screen is black when he finally looks at his phone. He was so distracted, he forgot about that.
He unlocks it again, staring at a post blankly. Taehyung kisses into his neck again, humming lowly back in his throat.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk chokes out.
“I know,” Taehyung reassures. “You’ve been so good for me, baby. My perfect little boy.”
Jeongguk whimpers, gasping when Taehyung pulls out a bit and thrusts right back in. Fuck, he’s so sensitive.
“Letting hyung have you like this. So good for me,” Taehyung grunts, thrusting into Jeongguk again, harder. He lifts Jeongguk’s upper leg, the position a little awkward with Jeongguk’s sweats still on, pulled down just enough to expose his ass and the top of his thighs.
Jeongguk mewls quietly, letting Taehyung do whatever he wants. His boyfriend fucks into him deeper, but he’s gentler than usual. He keeps leaving kisses on Jeongguk’s neck, pounding into him with fluid movements. Jeongguk can’t help but moan, soft uh-uh-uhs escaping his throat. It only helps to rile Taehyung up more, turned the fuck on by Jeongguk’s noises.
“My baby sounds so sweet when he’s getting fucked,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ear, his hot breath ticklish. It’s unfair how composed he sounds while Jeongguk can barely swallow down his loud moans.
Taehyung thrusts into him, hard, tight heat engulfing him, cock throbbing inside Jeongguk. “So fucking tight,” he pants, accentuating each of his words with pounding into Jeongguk’s wet hole. He bites down on Jeongguk’s neck, apologetically kissing the skin right after, licking at it warmly. Jeongguk’s wet hiccups are music to his ears, hips hammering into him, balls slapping against Jeongguk’s ass in crude smacks. He grows less gentle, more desperate, fucking Jeongguk harder. His boyfriend simply shudders against him, breathing ragged and it’s so fucking hot, to be able to see Jeongguk come apart in front of his eyes, for his eyes, whining breathily.
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses under his breath, hips stuttering as he feels his balls begin to tighten up. He has been on edge from being inside Jeongguk for longer than usual, after all. He pulls Jeongguk’s hoodie to the side, biting down on his shoulder to muffle his moans, just wanting to eat him up.
He groans against Jeongguk’s skin, hips twitching erratically, fucking his cum into Jeongguk. He only knows Jeongguk hasn’t come because he didn’t clench down on Taehyung’s cock, but he’s whimpering, trying to collect his breath.
Taehyung rides it out, slowing down to a slow grind till he’s overstimulated. He pulls out, catching his breath, mesmerised by the sight of his come trickling out of Jeongguk’s hole.
He grips Jeongguk’s hip, rolling him onto his back, sitting up and shuffling between his legs, looking down at him like he’s about to devour him.
"Baby," Taehyung breathes, leaning down, kissing Jeongguk’s tear-stained cheek. He's not surprised that Jeongguk is crying - he always does when he bottoms. "So beautiful." He reaches down to curl his fingers around Jeongguk’s erection, but Jeongguk bats his hand away, turning on his side, whimpering.
That's when Taehyung realises something is off. "Hey, baby. Guk. What's wrong?"
Jeongguk shakes his head, biting harshly on his lip to stop the embarrassing noises from spilling.
Taehyung sighs, gently pulling Jeongguk to lay on his back again. Jeongguk covers his face, but Taehyung is having none of that. He circles Jeongguk’s wrist with his fingers before he pulls his hands away from his pretty face. He pins them on each side of his head, interlacing their fingers, leaning down to kiss Jeongguk’s forehead, keeping his lips there for longer than necessary.
"Peaches, hey. Tell me, what's wrong?"
Jeongguk shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, sniffling.
Taehyung scowls. “Baby. Did you not want this?” Jeongguk’s answering sniffle deepens Taehyung’s frown. “Jeonggukie, sweetheart. Did hyung do something wrong? Hyung’s sorry, okay? I didn’t want to force you into anything, I’m sorry I didn’t realise.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Taehyung sighs, face contorted in worry. “Please, Gukkie, talk to me. I’m sorry, just please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Jeongguk swallows, his hands still pinned next to his head, holding Taehyung’s. He squeezes, searching for comfort.
Taehyung squeezes back, pulling Jeongguk’s right hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “What happened, love? Did I do something wrong?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, unable to meet Taehyung’s eyes.
Taehyung leaves another kiss on the back of his hand, tender. "Gukkie, baby. Did something upset you? Did I upset you?"
Jeongguk swallows. "I—I. J-Jiminie hyung…"
"You two had a fight?"
Jeongguk shakes his head no.
"Then do you want me to get him? You'd rather tell Jiminie?"
