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Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook had a rocky relationship for most of the three years they were together. It started off well, but perhaps dating a 20-year-old when you were 22 and out in the real world while he was still bogged down in college wasn’t actually the best start. Even though they were arguing all the time, looking for even the littlest thing to pick a fight about, Jimin still had hopes for them. They tried for a lot longer than they probably should have, Jungkook finally being the one to officially end their relationship in February 2021.
Jimin had loved Jungkook, deeply. But they weren’t right for each other. He mourned their relationship, but knew Jungkook had made the right choice to split them up.
Still didn’t make it easy when he heard just two months later that Jungkook was dating THE Kim Taehyung. You know, the model with the most beautiful face?
As if Jimin hadn’t felt ugly enough. Of course his boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, finds love with one of the best looking people in Korea.
Fuck.
So maybe Jimin tried to do the same, flirt with rich, handsome men. But nobody ever felt right.
Maybe he’d just be alone forever.
He should have been a better boyfriend. He should have been more understand of the fact Jungkook was in school, studying and taking exams. He should have gotten angry less at Jungkook not having enough time to spend with Jimin.
He should have learned to be calmer.
And now he was too late.
Because he was staring at what was definitely a wedding invitation from his ex-boyfriend.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook
On July 12, 2022 in Busan, South Korea.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK!
“Hyung, why the fuck is he inviting me to his wedding? I haven’t spoken to him since he moved out!” Jimin complained, throwing himself on top of the bar with a dramatic wail. How could Jeon Jungkook be getting married in just two months?
Kim Seokjin, the titular hyung, sighed. “Stop being dramatic in my bar. I hate it.” Jimin pouted as he sat back on the stool and looked over the bar at Jin. “And I don’t know why he’s doing this. Jungkook never struck me as the petty type. And this is fucking petty. You’re not friends. You haven’t spoken. There are two reasons you invite an ex to your wedding. One,” he said with a dramatic flourish of his hand, “because you’re still friends and the spouse-to-be is also friends with you and it’s totally chill for you to be at the wedding. But two,” he said with another dramatic flourish, “is the petty reason. Because you’re a fucking dick who wants to show off how fucking happy you are with your new beau and you want to shove it down your ex’s throat. Which can often mean you aren’t happy. And I might be entirely basing that on my ex that invited me to his wedding, and I went with Joonie, and then they divorced two months later when my ex’s husband cheated on him. So…you know.”
Jimin frowned. “Kook-ah was never that petty. Could he have changed so much in a year?”
Jin shrugged softly. “Who knows, baby boy. Break-ups can change people, even ones where you realize its for the best. And let’s be real, Kim Taehyung is a rich model. Money changes people.” He looked down length of the bar, nodding his head at a customer. “Be back.” Jin moved off to do his job, leaving Jimin to stare at the invitation on the bar in front of him.
Could he really go to Jungkook’s wedding?
Fuck.
“It’s a little early to be so stressed, Jimin-ssi,” a deep voice said from in front of him.
Jimin looked up, smiling as he recognized Jin’s most recent employee Min Yoongi. And if he had a silly crush on the older man? Who cares? “Hey Yoongi-ssi.” Yoongi had only worked for Jin in the bar for a couple of weeks and was still getting used to Jin’s “annoying friends that would drop by”, as he liked to put it. Jimin had been struck by Yoongi’s soft features and cute button nose the first time he saw him. And the first time he spoke? Woo boy. That voice could do things to him.
But Jin told Jimin Yoongi was off limits as his employee, so Jimin kept his flirting to himself. Mostly.
Even if he would love to wrap his thighs around Yoongi’s head.
“It’s just dumb, don’t worry about it,” Jimin said, waving off the older man.
“You sure? I’m told bartenders give great advice.”
Jimin chuckled. “Yoongi-ssi, you’re the chef, not a bartender!”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Semantics, Jimin-ssi. But I am here, if you’d like advice from someone other than Mr. Always Been In Love With Kim Namjoon,” he said sarcastically.
“Hey, I heard that!” Jin shouted as he walked over, having served the only other customer at the bar. It was, after all, only 4pm on a Wednesday. Even though Eat Jin was quickly becoming a go-to spot on the south side of Seoul, known for its delicious bar treats more so than for the alcohol, and for the occasional singing performance by Jimin himself (not that he was well known, but people seemed to like his voice well enough), there were still times when it was quiet and peaceful. Jimin liked these moments, when he could have time with his friend. “Tell him, Jiminie. Tell grumpy Yoongi what your dick ex is doing.”
“Hey, Kook-ah isn’t a dick! Well…maybe he is. I don’t know.” Jimin sighed. He pushed the invitation across the bar towards Yoongi. He picked it up carefully with his long fingers and Jimin definitely didn’t think about what it would feel like to have those fingers deep in his ass. Absolutely not.
Yoongi’s lips moved silently as he read the card. Then his eyes flicked up to Jimin’s. “What the actual fuck? Are you telling me your ex-boyfriend has invited you to his wedding?” Jimin nodded. “Are you still friends?” He shook his head, frowning hard. “I’m guessing your ex isn’t the model in this equation.” He nodded again. “Jesus fuck, Jimin-ssi! Your ex is a dick! Who the fuck does that? He didn’t even contact you? Say hi before he sent this bombshell?”
Jimin shook his head again as Yoongi set the invitation back on the bar. “Nope. Nothing that I noticed. Just an invitation to his wedding. I haven’t spoken to him since he moved out.”
“Which, by the way Yoongi-ah, they broke up in February of last year.”
“A fucking year. Jesus hell. Sorry, Jimin, but your ex sucks. Even if he’s just going along with his fiance or whatever, this is still a dick move. There’s no need to invite someone who is not only your ex-boyfriend, but also someone you haven’t spoken to since you broke up! Man, this is bullshit. Do not go to this guys wedding! Tell him to get stuffed.”
“So…you’re telling me,” Jimin began seriously, his lips pulled into a thin line as he thought, “that I shouldn’t go on grindr and find a super hot, rich, successful man to pretend to be my boyfriend and take him to the wedding so I can pretend, in front of Kook-ah and his model husband, that I am happy and also in a relationship and doing super fucking well and I definitely don’t sometimes lay awake and jerk off thinking about my ex-boyfriend and his, quite frankly, perfect dick?”
Jin and Yoongi stared silently at Jimin, Jin’s eyes wide in surprise while Yoongi looked utterly disappointed in Jimin.
“No, please don’t fucking do that,” Yoongi finally deadpanned. “Also, I don’t care how perfect your ex’s dick was, find new jerk off material. It’s been a year, Jimin-ssi. Look at other dicks. You’ll find a better one, I’m sure.”
“I don’t know, Yoongi-ssi. His dick was perfect. The right thickness. Great length. And just a little bit of a hook. Loved it. Perfect. No one will ever compare.”
“Okay, so I think I regret not suggesting you go to therapy after you two broke up,” Jin interjected. “And yes, it sounds lovely. But it’s been a year, baby. Yoongi is right, you’ve got to find a new dick to jerk to. That’s it.” Jin turned, hands up, looking for something on the counter. He reached for his phone and turned. “I know so many gay men. We’ll find you someone, you’ll get over Kookie’s dick. It’ll be fine.”