Jeongguk hesitates. Having Jimin here would be nice, of course, but that would also mean Taehyung and Jimin in the same room. Which Jeongguk normally wouldn't mind, they're boyfriends, after all, but Jeongguk doesn't want that now. Taehyung and Jimin made a fucking song about being soulmates. Without Jeongguk. He doesn’t want to see them together. Not now.
Whatever Jeongguk would have ended up answering, it doesn't matter, though. The next second, the door to his room opens, Jimin peeking inside and smiles when he sees his boyfriends.
"Having fun leaving me out?" He chuckles, slipping into the room, closing the door behind himself, the soft click of the lock loud enough for Jeongguk to hear.
Jeongguk whimpers, freeing his hands, pulling his sweatpants back up clumsily. He tries to sit up, but Taehyung pushes him back down, kissing his nose.
"Baby, don't do this. Tell us what's bothering you."
Jimin steps next to the bed, worry immediately overtaking his features. "Guk? You okay?"
"'m fine," Jeongguk whimpers, obviously lying.
"Scoot over," Jimin pats Taehyung’s butt affectionately. Taehyung obliges, making space for their third half.
Jimin cradles Jeongguk’s face in his hands as soon as he's kneeling on the bed, leaning down and kissing Jeongguk’s lips gently. There's familiarity in the way he handles Jeongguk, resembling Taehyung, but the two are soft in different ways. Jeongguk has had thousands of opportunities to test that out, to compare.
Jimin wipes his tears away with his thumbs, smiling softly at Jeongguk. "Baby. Can you tell hyung what's wrong?"
Jeongguk swallows, tongue lame in his mouth. Being in a polyamory relationship entails a heightened need for communication. Jeongguk knows that, because otherwise it wouldn't work out. Emotions and thoughts are best as cards on the table, so everyone knows. So they can find a solution to their problems together.
Jeongguk has learnt that the hard way.
"What am I to you?" He bluntly asks, still sniffling.
Jimin and Taehyung share a confused look before their eyes land on Jeongguk again.
"Our boyfriend, of course. The missing piece to our puzzle," Taehyung answers him, voice soft.
Jeongguk whimpers. "But. But—"
"Take your time," Jimin tells him when he sees the overwhelmedness in Jeongguk's eyes. "It's okay, baby. We're here."
Jeongguk exhales shakily, nodding. He tries to regulate his breathing, closing his eyes. He feels a hand - not small, so it has to be Taehyung's - intertwining their fingers again. He focuses on that, on Taehyung’s touch, and on Jimin caressing his cheeks, too. It’s working, somewhat. There’s nothing that could calm him down better than the presence of his boyfriends, their proximity, so he concentrates on that, mind narrowing down to their touch, filtering everything else out. He doesn’t see them, but he can feel them, both waiting for Jeongguk patiently, always so patiently, letting Jeongguk take his time. They’re not pushing, never pushing, always so understanding and indulgent. Jeongguk is fucking spoiled.
He swallows, letting another tear roll down his cheeks.
"But," he tries again, "y-you guys are soulmates and I'm just—I'm not—"
"Baby," Jimin cuts him off. "Baby, no, no, no. Don't."
Jeongguk starts crying again, trying to squirm away from his boyfriends' hands holding him - in vain. Taehyung squeezes his hand, not letting go, kissing Jeongguk on the cheek.
"Gukkie," he murmurs. "You're our boyfriend, okay? You're ours, and we’re yours." He says gently, placing the softest kiss on Jeongguk’s nose. Jeongguk whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Taetae and I have been through a lot, baby," Jimin tells him slowly, carefully. "And I do think he's my soulmate." Jeongguk sobs at that, biting into his bottom lip harshly. "But you're just as important to me, okay?” Jimin quickly continues. “If Tae is the one fate decided for me, then you're the one I fell in love with without fate having to tell me so."
Taehyung hums, pulling away from Jeongguk to press a chaste kiss on Jimin's lips.
"Yeah," he mumbles, smiling down at Jeongguk. "Baby, look at us."
Jeongguk reluctantly opens his eyes, holding thousands of galaxies and constellations beneath his eyelids, ever so beautiful.
"Peaches." Taehyung has this fond look on his face that makes Jeongguk want to curl into himself, warmth spreading in his chest. "We made this song because there are some things that only the two of us share. That's what this is about, right? Friends?" He strokes Jeongguk’s cheek with his thumb affectionately. Jeongguk nods timidly. "But there are things Jimin isn't a part of, too. Just you and me. And, naturally, there’s some stuff where I'm left out. But that's completely normal. Bonds differ."
Jimin nods. "And who said we're not going to do gay songs like this with just you, too? Who says Promise wasn't inspired by lyrics that I wrote for you, baby? You know how worried I get when you start overthinking and hurt yourself. That’s literally what it’s about."