“Dating sucks, hyung. Men suck. I regret being gay,” Jimin whined, putting his elbows on the counter and setting his head in his hands. “I like my idea of hiring a boyfriend.”
“Not happening on my watch,” Yoongi said, staring Jimin down. “Also, nothing to regret about being gay. Dating sucks no matter what you’re orientation. Don’t despair, Jimin-ssi, your hyungs will help you.”
Jimin perked up a little. “Does that mean I can call you hyung, hyung?” he asked excitedly.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but nodded, the hint of a smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah. Call me hyung. Only if you promise to stop jerking off to your ex-boyfriend.”
“What the actual fuck have I walked in on?” a voice said from behind Jimin.
“Oh Joonie, get a load of this!” Jin said. He excitedly filled his longtime partner in on Jimin’s dilemma as Namjoon took a seat at the bar next to Jimin. “So, you see, Jimin should have gone to therapy after Kookie left him.”
“Because he still jerks off to him? I don’t know, Jinnie hyung. You remember that guy I dated in school before I eventually accepted you were the love of my life?”
“Who? Fucking Seungkwan? That loser?” Jin asked, annoyed to be thinking about one of Namjoon’s ex-boyfriends.
Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, him. He had a nice dick and I definitely still jerked off to him after we broke up until you and I started dating.”
“What! Kim Namjoon! You fucking loser!” Jin shouted, pacing behind the bar in a dramatic fashion. “I can’t believe I’ve let you put your dick in my ass! Jerking off to an ex is ridiculous!”
Namjoon shrugged, not at all bothered by Jin’s outburst. “I was 17 and the internet wasn’t what it is today for gay porn. You do what you can. And it’s only been a year. It’d be weird if it had been six years and Jimin was still jerking it to Kookie. Give him time.” He turned to Jimin, regarding him curiously for a moment. “You’re not going to go, are you? Kook’s not talked to you at all since he left, right?” Jimin nodded. “Right, so this seems petty. Which is a dick move on Kook’s part. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”
“It sucks. If I go and have my pretend boyfriend, I can look like I’m happy! But I can also look like I’m petty. If I don’t go, then it looks like I’m scared, even if I’m not. I lose either way,” Jimin complained, slamming his hands on the bar. “Why couldn’t he just not send me a damn invitation!”
“Here’s my advice,” Yoongi said as he leaned forward on the counter to look Jimin in the eyes. He definitely didn’t focus on the muscles bulging in Yoongi’s arms. Not at all. “Send back the RVSP with a no thank you, go fuck yourself. Then, find yourself a nice beach to go to that weekend, preferably not in Busan. Maybe in Spain or something. I don’t know beaches.”
Jin scoffed. “Obviously, you’re as pale as a ghost.”
“Shut up. Anyway. Go somewhere you want to go for the weekend. Suck a dick. Suck five. Get your dick sucked. Do whatever, use protection, have fun. Don’t give your dumbass ex a single thought. Take some photos of you looking sexy. Come back home, put them on instagram. Show off how happy you are, because you are. Yes, relationships can be nice, but rushing into one just to prove something doesn’t make you happy. Anyway, put your photos on instagram, let him see how nice of a weekend you had. And don’t ever give him another thought. And one day, should you ever get married, don’t even think of sending him an invitation. Because he…” Yoongi gestured towards Jimin, wanting him to finish the thought.
“Doesn’t deserve it?” Jimin finished hesitantly.
“Exactly!” Yoongi said, slapping the bar. “That’s my advice.”
“So…you think I’m sexy, hyung?” he asked with a bright smile, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, stop!” Jin yelled. “Not the point. Also, don’t!” Jin glared at Yoongi, who was just shrugging, before looking back at Jimin. “But he’s right. Go on vacation that weekend somewhere other than Busan and enjoy your life, okay? Maybe don’t suck five dicks, but also, I won’t slut shame. Do what you want. Find a better dick to jerk off to.”
Jimin sighed loudly. “Yeah, I know you’re right. It just sucks. I wish I had been a better boyfriend to him. I think we could have been together forever.”
“Ah, Jimin-ah. You don’t hold all of the blame in your relationship failing, you know. Jungkook was immature about a lot of things, especially in the end. You two forced a lot of ultimatums on each other and it fell apart. Yeah, you could have been a better boyfriend. So could he. He’s moved on, apparently, and now you need to let it go too. You deserve the chance to be happy,” Namjoon said, grabbing Jimin’s hand gently. He gave it a little squeeze. “There’s someone out there for you. Maybe he’s rich, maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s successful, maybe he’s not. But somebody out there will make you so happy. I promise you.”
Jimin could feel himself tearing up, something he hadn’t expected to do at 4pm in his friend’s bar. He leaned his forehead into Namjoon’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. “Being alone sucks.”
“I know. But you won’t be alone forever,” he said as he ran his hand through Jimin’s hair. “You’ll find someone, promise.”
Jimin nudged Namjoon’s shoulder with his head and then sat back up. He looked across the bar, Jin and Yoongi looking sweetly at the pair. “You really think I’m sexy, hyung?”
Jin groaned, turning and walking away.
Yoongi shrugged. “Course. I’m not blind. Though even a blind person could tell you’re sexy. Love yourself more, Jimin-ssi. You deserve it.”
“Give me a nickname, hyung! It’s only fair!” he encouraged Yoongi.
“Don’t! Stop hitting on my employee, Jimin!” Jin yelled from the other end of the bar.
Jimin ignored his hyung, smiling sweetly at Yoongi. “Ignore him, hyung. Give me a nickname. Give me more advice on how many dicks to suck. It’s fun!”
Yoongi rolled his eyes before turning away from the bar. “I have to go back to cooking, Jimin-ssi. I’ll give you more advice some other time.”
“Oh, boo,” Jimin pouted. He turned to Namjoon, frowning. “You think I hurt Kookie that much, that’s why he’s being petty?” he asked quietly.
The other man shrugged. “Hard to know. He cut all of us out of his life when he left you, not that I blame him. We were your friends first. Though I do miss the little bunny. I just can only hope he’s doing this because he is happy, not because he feels like he has something to prove to anyone.”
“Me too. I miss him, but I just want him to be happy. That’s all.”
Jimin allowed himself a few days to mope, sitting around his apartment in his underwear, drinking soju and watching sad movies. Jin and Joon gave him a few days, but by Sunday, they were done with his moping. They forced their way into his apartment, Joon helping Jimin into the shower to get clean and put on clean clothes while Jin made a proper meal.
He had great friends.
So Jimin picked himself up and started researching places he could vacation.
“Do you think I can just disappear for two weeks?” Jimin asked one day at the bar, staring at his phone as he swiped through travel deals.
“Do you want to disappear for two weeks?” Jin asked, leaning on the bar.
He shrugged. “Why not? I should really work on my tan.”
“I mean, sure. If you’ve got the time, go for it. Hell, maybe Joonie and I can visit you for a few days somewhere.”
“Oh, hyung, that’d be fun! Have you ever been to Ibiza?” He swiped on his phone. “Maybe I should go to Hawaii.”
“Ibiza is better for gay bars,” Yoongi said as he walked by. “Lots of hot men. Good for getting your dick sucked. Or sucking dick.”
Jin and Jimin both looked up, following Yoongi with their eyes.
“Hyung, you’re such a little slut!” Jimin said excitedly. “I love it!”