Jeongguk yelps. "W-what?"
Taehyung grins. "The original idea ended up being changed a little so it’s not too obvious. Namjoonie turned it into a song for the fans, but Jimin is still singing to you at least for the half part,” he explains, then turns to his older boyfriend. “You really owe Joonie hyung a big one with that, babe," he gives Jimin a pointed, playful look.
Jimin huffs. "Sure as hell do," he agrees. "Gukkie?"
Jeongguk doesn't know what to say, gaping. "You—Promise is—?"
"Yes, you dumbass," Taehyung laughs. "Just like I wrote Winter Bear for you."
Jeongguk blinks dumbly. What?
Taehyung gapes upon seeing Jeongguk’s shocked expression. "Don't tell me."
Jimin laughs wholeheartedly, falling on Jeongguk’s chest. Jeongguk swallows, big eyes staring at Taehyung, dumbfounded. Taehyung groans.
"You fucking idiot."
Jeongguk flushes. "H-how was I supposed to know?"
"Who else sleeps like a fucking log in this household, you fucking dumbass?"
Jeongguk whines, embarrassed. Taehyung snorts, cupping his cheeks, playfully pushing Jimin off the bed. He kisses Jeongguk on the lips, hard and passionate. Jeongguk squirms under him but Taehyung pushes his chest against his, pressing himself against Jeongguk’s body. Jeongguk whines again, letting himself be kissed brutally, Taehyung licking into his mouth with something hotter. The atmosphere shifts, Jeongguk whimpers now of a completely different category.
They make out like that until Jimin makes a noise akin to a growl, sitting on the floor, watching his boyfriends hungrily.
"My turn." He gets on the bed, pushing Taehyung away to take his place. He pries Jeongguk’s mouth open with his tongue, pressing his full lips against Jeongguk’s, making him writhe under him.
"Fuck, you two look so good," Taehyung groans. "Might wanna fuck you again, peaches."
Jimin pulls away from Jeongguk, glaring at his other boyfriend.
"You guys already fucked? Without me?"
Taehyung just pokes his tongue between his teeth and gives Jimin a mildly guilty grin. “You snooze, you lose.”
"Asshole," Jimin mutters.
"Aw, babe," Taehyung coos. "Not like the little baby is gonna be any less tight. Always clenches so good around my cock when he's filled to the fucking brim."
Jeongguk moans at that, his dick twitching in interest. He's half-hard at best, this little emotional fiasco a huge turn-off. Though, in all honesty, Taehyung’s low voice, saying the things he's saying is just as effective. He's going to be rock hard in no time, knowing these two.
"Mm, he does," Jimin agrees. His fingers trace Jeongguk's clothed thighs, barely touching, just teasing. That is, until his hands wander to Jeongguk’s crotch, pressing deliciously against Jeongguk’s growing erection. "Especially when we fuck him at the same time, yeah? Wouldn’t baby like that?"
Jeongguk throws his head back in pleasure, buzzing with desire. "Y-yeah. I'd like that. Baby would like that."
Taehyung chuckles. "Of course you would." He places a gentle kiss on Jeongguk’s lips. “You can have us. Anything you want.” He whispers, unable to help it, kissing Jeongguk again. “We don’t have to have sex. Hyungs can talk more, or just cuddle you. Whatever you need.”
“We can show you just how much we love you,” Jimin adds. “Either by fucking you or just making out.”
Jeongguk smiles, feeling warm. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispers. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Not gonna say no to that,” Taehyung laughs, kissing Jeongguk’s nose one last time before pulling away, taking his shirt off in one smooth motion. Jimin mirrors the movement, unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans off quickly. He helps Taehyung out of his basketball shorts and underwear, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.
Jeongguk stares at them in awe, starstruck and breathless. Even after all this time, the sight of so much skin, his boyfriends’ perfect curves and edges, Jeongguk can’t get used to it. Maybe he never will.
“You, too,” Jimin reminds, patting Jeongguk’s knee as a sign. They both offer a hand with stripping him, and then Jeongguk is falling back on the bed in all his naked glory, licking his lips.
“God, so beautiful,” Taehyung murmurs, tracing Jeongguk’s chest with a careful finger. “And all ours, aren’t you, baby?”
“He is,” Jimin hums, not letting Jeongguk answer for himself. He kisses Jeongguk’s collarbone, splaying his small hand over Jeongguk’s chest, licking his way up the younger man’s neck. Jeongguk moans softly, sensitive and craving more, needing the two to touch him everywhere, anywhere.
Taehyung presses a kiss to Jimin’s shoulder, moving up the bed and sitting down, leaning against the headboard. He’s not rock hard just yet, but he aims to fix that with pouring lube over his cock and stroking himself, eyes glued to his boyfriends.