“Stop it!” Jin admonished him. “I swear, Jiminie!”
Yoongi stood beside Jin behind the bar, putting a plate of nachos in front of Jimin. “Eat, Minnie,” he ordered softly.
Jimin smiled brightly, preening under the attention. “Thanks, hyung!”
He winked at Jimin before heading back into the kitchen, leaving Jin to stare at Jimin with narrowed eyes and his hands on his hips. “What’s up between you two?” he questioned.
“Nothing, hyung. Not as much as I would like, anyways. Oh, would you let him come on vacation with me?” Jimin teased, smiling sweetly at his hyung.
Jin glared. “Don’t push it. You know my rule.”
Jimin pouted dramatically. “Not my fault you hire hot people. You should only hire ugly men! Then I won’t flirt. What were you thinking hiring someone looking like such a fine snack, hyung? What did you expect?”
His hyung rolled his eyes, dramatically turning away. “Noted. Only ugly people for Eat Jin from now on.”
Jimin ate his nachos and drank his beer as he continued swiping through his phone, still unable to decide where to go on vacation. He honestly really wanted to go to Busan. Not for Jungkook, but just because it was home. He missed his parents and his brother. He loved the beaches in Busan. But he understood why his hyungs has suggested he stay away. It would be weird if he ran into Jungkook there.
And yes, he had already sent in his RSVP saying no.
His nachos were almost gone when Yoongi plopped down on the stool next to him at the bar.
“Look, what do you really want out of this vacation?” Yoongi asked, plucking Jimin’s phone out of his hand. He started scrolling through the phone.
“To not think about Jungkook,” Jimin answered honestly.
“Okay. How do you want to do that? There’s several ways to accomplish, that some more legal than others.”
“I don’t know. Maybe, do things he would never do with me?”
“Such as?” Yoongi prompted.
“Well, um…,” Jimin trailed off. He didn’t know Yoongi very well, though he would like to know the man biblically, but he didn’t want to get laughed at. Yoongi nudged his arm gently. “Have you heard of Gaudi?”
“The architect? Of course.”
Jimin nodded. “Yeah. I don’t really get architecture, if I’m honest, but I just love the weirdness of his stuff. Spain still has a lot of his buildings up, so there’s a Gaudi tour you can go on. I always wanted to, even got Jungkook to go with me to Spain once, but he thought architecture was dumb and didn’t understand why I cared since I didn’t get it anyways.”
“So you were there, in Spain, and could have seen his building and Jungkook said no?” Jimin nodded sadly. “Well that sucks. And is really shitty. One of things about being in a relationship is encouraging your partner in your their likes. As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, what does it matter if you don’t understand architecture? Shit. Go to Spain, Minnie, take the tour. Enjoy the fuck out of it. I’d love to see it. It’s so fascinating. Take pictures for me.”
“Yeah, I will, hyung. Thanks.” Jimin leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, knowing he and Yoongi probably weren’t at that point yet, but what could he say? “Thanks for everything, hyung. I definitely would have gone to his wedding with a fake boyfriend and embarrassed myself otherwise.”
Yoongi chuckled, his shoulder moving slightly under Jimin’s head. He put Jimin’s phone down on the counter, sliding it over. “Then I’m glad I was here to help. Though for the record, if you really, really wanted to do the fake boyfriend at the wedding thing, I would have done it.” He leaned his head on top of Jimin’s. “But only if I could have ‘accidentally’ poured wine on Jungkook’s suit. And imagine if we pretended to have loud, gross sex the morning of the wedding so all of the guests in the hotel can hear us. Come to the wedding with hickeys. It would have been magical.”
Jimin giggled as he imagined Yoongi causing so much havoc, he leaned too far back and started to fall off his stool. “Oh shit!” he called out, preparing to hit the ground hard.
But Yoongi had turned quickly, grabbing Jimin’s arms before he could fall too far. “Careful, Minnie!” he teased.
Jimin slid the rest of the way off the stool, helped by Yoongi so he could carefully put his feet on the ground. Only when he was standing still did Yoongi let go of his arms. “Thanks, hyung. Saved my life twice!”
Yoongi chuckled as he shook his head. “I don’t know, think it’s my fault you almost died that time.”
Jimin sat back down, gently patting Yoongi’s back. “You’re a good hyung, you know? I’m really glad Jin hired you. I hope you’ll stick around for a while.”
“I don’t know, Minnie. I was thinking of looking for another job,” Yoongi admitted, starting to push up from his seat.
“What, no, hyung! You can’t leave!” Jimin whined, his heart starting to beat fast in a panic at the thought of not having Yoongi around. He really did like having Yoongi around. He fit in so well with Jimin, Jin, and Namjoon.
“Yeah, but Jin seems pretty serious about that ‘my employees can’t flirt with Park Jimin’ thing and well,” Yoongi said as he walked around Jimin to go back behind the bar. He stopped and turned, looking at Jimin with a smirk, “I really like flirting with Park Jimin. So…if I find another job, I get to flirt. Maybe something more? Seems like a good idea to me. Unless…you would prefer I keep working here?” His smirk faltered for a moment, Yoongi seeming to believe that maybe Jimin didn’t like him like that.
He pushed up from his stool. “NO!” he shouted, far too loudly. He blushed, sitting back down at Yoongi’s very confident smirk. “I mean…if Jin’s really going to be serious about it, then yeah, maybe you should find another job. Or we could just flirt on our own time? Maybe? Sometime?” He put his chin in his hands, smiling brightly at the other man.
Yoongi rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Yeah, that could work too. Guess it’s a good thing I put my number in your phone earlier.” He winked and then turned, heading back in to the kitchen.
Jimin shrieked, picking up his phone and scrolling through his contacts.
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
“What are you shrieking about in my bar?” Jin asked as he walked up to Jimin, eying him warily.
Jimin hugged his phone to his chest, smiling sweetly at his hyung. “Yoongi hyung helped me figure out where I’m going on vacation!” he said, sort of lying. Would it be too soon to invite Yoongi on vacation with him?
“Oh, nice. Where?”
“I’m going to travel around Spain. Get some beach time in, but also enjoy the culture. Learn something. Do the things Jungkookie never wanted to do on vacation.”
Jin leaned on the bar, smiling softly at his dongsaeng. “That sounds perfect. Take lots of pictures, hmm?”
He nodded. “Not leaving yet, but yes, hyung. Promise!”
Jin walked away, leaving Jimin to himself. He quickly sent Yoongi a text, saying hello. He finished off his nachos and beers, paid his tab, and shouted out a goodbye to Jin before he left the bar. He practically skipped all of the way home, excited at being able to properly flirt with Yoongi. And happy to find the man wanted to flirt back.
At home in his modest apartment, Jimin prepared for his evening of video games with his brother and cousins. The four boys were all similar in age, but lived across the country and hardly ever got to see each other. So a couple of times a week, they would meet online to play video games together. Jimin was terrible at Overwatch, but tonight they would be playing it as it’s his brother Jihyun’s favorite game. And Tuesday nights are when Jihyun gets to choose the game. So Jimin would put up with it.
He showered, singing loudly as he washed his hair. He swung his hips around to the music in his head. Funny how a simple interaction with Yoongi could brighten up Jimin’s whole week.
Nothing could bring him down.
Except a text from his ex-boyfriend.
He climbed out of the shower, dried off, applied a healthy amount of lotion, before dressing in his favorite sweatpants and shirt. He noticed his phone had a new text message when he came back into the living room to set up for the video game, excited at the thought of Yoongi texting him back.
But it wasn’t Yoongi.
The Ex With The Perfect Dick You’ll Never Touch Again
Hyung, are you really not coming? [6:39pm]
“What the fuck?” Jimin breathed out. Why the hell was Jungkook texting him now? He panicked, making some sort of trapped animal noise in the back of his throat as he paced his living room and stared at his phone.
What do I do?
He knew Yoongi was still at work and probably busy, but he needed advice. If left to his own device, Jimin would undoubtedly make a terrible choice right now.
Minnie
HYUNG! PLEASE! The Ex texted me!!
WHAT DO I DO? [6:57pm]
He held his phone to his chest as he returned to his pacing. Jimin knew he was still too weak for Jungkook. The only reason he had RSVP’d no to his wedding was because, quite frankly, Yoongi had told him to. He might have been tempted to ignore Jin and Namjoon, but Yoongi had been adamant that Jimin said no. And Jimin liked Yoongi’s face and didn’t want to disappoint him.
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
What did he say? [7:01pm]
Minnie
He literally said: Hyung, are you really not coming? [7:03pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Woah, the asshole really expected you to come?
How the hell does he get off sounding disappointed? He broke up with you and hasn’t said shit to you over the last year?
And now he really wants you at his wedding to another man?
What the fuck? [7:07pm]
Minnie
I KNOW!
Tell me what to say, hyung. I’m weak. I’ll agree to go.
Don’t let me! [7:09pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Don’t worry, Minnie. Hyung has you.
Say this:
We haven’t spoken for a year. We’re not friends anymore. I’m not sure why you think I’d come to your wedding.
I wish you the best, but we’re not in each other’s lives anymore.
I hope you have a wonderful wedding.
And just leave it at that. Block him if you have to, but he doesn’t need anything more than that. Okay, Min? [7:14pm]
Minnie
Thanks hyung! You’re the best! [7:15pm]
Jimin took a deep breath and then slowly copied what his hyung had told him.
Jimin
We haven’t spoken for a year. We’re not friends anymore. I’m not sure why you think I’d come to your wedding.
I wish you the best, but we’re not in each other’s lives anymore.
I hope you have a wonderful wedding. [7:21pm]
Jimin set his phone down on the coffee table and moved around, finishing getting ready for the evening. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and a bag of his favorite chicken snack, setting them on the coffee table next to his phone. As he bent over, his phone began ringing. Fear struck his heart when “The Ex With The Perfect Dick You’ll Never Touch Again” popped up on the caller ID.
“Oh fuck!” Jimin backed away from the phone, watching it with wide eyes as it rang and rang. Eventually, the phone stopped. Jimin immediately reached for it, hurriedly texting Yoongi again.
Minnie
HYUNG
HE CALLED ME!
I THINK I;M GONA DIE FUCK ME HYUNG FUCK FUCK FUCK [7:34pm]
Jimin slowly fell to his knees, praying Jungkook wouldn’t call again. Texts he could handle. It was easy to take a deep breath and ask a friend for help. But he was all alone. He couldn’t handle talking to Jungkook on the phone. He’d agree to attend the wedding before he knew it. Jugnkook could get anything out of Jimin. Fuck.
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Jesus Christ, Min.
You didn’t pick up, did you? [7:36pm]
Minnie
No! I resisted. But what if he calls back?
Hyung, I’m too weak for this. [7:38pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Take a deep breath, Minnie
You’ll be okay. Just don’t pick up.
You don’t need to talk to him.
What else does he really need to say? [7:43pm]
Minnie
I am not God’s strongest soldier, hyung [7:45pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Then turn off your phone for the rest of the night [7:47pm]
Minnie
Shit hyung, that’s a good idea!
I’m turning it off.
Talk to you tomorrow! [7:50pm]
Jimin immediately powered his phone down, hoping nobody else would try to get in contact with him. He set his phone back down on the table and let out a huge sigh of relief. It was going to be okay.
He was going to be okay.
Not long later, Jimin was settled comfortably on his couch, controller in hand, and his headset on, stumbling his way through the weekly Overwatch match.
“Hyung, if you played more than once a week, you might actually get good,” his younger brother Jihyun teased him after his second failed game.
“Sorry I’m too popular to play Overwatch every night.”
One of his cousins snorted. “Yeah, right, popular. That’s why you don’t play video games. Not because you fall into bed at 9pm!”
“Getting eight hours of sleep a night is important, you little bitch!” Jimin snapped. The other men erupted into laughter while Jimin grumbled.
“Ah, hyung, come on. You don’t do much, be honest. When was the last time you went on a date?” Jihyun asked.
“Well, for your information, I’m currently engaging in a new relationship of sorts. So suck it, you single loser.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” his cousin Jeonghan asked.
“It means we’ve been flirting for weeks and today he gave me his number. And he said he would totally attend my ex’s wedding as my boyfriend and spill wine on my ex’s tux and also fuck me silly, and loudly, the morning of the wedding so everyone could hear. So, that’s what the means.” Okay, so maybe Jimin was stretching the truth a little bit. So what? Jeonghan wouldn’t meet Yoongi until years from now when they finally get married, so Yoongi would never know about Jimin’s slight distortion of the truth.
“Wait…which ex? Jesus Christ, Jimin, are you going to Jungkook’s wedding?” Jihyun shouted.
“Woah, is Jungkook getting married? Already? Didn’t you guys just break up last year? What the hell!”
Oh fuck, yeah. Jimin forgot he would have to explain.
Unsurprisingly, Park Jihyun, Park Jeonghan, and Park Junghoon hated Jungkook once he broke up with Jimin. If you could believe Junghoon, then he had never liked Jungkook (though Jimin was pretty sure that wasn’t true). But they were all angry when Jungkook left Jimin brokenhearted, even if Jimin had tried to convince his family that it was okay because he and Jungkook just didn’t work together.
“Oh, uh, yeah. So…uh, last week, I got an invitation in the mail to Jungkook’s wedding in July. Get this, he’s marrying that model Kim Taehyung! In Busan!”
“What the fuck?” Junghoon spat. “Man, that sucks. I’m such a fan of Taehyung. He’s hot as hell. Had no idea he was getting married. Good for him for keeping it secret. But also, fuck him, you know.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “So anyway, Jungkook invited me to his wedding. But, I said no. And now Jungkook’s calling and texting me. So I turned off my phone. Because I know if I talk to him, I’ll say yes. And I don’t need to say yes. Even though I have a super hot guy who will go with me, Jin hyung and Joonie hyung are right that it’s not good for my mental health to go. And it’s super fucking petty of Jungkook to ignore me for a year and then suddenly invite me to his wedding. Fucking rude.”
“Yeah, that’s rude as hell, hyung. I’m gonna kick his ass,” Jihyun announced.
“What? No! Jihyunnie! Please don’t beat up Jungkook. Even if he deserves it for being dumb, don’t do it. We should all just ignore him. You know? He’s not a part of my life anymore and that’s okay. We had three years together and they were mostly okay, but it’s over. He’s moving on and I’m going to find new dick. It’s fine! Also, I’m booking a vacation to Spain during the wedding anyway, so I can’t go.”