“What lube is it?” Jimin asks, pulling away from Jeongguk.
“Mm, the strawberry one,” Taehyung moans, tightening his hand around his dick. “Why?”
“Gonna blow you while I finger him, then,” Jimin casually says, changing his position, kneeling between Taehyung’s legs. He grabs Jeongguk’s thigh, jostling him towards the pair. “Come on, pretty, move that cute ass of yours.”
Jeongguk squeezes his eyes, trying hard not to bust a nut at the sight of Jimin looking down at him. He pushes himself up, biting his lip nervously. “H-how do you want me to, um.”
“C’mere,” Taehyung smiles, grabbing Jeongguk’s hips and pulling the boy to himself, so Jeongguk is sitting next to him, back twisting a little so his ass faces Jimin. Fuck, Jeongguk is dripping, Taehyung's come trickling out of his loose hole.
“Good boy,” Taehyung praises. “What a pretty li’l bun we’ve got here.” He kisses Jeongguk, wrapping his arm around his waist, playing with his ass.
Jeongguk flushes red, ducking his head, but Taehyung lifts his chin with his forefinger, pressing his lips on Jeongguk’s. Jimin finally settles down in front of Taehyung’s half-hard cock, fingers covered in lube. He kisses the head of Taehyung’s dick, shooting him a smile when Taehyung pulls Jeongguk’s cheeks away so Jimin has access.
Jimin plunges his fingers into Jeongguk’s hole, knowing he’s already adequately stretched from earlier, fucking Taehyung’s cum back into him. Jeongguk yelps, though, still so endearingly sensitive, whimpering when Jimin inserts an additional fourth finger right away, scissoring him. Jimin, the multitasker king he is, finally takes the head of Taehyung’s cock into his mouth, not bothering to tease, just sinking down on him slowly. Taehyung rewards him with a groan, low and drawn-out, voice laced with hot pleasure.
From then, it’s easy - for Jimin, at least, because he’s not about to lose his mind from getting deepthroated or fingerfucked. He presses his tongue against the vein on Taehyung’s dick, humming lowly, knowing perfectly well how the vibrations drive Taehyung absolutely crazy. He stays down for a few seconds, and then pulls up, setting a comfortable rhythm, bobbing his head. He registers the sounds in the background, Jeongguk’s quiet whines accompanying the conspicuous noises of kissing. Jimin knows they’re kissing, knows how Taehyung is licking into Jeongguk’s pliant mouth, just like he knows how meekly Jeongguk tries to reciprocate, sinking into a submissive headspace.
Jimin ignores them, though, fucking his fingers into Jeongguk’s eager hole, loving how Jeongguk swallows the digits up, rocking back against Jimin’s hand.
“Min,” Taehyung moans, muffled against Jeongguk’s mouth. “Faster, c’mon.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. Still, he pulls off to kiss the tip again, tongue flat as he licks the underside of the head, mouth hot and wet. Taehyung groans, throaty and guttural, his free hand grabbing the hair at the back of Jimin’s head, urging him on. Jimin obliges, wrapping his lips around the head, sucking. And then he sinks further and further down, till his nose touches Taehyung’s pelvis, his cock hitting the back of Jimin’s throat.
Taehyung’s hips jerk, fucking up into Jimin’s mouth, groaning. Jimin can’t even focus on properly fingering Jeongguk at this point, just holds out his hand for the younger man to fuck himself on it.
Taehyung pushes Jimin’s head down, not letting him escape, and he starts fucking Jimin’s face for real, the wet choking sounds turning him on even more. Jimin takes it, like he always does, forcing his gag reflex to go away, relaxing his throat for Taehyung.
Jeongguk whines, growing desperate, pulling Jimin’s fingers out of himself by his wrist, replacing them with his own, breathing shallow as he fucks himself, indulging himself by pressing against his sweet spot. He's so fucking wet, God, the lube and cum helping the glide, and Jeongguk can't get enough of the feeling, needy. He’s not even kissing Taehyung back, too far gone, so Taehyung simply switches to mouthing at his neck, nipping at the tight skin while he fucks Jimin’s mouth.
Before long, Jimin deems it enough, patting Taehyung’s thigh twice to sign for him to stop. Taehyung slows down, moaning quietly as Jimin pulls off.
“I think you’re ready,” Jimin grins at him, and then looks at Jeongguk. “What a needy li’l slut,” he comments. “Hyung’s fingers not enough for you?”
Jeongguk whines, shaking his head, rutting back against his hand. Taehyung kisses him, but Jeongguk pulls away to breathe, too unfocused to do anything. He buries his face in Taehyung’s shoulder, whimpering, rubbing against his prostate.