“Spain? Haven’t you been there before?” Jeonghan asked.
“Yup. With Kookie. But there were a lot of things I didn’t get to do because he didn’t want to do them. So now I can! And it’s okay because I am mentally well.”
“Hmm, are you, hyung?”
Jimin shrugged, even if they couldn’t see him. “I mean, mostly? Yeah, I miss being in a relationship, but I really did get a guys number today! And he’s hot! And so sweet and he’s the one who told me to go to Spain and do what I want. He works for Jin hyung, so we have to pretend not to flirt at the bar.”
“That must be hell. Park Jimin not flirt with a hot man? That should be grounds for divorce from Jin hyung!” Jihyun joked.
“Exactly. Text Jin hyung and tell him to stop cockblocking me. Haven’t I suffered enough? My ex wants me at his wedding to a fucking world famous model! I deserve to flirt with the hot chef whenever I want!”
“Ooo, he’s a chef? Nice! He can cook sexy meals for you!” Junghoon said.
“I know! Once I twerk on his pretty dick, my life will be complete and he’ll be mine forever,” Jimin said dreamily.
“Oh fuck, I hate where this conversation has gone. Can we go back to playing Overwatch?”
“Don’t be a whiny bitch, Jihyun. I am unfortunately familiar with how much you like being choked by your girlfriends, so shut up.” He rolled his eyes as his little brother started protesting, their cousins jumping on the teasing train.
The men played for another couple of hours, finally shutting down just before midnight.
“Good luck with your sexy chef, Jiminie!” Junghoon called out before they hung up for the night.
“Don’t go to that bastards wedding, please!” Jihyun said. “Also, if I see him around town, I will punch him for being dumb enough to invite you. Okay bye!”
“Jihyun!” Jimin called out, but his brother had already signed off. Jimin sighed, taking his headset off. He eyed his phone carefully. Should he?
Nah.
He busied himself cleaning up his living room, making sure the water bottles got recycled and all of the trash ended up in the trash can. He grabbed his phone before heading back to his bedroom. He plugged it in to the charger, watching the phone begin to turn on before he got to his nighttime routine.
Eventually, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Jimin crept back into his bedroom, crawling into his bed in his pajamas before reaching for his phone.
The Ex With The Perfect Dick You’ll Never Touch Again
Why are you ignoring me?
Can’t we just talk about this?
Pick up, please? [7:52pm]
3 missed calls from The Ex With The Perfect Dick You’ll Never Touch Again
The Ex With The Perfect Dick You’ll Never Touch Again
Jimin hyung, please!
I want you at my wedding, you’re important to me.
This is a big moment for me and I want you to be apart of it. [8:41pm]
I don’t get it, hyung.
We used to be so close. [8:59pm]
Jimin scoffed. Yeah, we were close, you fucking asshole. And then we broke up! He sighed loudly, putting his phone on the end table before rolling himself into his blanket. Why was Jungkook being so weird about this?
Whatever.
Jungkook kept texting Jimin. No matter how much Jimin didn’t respond, Jungkook just kept texting. And not just about the wedding. He wanted to “catch up”.
“I fucking hate him, hyung! Who the hell does he think he is?” Jimin yelled over the bar at Jin Wednesday afternoon.
“Fucking hell, Jiminie. That kid is really on something. I think you need to block him. This is ridiculous.”
Jimin crossed his arms angrily, pouting. “Why does he want me at his wedding so badly? It’s fucking weird.”
“Did you ask him?” Namjoon asked from beside Jimin.
He shook his head. “I’m trying not to engage. I’m weak. If I start talking to him, I won’t stop.”
“True,” Jin said as he nodded. “You are the weakest link. Which…get this…Joon and I got something real funny in the mail the other day…”
Jimin cocked his head. “Huh?”
“Jungkook invited us to his wedding,” Namjoon stated plainly, giving Jin a weird look. Jin simply shrugged.
“What?!” Jimin shouted, slapping his hands on the counter. “Are you traitors going to go?”
“I mean, we could!” Jin said. “Think about it. We could spy for you. See if he actually is happy. Meanwhile, you’re on vacation enjoying your life. But you don’t actually have to see it. And I don’t know, maybe we’re at the wedding, chatting with Jungkookie and his husband and oh look, I got a text from Jimin! Oh look, it’s Jimin half naked with a sexy man in Spain! Whoops.”
“Fucking hell,” Namjoon muttered while Jimin laughed.
“I kind of like that idea, hyung,” Jimin said, nodding. Of course, he wouldn’t mention his hope that the sexy man would be Yoongi. But Jin could figure that out later.
“Great! So we’ll go and be your eyes in the sky, so to speak. Did you book your trip yet?”
Jimin shook his head. “On Saturday. I’m waiting until Friday to find out if the boss will give me two weeks off. He might only give me a week, so, I’ll see what I can get. But soon! In a few months, I’ll be whoring my way through the gay men of Spain.”
“Well, fuck me. Is that what you’ll be doing?” Yoongi suddenly said from next to Jimin.
He squeaked, tumbling out of his seat. Yoongi laughed as he reached for Jimin quickly, having expected the man to fall out of his seat again. He caught Jimin easily and helped him back up, gently patting him on the back before running his fingers down Jimin’s spine and then walking around to the other side of the bar.
“Hyung, what the fuck?” Jimin pouted. “Stop scaring me out of my chair!”
“To be fair to Yoongi, that’s really easy to do. You laugh funny and you take a fall. That’s hardly Yoongi hyung’s fault,” Namjoon pointed out.
Jimin stuck his tongue out at his laughing friends.
“I still don’t like that you two are friends now. I don’t hire people for them to become friends with you,” Jin whined.
Namjoon and Jimin rolled their eyes, the older man coming to Jimin’s aid. “Stop being ridiculous, Jinnie. I seem to remember when you hired Yoongi that you said, and I am directly quoting you here, ‘this man would be perfect in our group of friends. It was fate that brought him to us, Joonie. Fate!’ So quit your bitching. You always wanted it. Let them be friends.”
Jin stared at Namjoon with an open mouth as Yoongi and Jimin laughed. “Fucking traitor. Guess who’s not getting his dick sucked tonight?” he stuck his tongue out and turned on his heel, heading into the kitchen and away from his partner, who seemed very unbothered.
“He says that, but one thing you guys don’t know about Jin is he has quite an oral fixation.”
“Oh ew. I did not need to know that,” Jimin complained. “But cockwarming can be oddly relaxing.”
“Noted,” Yoongi said, smirking.
“Okay, gross,” Namjoon muttered.
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
So…cockwarming, huh? [11:21pm]
Minnie
No slut shaming, hyung. Or you’ll never get to experience my mouth or my ass. [11:23pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
Not slut shaming, baby. Just confirming how we’ll spend our weekend. [11:27pm]
Minnie
Is hyung actually giving you time off? [11:28pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
He is. I don’t work Friday or Saturday this week. [11:31pm]
Minnie
Would you like me to prep? Or do you like doing that? [11:35pm]
Yoongi the Best Hyung With a Much Better Dick
…
…
This time you prep. Suddenly I’m impatient. [11:41pm]
Minnie
My ass will be waiting, hyung <3 [11:43pm]
Friday after work, Jimin took his time in the shower, cleaning himself carefully from head to toe before slowly prepping his ass for what he hoped would be a monster cock. God knows Yoongi walked around like he was carrying a horse cock between his legs. While Jimin was no size queen, he also wanted Yoong to absolutely spear him all weekend. And maybe for the rest of their lives.
But if his cock was small, that would be okay too.
That’s why God invented dildos.
And long, knobby fingers.
And beautiful mouths.
Jimin was (im)patiently waiting on his couch, a full bottle of lube sitting on the table in front of him with a handful of condoms next to it, when Yoongi finally knocked on his door. He pushed up, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, before walking to the door. He had prepared a whole seduction routine for as soon as he saw Yoongi, but it turned out to be unnecessary.
He didn’t even have time to say hi. As soon as the door was open, Yoongi had pushed through, grabbing Jimin and hoisting him up on his waist, pulling their faces together and devouring his lips. Jimin had enough sense of mind to slam the door shut behind Yoongi before he got too lost in his kisses.
“Fuck,” Jimin moaned into Yoongi’s mouth.
“Been thinking about you all day. All night. Was so fucking hard today. Fuck,” Yoongi cursed, stumbling over to the couch with Jimin held protectively in his arms. “Gonna be hard not to fuck you right away.” He gently lowered Jimin to the couch, Jimin reluctantly parting from his grasp. “Clothes off, baby,” he ordered.
Jimin watched open mouthed as Yoongi stood back and stripped off his own shirt. He was pale. And fuck, his nipples were pink. Jimin had never been with a Korean man with pink nipples.
Fuck, would his dick be pink too?
A whimper left his mouth.
Yoongi smirked. “Clothes, Minnie.”
Jimin had never gotten naked so quickly in his life. He thanked past Jimin for putting on sweatpants instead of stupidly pulling on the jeans that may make his ass look fat as hell, but were a pain to get off. Naked, Jimin watched, almost drooling, as Yoongi pulled off his underwear and jeans, his cute, pink cock dropping between his legs. Not a monster cock, but God it just might be the perfect size. And his balls were huge.
Jimin wanted it all in his mouth.
But first things first.
“What’ll be most comfortable for you, baby? Should we lay down? Watch some TV? You want to sit on my lap?” Yoongi asked, lightly stroking his leaking cock.
“Wanna cuddle you, hyung. Sit,” he told him, moving his legs so Yoongi could sit comfortably on the couch. Yoongi sat down, putting a pillow behind his back as he found a comfortable position. Once he was settled, Jimin handed him an opened condom, waiting as Yoongi rolled it down his length. He squirted an unnecessary amount of lube on Yoongi’s sizable cock before putting the bottle back on the table. Jimin then climbed on Yoongi’s lap, his thick thighs going on either side of Yoongi’s pale and thinner legs. With Yoongi’s help, Jimin sank slowly onto Yoongi’s cock, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning loudly as he was filled up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yoongi panted, gripping Jimin’s hips tightly. Once Jimin bottomed out, the pair stilled, letting them both adjust. “You doing okay, Minnie?” Yoongi asked softly after a couple of minutes.
“So good, Yoonie. So fucking good,” he breathed out.
Yoongi chuckled and gently pulled Jimin closer, guiding his head to lay on Yoongi’s shoulder. Jimin relaxed into his hold, moaning when Yoongi’s dick twitched in his ass.
“No twitching, hyung. Not fair.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll be good. Is there anything you want to watch?” he asked, picking up the remote from next to him.
“Watch what you want, hyung. I’m gonna nap. Fuck me when you’re ready.”
“Shit. Knew you were perfect from the moment we met,” Yoongi whispered as he softly kissed Jimin’s shoulder. “Rest, baby. I’ve got you.”
Jimin settled down, letting his mind shut off as he enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in Yoongi’s embrace and having his perfect cock shoved up his ass. Most of the guys he had dated had little interest in cockwarming, not understanding the appeal. And the few who did like it, preferred mouth cockwarming. It wasn’t that big of a deal to Jimin, but God did it hurt his jaw to stay open for that long. He was much more fond of cockwarming someone in his ass. It just worked so nicely.
And to think, Jin hadn’t wanted Jimin to flirt with Yoongi.
Jimin fell asleep easily, feeling so content and safe in Yoongi’s arms, vaguely aware of the TV playing some cooking show in the background. Eventually, he slowly came to, his brain trying to catch up as he completely woke up. It didn’t take long for him to realize his hips were being moved, Yoongi’s long fingers holding him tightly as he rolled Jimin along his lap.
He moaned when Yoongi’s dick stretched his rim.
“Awake, baby?” Yoongi whispered softly.
Jimin hummed, smacking his lips a little. Yoongi’s fingers let go of his hips, moving down to his ass cheeks and gripping tightly, just like Jimin liked. He spread his cheeks apart, pulled his own hips down as much as he could given he was sitting underneath Jimin and then slammed up into him. Jimin moaned loudly, sitting up straight and leaning his head back. “Fuck!”
“How about now?”
“Yes, fuck, hyung, I’m awake.” Jimin grabbed the back of Yoongi’s head, holding onto his hair as he adjusted himself on top of his lap. “Couldn’t even be nice and wait for me to wake up. Such a mean Yoonie,” he pouted. Jimin thanked past Jimin for being so interested in working out his thighs. It really made riding cocks so much easier. He started slow, teasing Yoongi as he raised himself up and down on his cock as an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Now who’s being mean?” Yoongi grunted out.
Jimin giggled, increasing his pace. “Just making sure you know who is in charge here, sexy chef.”
“Not me?”
He shook his head, smashing their lips together. “Not you,” he whispered against Yoongi’s wet and swollen lips. He rocked back and forth, rolling his hips in a circle, feeling Yoongi’s cock touch every inch of his inside. “You’ve got a fucking perfect cock, hyung. Feels so good in me.”
“Perfect cock for a perfect ass, hmm?” He punctuated his thought with a loud slap on Jimin’s ass. He squeaked against Yoongi’s lips. “Perfect ass. Perfect thighs. You’re a marvel, Park Jimin.”
Jimin slowed his movements and leaned back from him, smiling shyly at the man beneath him. “Shush hyung, or you might just make me fall in love with you.”
Yoongi let go of his ass cheeks, moving his hands slowly up Jimin’s waist to his chest to his face. He cradled Jimin’s hands in face. “Like you haven’t already fallen for me and my perfect cock.” He pulled Jimin back towards him so he could gently kiss his plump lips. Yoongi kissed Jimin tenderly and sweetly, like he hadn’t come over tonight to get cockwarmed.
Like maybe there was something more between them.
But Jimin didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. He could worry about it later. But right now, he really wanted to come on Yoongi’s pale, pink chest.
He adjusted himself again, pushing up to his feet, just the tip of Yoongi’s cock still in his wet asshole, his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, and then he dropped down hard. Up and down, he slammed himself down on Yoongi’s cock as hard as he could.
Yoongi moved his hands down to Jimin’s thighs, holding him and trying to help him move, though Jimin didn’t really need his help. He could do this all night. And one day, he just might.
Fuck, how long could he ride Yoongi before the older man would come?
“Ah, getting close, baby,” Yoongi called out, his voice deeper than before. He let go of one of Jimin’s thighs to grab hold of his bouncing cock, squeezing the tip and making Jimin cry out.