“Answer hyung, baby,” Jimin scolds.
“Mm, no, ah, like h-hyungie’s fingers, mnn, ah—”
“That’s enough,” Taehyung says, voice commanding, leaving no room for protesting. Jeongguk whimpers, slowing down his movements to a full stop, breathing hard as he pulls his fingers out. “Come on, sit on my cock, baby.”
He doesn’t wait for Jeongguk, though, manhandling him onto his lap. Jeongguk goes breathless (—he always does, again and again, as if it was his first time) when he’s violently impaled on Taehyung’s cock, bottoming out in one motion.
“Fuck, hyungie,” Jeongguk sobs, filled to the brim, hands braced against Taehyung’s chest. He’s shaking.
“You’re still so tight, shit,” Taehyung grunts, burying his nose in Jeongguk’s collarbone, hands gripping Jeongguk’s hips. He kisses Jeongguk’s shoulder, moving up his neck, nibbling and sucking, pulling beautiful whines out of Jeongguk. “C’mon, baby. Bounce.”
Jeongguk whimpers, rocking his hips gently, working up a slow rhythm. His breath hitches when he feels a tentative finger pushing against his rim, just feeling up where he and Taehyung are connected. He lifts up higher, dropping back down, gasping when Taehyung presses right against his prostate. He repeats the movement, fucking himself on Taehyung’s cock like they told him to.
“Faster, baby,” Taehyung orders. “Can’t you do better than that?”
Jeongguk sniffles, nodding, pawing at Taehyung’s shoulders as he bounces on Taehyung’s lap, trying to be a good boy, trying to do as he’s told. It’s hard, though, because soon enough, Jimin's finger slides into him, right next to Taehyung’s dick, painfully slow, stretching him further, and Jeongguk can’t move, can’t speak, mind numb with all the sensations. Taehyung is caressing his sides, hands exploring every inch of skin, and Jimin is curling an arm around Jeongguk’s waist, brushing against his angry, flushed cock.
“Taehyungie told you to move,” Jimin vocalises, taking Jeongguk’s dick into his hand. “Can’t even do that? Disappointing.”
Jeongguk cries, vehemently shaking his head. “N-no, hyung, please, baby can do better, please, please—”
“What do you want?” Taehyung asks. “Baby’s a mess, begging, doesn’t even know what for, hmm?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, whimpering. “K-kiss, please.”
Taehyung can’t help the smile painting his lips, awfully endeared. “Okay,” he says, kissing Jeongguk gently. “Do you want hyung to help?” He asks, much softer than before, lips brushing against Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk nods, sniffling cutely. “Please. Wanna be a good boy, hyung.”
Jimin rubs his back reassuringly, humming in understanding. “Baby’s already a good boy. So good for your hyungs, so pretty. You’re perfect, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk smiles shyly, looking down.
“Aw, look at you,” Taehyung coos. “Just wanted your hyungs to praise you, huh? Tell you how beautiful you are.”
Jeongguk nods sheepishly. Taehyung kisses him silly, finally starting to thrust up into Jeongguk’s heat, no longer able to hold himself back. He presses his heels into the mattress and pistons his hips, fucking Jeongguk so forcefully he nearly falls off his lap.
“So pretty,” Taehyung says, helplessly enamoured. He fucks up into Jeongguk, grunting with every move, filling Jeongguk to the brim. It feels like he couldn't be stretched out any further and still, Jimin slips in another finger, right next to Taehyung’s cock. He kisses up the column of Jeongguk’s neck, nosing behind his ear, plunging his fingers deeper into him.
And Jeongguk takes it, takes it so beautifully. He’s captivating, gaze unfocused and dumb as he relaxes, bouncing with every thrust, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Taehyung kisses him again, swallows his moans and whimpers down, tucking them away into a hidden place inside his chest, all for himself. He fucks Jeongguk harder, deeper, splitting him open, making him lose his goddamn mind from how good he’s getting pounded into. He yanks the boy down against each thrust, truly impaling him on his dick.
And Jeongguk is so out of it, but still, he tries to bounce, tries to ride Taehyung like it’s his goddamn job. He’s surely drooling, too, pushing against Taehyung’s cock and now three of Jimin’s fingers, so keen on being good, on being their good boy.
Taehyung wipes the drool away from the corner of his mouth, cooing. “Such a good bun. The best boy for us, hmm?”
Jeongguk nods furiously, adorable and desperate, always wanting to be the best boy for Jimin and Taehyung, needing to please, to be good—
“Baby,” Jimin whispers against the shell of his ear, playfully biting down on his earlobe after.
Jeongguk’s head lolls back to fall on Jimin’s shoulder. “Y-yeah?”
“Can you take another?” Jimin asks, jerking Jeongguk off in lazy strokes.