“Fuck yes, make me come with you, please,” he begged.
“Hyung has you. Come on, baby.” He stroked Jimin tightly, his wrist twisting with every stroke. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm ripped through him, his cum spilling over Yoongi’s long fingers. “Good boy,” he whispered. Careful of his cum covered hand, Yoongi pulled Jimin closer to him, helping him get to his own orgasm, jerking up one more time into Jimin’s ass before he was spilling into the condom. Jimin could vaguely feel the heat filling the condom, part of him wishing Yoongi was coming into his ass.
Maybe one day.
Finally, Jimin stilled, settling against Yoongi’s sweaty chest. Yoongi gently ran his clean hand up and down Jimin’s back, whispering into his ear as he came down from his high.
“After we clean up, how about I make us something to eat?” Jimin suggested into Yoongi’s shoulder. He wanted to suggest Yoongi stay the night, and maybe forever, but he figured they’d get through dinner first.
“Mhm, you gonna be the sexy chef tonight?” Yoongi teased.
Jimin nodded against his shoulder. “I could even cook naked, if you want a show.”
Yoongi laughed, his gummy smile on display. “That won’t be necessary tonight, Minnie. Come on,” he gave Jimin a gentle slap on his ass, “up. Let’s get clean. I’m hungry.”
Jimin found, as Yoongi did stay the night in Saturday, and even into Sunday despite having not brought any clothes for the weekend, that being around Yoongi was easy. Talking to the older man was easy. He listened to Jimin’s concerns, took him seriously, and teased when appropriate. Jimin was certain he had never met a man quite like Min Yoongi.
He had even helped Jimin put his trip together on Saturday. Jimin had thought about inviting the man along, but didn’t want to rush anything. July was still three months away.
But one thing was certain: Jeon Jungkook’s opinion didn’t matter to Jimin anymore. As the days with Yoongi went on, as they texted each other week after week, eventually going on a real date (all without Jin’s knowledge), Jimin found himself thinking about Jungkook and his upcoming wedding less and less. He even had a couple of times where he completely forgot the reason for his vacation to Spain was because of his ex-boyfriend’s wedding.
Who needed a Jeon Jungkook when they had a Min Yoongi in their bed?
Kim Namjoon was a simple man. Or so he liked to think. He liked art. He liked nature. He liked to think about things that really made you stop and ponder. He loved his longtime boyfriend Kim Seokjin.
But sometimes, he thought his boyfriend was insane.
Going to Jeon Jungkook’s wedding? A dumb idea.
Though a part of Namjoon was very curious as to why they had been invited. Was it just a ploy for Jungkook to get closer to Jimin? And Namjoon still couldn’t figure out why Jungkook wanted Jimin there so bad.
Jungkook hadn’t taken Jimin declining the invitation well. And he took Jimin ignoring his phone calls and texts even worse.
Namjoon had been surprised when Jungkook started texting him out of nowhere, begging Namjoon to get Jimin to talk to Jungkook. Namjoon had politely told the younger man that he would do no such thing. Jimin was his own man and if wanted nothing more to do with Jungkook, he would just have to accept that.
Namjoon could practically see Jungkook’s pout in his reply of “but Joonie hyung!”.
Can’t always get what we want, kid.
He and Jungkook hadn’t been particularly close, even when Jungkook had dated Jimin. Jin and Joon were Jimin’s friends, happy to take Jungkook under their wing when the pair started dating, but Jungkook had always managed to keep some distance. As if he knew he and Jimin would not always stay together. That eventually, the two would part ways.
Namjoon did miss the kid after the pair broke up. He knew they both were to blame for the end of their relationship and Namjoon had wished he could have given Jungkook more support. But he had cut them all off when he moved out of his shared apartment with Jimin.
He didn’t blame him.
You do what you gotta do.
And Jungkook felt like he had to move on.
So why did he want Jimin at his wedding so badly?
July came a lot sooner than Namjoon had expected. The summer had a way of doing that to him. Before they knew it, Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi had dropped Jimin off at the airport, Namjoon distracting Jin while Yoongi gave Jimin a kiss goodbye. They still hadn’t told Yoongi’s boss they were properly dating, choosing to flirt every now and again at the bar to drive Jin mad. Namjoon had figured it out pretty quickly, surprised that Jin was still in the dark.
Sure, maybe he should clue his boyfriend in. It was the right thing to do, or whatever.
But it was funny.
Namjoon would tell Jin after Jimin got back from his vacation. Definitely.
Or maybe make Jimin and Yoongi tell him. Yeah, that was the better idea.
Jimin sent them half naked selfies every day, somehow finding time to either go to the beach or a pool every day in between his museum visits and city tours. Namjoon couldn’t help but be a little jealous of everything Jimin was getting to see. Jin had yet to notice the lack of “I sucked a dick tonight” texts, so he figured Jimin was running out of chances. Eventually, Jin would notice Jimin wasn’t bragging about one of the big reasons for this vacation.
Maybe they could convince Jin that Jimin was truly over Jungkook.
Friday morning, Jin and Namjoon packed up their car and headed down to Busan for the weekend. Namjoon wasn’t quite sure what to expect of the wedding. Even though Taehyung was a fairly well known model, the couple had managed to keep their impending nuptials out of the news. So Namjoon didn’t know if they should expect a fancy wedding with a lot of famous people or something more lowkey.
“It’ll be fun!” was what Jin kept saying.
Namjoon wasn’t so sure about that.
Did anyone really find weddings fun? Particularly a wedding where you’d likely know a whole two other people, if you count your own date?
They got to Busan in good time, checking into their hotel in the early afternoon. The hotel was near the beach, Jin remarking on how if they didn’t take a moonlit stroll along the beach it would be a “tragedy of remarkable proportions”. They took their luggage to their room, freshening up and changing into better clothes to enjoy the heat before they headed out of the hotel, wanting to walk along the boardwalk.
“What do you think Jimin is doing right now?” Jin asked as they walked hand in hand, Namjoon already hating just how fucking hot it was.
“Well, it’s like 7 or 8 am? So he’s probably sleeping,” Namjoon answered honestly.
“I just hope he’s not sparing Kookie a thought. Focus on the hot gay men of Spain.”
Namjoon chuckled. More like Yoongi had probably been sending the younger man nudes since Jimin left. “He’s done a lot better lately. I think he’ll be okay.”
“I’m proud of him, you know? The break-up was hard for him. He loved Kookie a lot. Hated himself a lot for not being better. I think he’s finally taking care of himself properly. Remind me to tell him I’m proud of him when we pick him up at the airport.”
“Yes, hyung.” He squeezed Jin’s hand tightly. “You’re right though. We should tell Jimin-ah that more often. We should say that kind of stuff to all of our friends more often. Maybe Jimin-ah…maybe it all wouldn’t have been so bad if we were more open, you know?”
Busan was beautiful, Namjoon had to admit. He’d only been here a couple of times. As they enjoyed their walk around the town, stopping at a ramen restaurant for dinner, Namjoon made the mental note to bring Jin back sometime for a little vacation. His boyfriend deserved some time off. Eat Jin (He thought the name was funny since it was more of a bar than an eatery. “Eat Jin but there’s not much to eat!”) had been his baby, an idea he had had as a teenager. Jin had worked hard through college, getting a hospitality degree and studying business so he would be able to run his bar well. Namjoon had done everything he could to support his boyfriend, which included staying far away from the kitchen.
But it had been a long road and Jin deserved more time off.
With Jungkook and his fiance busy with pre-wedding events, it let Namjoon and Jin just enjoy their evening. Namjoon was worried about running into Jungkook at the wedding reception, but what could be done? They had agreed to attend the wedding. Namjoon just hoped his boyfriend would behave himself in public. There was a part of Jin that just never forgave Jungkook for how things ended and for completely walking away from them all. Jin had cared for Jungkook greatly and Jungkook had just turned his back on him.
Jin didn’t forgive easily.
And Jungkook had yet to give Jin a reason for why he should be forgiven.
The next morning, they took their time getting ready, enjoying their time in the shower. Jin helped Namjoon with his hair and a touch of makeup, highlighting his lips with gloss. Namjoon thought it was a bit much, but it was a wedding for a model so…
With their invitation in hand, they headed out. Namjoon was only a little surprised at how large the venue was and how many people were attending. Maybe that was why Jungkook had wanted them there, just to have people he knew. Jin had grown quiet as they found their way to their seat on Jungkook’s side, staring wide eyed at people they were pretty sure were idols and models.
“Poor Kookie,” Jin muttered at one point.
Poor Kookie indeed.
But the wedding went off without a hitch, Jungkook looking absolutely amazing in his tailored hanbok suit, stunning in a beautiful black while Taehyung wore a matching navy blue hanbok suit. Even from their seat, which was far away from the altar, Namjoon could not only see how attractive Taehyung was, but how much love both men had for each other.
At least Jungkook had found someone he loved, Namjoon figured. And Jimin had found Yoongi.
So everything was okay now.
The guests moved to the reception in a nearby room, the tables set up around a dance floor. Jin and Namjoon were seated pretty far back, something Jin was silently fuming about. “Fucking rude,” he kept murmuring to himself. Namjoon just rolled his eyes. He did not care where they sat.
But would they ever have the chance to even say hi to Jungkook?
What was the point of coming?
The wedding speeches were sweet, even though Namjoon had to grip Jin’s thigh tightly to keep him from groaning out loud during Jungkook’s ridiculously over the top speech to Taehyung. With the speeches over, they could finally eat. Even Jin had to admit the catering was well done.
After the four courses had been served, they finally got to the dancing. Namjoon held onto Jin’s hand tightly, pulling it into his lap and running his thumb over Jin’s knobby knuckles as they watched Jungkook and Taehyung share their first dance as husbands. He wasn’t one to really believe in marriage, but watching them dance, there was a small tug in his heart.
Maybe he’d ask Jin to marry him after all.
With the dance floor open, guests began to mill about. Jin and Namjoon stayed in their seats, watching people move around them, wondering just who the hell most of these people were.
“Holy shit,” Jin breathed out. “Is that Jung Hoseok?” he asked.
Namjoon followed his boyfriends line of sight until his eyes fell on a familiar dark haired man. “Fuck, I think so.” Hoseok was standing with Taehyung and Jungkook, chatting happily.
Jung Hoseok had once been Jimin’s friend. They had both studied dance together, with Hoseok as a kind of mentor to Jimin for a while. And then sometime during the last year Jimin and Jungkook were together, Jimin and Hoseok had a huge falling out and Namjoon never heard Jimin mention him again.
But here he was.
Clearly he had maintained a friendship with Jungkook after the breakup.
“I’m texting Jiminie,” Jin said, pulling out his phone. “Oh, he’s sent photos of the Gaudi Museum! Cool.”
Namjoon kept his eyes on the trio. He had never been very close to Hoseok, but he had really liked the guy. He was easy going, kind, and liked to help people. That’s why Jimin’s falling out with him had been so severe. A year later, Jimin still didn’t talk about it. Whatever it was, it must have been bad.
“Oh no, he saw us!” Jin whispered dramatically, suddenly leaving over his phone on the table. Namjoon watched as Hoseok pointed them out to Taehyung and Jungkook, Jungkook’s face lighting up. Soon enough, the three of them were heading over.
“Get ready,” Namjoon whispered, pushing to his feet and making Jin follow him. “And be nice.”
“I am nice,” Jin grumbled.
“Wow, Namjoon hyung! Jin hyung! You two look fantastic!” Jungkook’s cheerful voice called out.
Namjoon smiled politely, bowing slightly. “Hello Jungkook. Hoseok-ssi. Taehyung-ssi. Congratulations on your wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony.”
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both,” Taehyung said politely, giving the pair a bright smile. “Jungkookie has told me so much about you! We keep meaning to come over to Eat Jin, but finding free time has been difficult. Soon, though!”
Namjoon pinched Jin’s back before he could say anything. “That’s kind of you.”
“How have you been, hyung? Is work well?” Jungkook asked.
He nodded at the younger man. “Yes. Teaching has been good. Thank you for asking.”
“It’s a shame Jimin-ah couldn’t make,” Hoseok said, finally speaking.
Jin tensed next to Namjoon. “Is it?”
Jungkook frowned. “I wanted him here, hyungs. Jiminie was my friend.”
“Emphasis on the was,” Jin muttered quietly. Namjoon nudged him.
“I’m afraid he’s on vacation, in Spain. He’s been looking forward to it for a while. Dancing has kept him busy, you know. Getting the chance to take some time for himself has been good for him. Bad timing,” Namjoon explained.
“Jungkookie said Jimin-ssi is a dancer. I saw some of his videos on you tube. He’s very talented!” Taehyung said, sounding impressed.
Jin preened. “My baby is very talented. He’s performed at the Grammy’s, you know?”
“Your baby?” Taehyung asked, a questioning look on his exquisite face.
Namjoon smiled. “Jinnie’s known Jimin since Jimin was in diapers. He’s always claimed he raised Jimin. Explains why Jimin’s a whiny brat.”
“Yah! No teasing my baby,” Jin said with a pout as the others laughed. His phone suddenly dinged in his hand. “Oh, speaking of! Jimin’s been sending us photos of the Gaudi House Museum today.” Jin opened his phone, going to the group chat to pull up the photos Jimin had sent.
“Gaudi? Oh, how wonderful! I’ve always wanted to go, but I never have time when I’m in Barcelona,” Taehyung said, moving closer so he could see the phone. Jin turned his phone around, smiling broadly like a proud papa as Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook gathered around to look through the photos.
Namjoon couldn’t help but tense as he waited. Jimin had been sending them a lot of half nude selfies.
“Oh, who’s that?” Hoseok asked with a smirk as Jungkook’s smile fell from his face. Taehyung was smiling at the phone, biting his bottom lip.
“Oh, who? I’m sure Jiminie’s been making friend’s in Spain,” Jin said, moving to look at the phone. His face fell. “What the fuck?” he snapped.
“Uh, Jinnie?” Namjoon pressed.
Jin looked up from the phone to glare at Namjoon. “What the fuck is my chef doing in Spain and why the fuck is Jimin half naked with him and holding onto his dick?” he snarled.
“You’re not even going to ask why Jimin-ssi would send that photo to your group chat?” Taehyung asked, laughing.
Namjoon tried to smile at his boyfriend, shrinking away from the angry man. The drive back to Seoul was going to suck. “Surprise, honey! Yoongi and Jimin are dating!”
“WHAT?”