Jeongguk blinks, not understanding right away. And then it sinks in.
Oh. Jimin meant his cock.
Jeongguk’s pupils dilate, and he squeals, starting to ride Taehyung with newfound energy, bouncing on his lap, taking Jimin’s fingers and Taehyung’s cock eagerly, desperately. “Yes yes yes yes yes yes—!”
They both still, just watching Jeongguk for a second, so fucking endeared and just in love, that all words fail them. Jeongguk is so fucking hot, the way his thigh muscles bulge and the way his tight abs clench, so needy, so good.
“Please, please, please, I’m a good boy, baby’s been good, baby wants—!”
“Ssh, sweetheart,” Jimin hushes him, kissing his jaw. “Hyung’s got you.”
Jeongguk nods, shuddering and mewling like a fucking kitten when Jimin presses his cock against his ass, rock-hard. He doesn’t even know when Jimin took off his underwear, can’t even find it in himself to care. He just reaches behind himself, pulling one asscheek aside for better access, falling against Taehyung’s chest and into his arms, breathing ragged.
“Please, hyung, fuck me, fuck me full, want you so bad, so much—ah!”
Jimin doesn’t fuck around, wants to please, not tease. He presses the head against Jeongguk’s rim, starting to push inside, forcing Jeongguk’s hole to stretch and take him in, still so unbelievably tight.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk mewls, body limp and lax. “S-so full.”
Taehyung kisses his forehead, hands steady on Jeongguk’s waist. Jimin sinks into Jeongguk’s tight heat, bottoming out. All three moan at the same time, overwhelmed with pleasure, and it’s soon enough that Taehyung and Jimin start moving, caging Jeongguk in. They thrust into Jeongguk hard, and Jeongguk is sobbing, pliant, falling against Taehyung’s chest as his boyfriends fuck him into the next century, using his hole to their own pleasure, pounding into Jeongguk’s ass in deep and fast thrusts.
Jeongguk is losing his goddamn mind.
He distantly registers his own voice, begging for something - not even he knows why, just begging for more, for the two to keep going, to fuck him harder, faster. And Jeongguk - he’s so fucking full, filled to the brim with two delicious cocks fucking into him, ramming into his prostate. God, he's so done for.
“This what you wanted?” Jimin pants, the glide slow and deep, their cocks pressing against each other inside Jeongguk, abusing his sweet spot. “For hyungs to show you who you belong to?”
“Yes,” Jeongguk agrees immediately. “Please, mnah, yes, love you so much.”
“Love you, too,” Taehyung says without hesitation. “Love you too, baby, so bad.”
“Yeah,” Jimin moans, fucking into Jeongguk harder. “Our perfect little baby boy, so good and all ours. Love you so much.”
Jeongguk throws his head back in pleasure, feeling full in more ways than the obvious. He’s warm, smiling in ecstasy. Taehyung and Jimin just thrust into him harder, taking his breath away, driving him insane. They’re so deep, and fuck, Jeongguk is close. He’s going to come with both of his boyfriends fucking his cocks into him, so good and perfect.
He kisses Taehyung, trying to convey all his emotions into it, pressing their tongues together. Taehyung eagerly reciprocates, molding their mouths together, nipping on Jeongguk’s bottom lip when they break apart.
Then Jeongguk leans back against Jimin’s chest, craning his neck. Jimin catches on, pushing his lips on Jeongguk’s. He doesn’t hesitate to lick into Jeongguk’s mouth, sucking on his tongue, eliciting sweet little whimpers from him.
“G-gonna—” Jeongguk chokes out, head falling back on Jimin’s shoulder.
“Me too,” Taehyung answers, grunting. His hips jerk, balls slapping against Jeongguk’s ass.
“Mm, yeah,” Jimin agrees, yanking Jeongguk down against a particularly hard thrust. “Come for us, love,” he pants, fucking into Jeongguk deeper.
Jeongguk whimpers, hand reaching out for Taehyung, and he’s pushed over the edge when Taehyung grabs it, interlacing their fingers on instinct while Jimin hugs him from behind, holding him close.
Jeongguk reaches his orgasm first, spurting hot ropes of cum onto his stomach, almost reaching his chin. He whines, letting Taehyung and Jimin fuck into him in tandem, a few more thrusts on both sides, and then the tightness becomes too much, and they come inside Jeongguk, filling him up. Jeongguk pants, eyes falling shut, wiggling his hips and clenching down on their cocks, savouring the feeling.
“Fuck, Guk, don’t,” Taehyung groans.
Jeongguk whines, squeezing Taehyung’s hand. He’s floating, eyes hazy, sent into a euphoric state. He doesn’t hear them, doesn’t even know where he is - he just knows he’s in a good place, light and happy.
“Shit,” Jimin curses under his breath. “He’s gone,” he chuckles.
Taehyung smiles, nodding slowly. “Same.” Jimin snickers, puckering his lips - Taehyung takes the invitation, pressing a gentle, loving kiss onto Jimin’s mouth.
“Love you,” Jimin murmurs. “Love you both so much.”
“Mm, love you too,” Taehyung gives him a crooked grin. “God, my dick’s going soft.”
“Don’t pull out,” Jeongguk slurs, the consonants blurrily rolling off his tongue, lips hugging the vowels lazily. He leans forward, nose tickling Taehyung’s neck, letting the older wrap his unoccupied arm around him, his other hand still holding Jeongguk’s. “‘m so full.”
Jimin chuckles, kissing Jeongguk on the cheek. Jeongguk takes his hand, too, just to be joined together in some way, just to be close. “Okay, baby.”
Jeongguk sighs dreamily, happy.
“You know,” Taehyung speaks up after a while, voice torn-up and reedy, entrancingly deep and rough. “I can’t live without you. Either of you,” he admits quietly, looking down at his hand, still holding Jeongguk’s. “But it breaks my heart to see you not believing that, Gukkie,” he croaks out, tired and teary-eyed. “Because you’re my everything. Jiminie is, too. I wish I could give you the world, so you know.” The first tear falls. “So you know how much I’d do for you. How much you mean to me.”
Jimin smiles at him, reaching out to wipe Taehyung’s tears away. “It’s okay, love,” he says, lips trembling. “I know the feeling,” he sniffles, vision hazy. Little pearls sit in the corner of his eyes, waiting to fall, throat squeezed tight.
“‘m sorry,” Jeongguk mumbles, startling both of them. They thought he fell asleep by now. “Don’t feel sad. ‘s not nice.”
Jimin lets out a wet chuckle, fingers carding through Jeongguk’s soft strands. “Not your fault, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk kisses Taehyung’s collarbone. “It kinda is, though.”
“Ssh,” Taehyung hushes him. “How about we clean up and cuddle, baby? Ready to pull out yet?”
Jeongguk hesitates. He likes feeling stretched out like this, always has. It’s something his boyfriends might not really understand but let him do anyway, indulging him every time he asks for it.
But he’s tired. Jeongguk doesn’t want to fall asleep like this, wants to feel soft and warm and just cuddle till he’s knocked out.
“Yeah,” he answers after a short pause. “Want cuddles.”
“Alright,” Taehyung kisses the top of his head. Jimin nods in understanding, too, moving to pull out. He’s gentle about it, slow and careful till his soft cock slips out from beside Taehyung’s.
Jeongguk whimpers softly, but doesn’t move to stop him, just squeezes both of their hands.
“It’s okay,” Taehyung hushes him, rubbing Jeongguk’s back in comfort. “We’re here.”
Jeongguk nods softly, shuffling a little to press his knees into the bed, ready to push himself up and off Taehyung’s cock.
“Be right back,” he hears Jimin murmur, and then the weight behind him disappears, Jimin slipping out of the room for some towels.
Jeongguk swallows, lifting himself up slowly. Taehyung helps him, steadying Jeongguk by his hips, murmuring small praises while his dick slips out of Jeongguk’s loose hole, sighing quietly in relief when it does.
Jeongguk whimpers softly, and Taehyung immediately lays him down on the bed, kissing him as an attempt at comfort. It works, of course, Jeongguk wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s neck, just softly making out with him while Jimin gets back.
Jimin doesn’t take long, the door creaking open as he slips into the room, a fond smile gracing his lips when he sees his boyfriends.
They clean Jeongguk up gently, attentive to his sensitivity. It’s after a thousand soft smiles and a million kisses that all three are lying under the covers, Taehyung hugging Jeongguk from the back while Jimin is wrapped around Jeongguk from the other side, tangled in every possible way.
Jeongguk falls asleep in the span of two minutes, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, tension leaving his limbs, lips parting, soft snores leaving him.
“Do you think we’re bad boyfriends?” Jimin asks quietly, able to make out Jeongguk’s features even in the dark. God, he’s so beautiful.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung admits honestly, barely audible. His arms tighten around Jeongguk, taking a whiff of his familiar, sweet scent. “I don’t want to hurt him. God, that’s the opposite of what I want.”
“He doesn’t deserve to feel like that,” Jimin whispers. “Like he’s—like we could even consider the thought of living without him.”
“No one does,” Taehyung says. “But God, Gukkie is the last one who should feel like that.”
“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. That certain lump is back in his throat, lips wobbling. He smiles sadly. “Guess this is the price of being with you two,” he sniffles. “I can’t always make both of you happy.”
Taehyung lets go of Jeongguk for a second, cupping Jimin’s cheek. “Hey, Jiminie,” he calls, voice soft. “You’re not alone in this one, okay? You can’t always make both of us happy, yeah, okay. But no one said you're supposed to.”
“I know,” Jimin whispers, letting Taehyung wipe his tears away with his thumb. “But I still want to.”
Taehyung smiles. “I know. Me, too.”
Jeongguk stirs, mumbling something in his sleep. “Hyung.”
“Gukkie?” Jimin asks quietly, carefully.
“Go to sleep,” Jeongguk slurs, pulling Jimin closer. Taehyung huffs out a breathless laugh, kissing Jeongguk’s nape. His arm settles down around Jeongguk’s waist and he buries his nose in Jeongguk’s shoulder, just to fall asleep to the calming scent of him.
“Alright,” Jimin says, probably aware that Jeongguk is fast asleep already, back to softly snoring.
☆
Next morning, Jimin wakes up to giggles.
He opens one of his eyes, peeking, only to be greeted with a camera in his face.
“Good morning, Jiminie,” Jeongguk smiles. “You look amazing with this filter.”
“Ugh, you brat,” Jimin bats at Jeongguk’s phone half-heartedly (and he misses), still half-asleep.
“D’you wanna see Taehyungie with it?” Jeongguk giggles.
God, he sounds heavenly when he’s happy. Jimin doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of it.
“Guk,” he calls, grabbing his boyfriend’s attention. “Morning kiss?”
Jeongguk scrunches his nose. “Gross, hyung. We probably have morning breath.”
“Fine, so no tongue,” Jimin rolls his eyes, pulling Jeongguk down for a chaste kiss, just tasting his lips. Jeongguk kisses back eagerly and with way more spare energy than Jimin has at the moment - he must have been awake for a while now.
“What a nice thing to wake up to,” a raspy voice interrupts them.
Jeongguk pulls away, grinning at Taehyung. “Good morning, Tae.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung smiles. “With you in it, I’m pretty sure it’s more than simple good.”
“Ugh, cheesy,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, leaning down to press a short, chaste kiss on Taehyung’s lips, too. “Come on, I’m so hungry, if I don’t eat in the next two minutes, I’ll die,” he dramatically announces. “Yoongi hyung made pancakes! Do you even know how rare that is?” He bounces on the bed in excitement, patting both of his boyfriends’ legs. “Imagine being such an amazing boyfriend that you wait 'til your boyfriends are awake so you could eat breakfast together. Couldn’t be me—oh wait, it is! So start moving already!”
“God, why are you so sunshiny today?”
“I’m always sunshiny,” Jeongguk amends. “Now come on, lazy butts.” With that, he jumps off the bed, ready to sprint out of the room to have breakfast, only to fall on his ass, yelping.
“Huh?” Jimin lifts his head from his pillow, looking at his boyfriend curiously. “You okay, baby?”
Jeongguk looks down at the ground, ears already turning red, blushing furiously. “Um. My lower back, it, um. It hurts.”
To his chagrin, Taehyung bursts out laughing. Jimin grins knowingly, too, but he’s nowhere near as bad as his boyfriend, who rolls over in bed till he falls on the ground, wheezing.
“Shut up,” Jeongguk mutters. “Help me, Jiminie.”
“Aw, babe,” Taehyung laughs at him, scooting over to kneel beside Jeongguk, pressing apologetic kisses on his cheeks, nose and forehead, hugging him with one lazy arm. “I’ll help you, you big baby,” he says, wrapping Jeongguk’s arm around his neck. “I’m sorry for laughing, but you’re just too damn cute.”
Jeongguk pouts, letting Taehyung help him stand up, legs wobbly. Jimin gets off the bed, reaching out for Jeongguk, taking him from Taehyung.
“Does it really hurt, sweetheart?” He asks, eyes glinting with an amused light. Jeongguk gives a small nod, his face red. Jimin can’t resist the urge, so he doesn’t - he kisses Jeongguk’s cheek, giggling. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
Five minutes later, the others find them on the couch in the midst of giggles, Jeongguk leaning against Taehyung’s chest while Jimin feeds him Yoongi’s famous pancakes, kissing the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth every now and then with the excuse of Jeongguk having something there.
“Jeez,” Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms. “Way to deflower breakfast.”
“You’re in one of your tsundere moods again, Yoongs,” Hoseok calls him out. “They’re just being cute ‘nd soft.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.
“That’s how they’re meant to be,” Namjoon chuckles. “Like that. It’s good to see they made up.”
“Wasn’t as good to hear them make up last night, but yeah,” Seokjin laughs. “Maybe we should look for a secondary dorm after all, huh.”