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The sun is already setting as Jeongguk pulls up to the hotel, and the sky is already painted in vibrant hues of orange and pink. The warm, salty air greets them, and the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore in the distance leaks in through an open window.
The hotel is stunning and luxurious, with amenities that make it worth every penny. He’s a bit disappointed that they’re arriving so late; he’d wanted to use the spa before everything closed. But as per usual, Taehyung and Jimin had taken forever to pack. It’s alright though, it’s not like they can’t go tomorrow, and besides, the bathtub in their room is practically a spa itself, based solely on the photos they had seen online. It was actually one of the most significant selling points for himself and Jimin, next to the spa itself.
It's expensive, and even though he knows—hell, he was with Jimin when they booked it—it looks even more expensive in person. It is so costly that a bit of insecurity seeps into his bones and makes itself at home in his lungs. It’s the sort of place he doesn’t feel like he belongs. Jeongguk isn’t rich, so he doesn’t typically indulge himself in such luxuries; he has bills at home to pay.
But he, Jimin, and Taehyung spent the better part of the last year saving so they could do something fancy and frivolous, and having three people meant they each had to pay less than they would have separately. Not to mention that Jimin and Taehyung were his best friends —his day ones, his ride-or-dies.
So, he swallows his insecurities, buries them down alongside the nagging voice in his head that hasn’t stopped screaming at him how ridiculously expensive this is, how he could’ve spent the money better, wiser, maybe put it into the studio back home. With his hands gripping the steering wheel, he pulls up under the large porte-cochère and puts the vehicle in park. He swallows all of his insecurities until they’re buried.
“Alright, here we are. You guys go get us checked in while I deal with the valet and our luggage.” Jeongguk declares, looking over at Taehyung, who sits in the passenger seat. His heart almost always catches in his throat when he looks at Taehyung. He’s breathtakin,g especially now—his dark brown hair, tousled by the breeze that slips through the open window, framing his face in a way that makes Jeongguk’s heart race. He’s beautiful, impossibly so, his features softened by the warm light.
“Okay, I am so ready to stretch out in a big, soft bed after that drive. C’mon, Taehyungie,” Jimin chirps from the backseat, voice light. Jeongguk glances at him through the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering for a moment. Jimin is radiant, his smile bright, eyes sparkling. He’s just as stunning as Taehyung, and Jeongguk can’t help but feel a pang in his chest. They’re both so beautiful, so perfect together, and he doesn’t know whether the ache he feels is jealousy or something else entirely. Maybe it’s not jealousy at all, but longing, or envy, or a quiet wish whispered to the wind of how much he wants to be a part of something as effortless as their relationship.
He shuts the engine off and begins the process of unloading their bags onto a luggage cart while Taehyung and Jimin continue into the hotel ahead of him. They’re only here for a few days, but Taehyung and Jimin do not travel light. He swears the two of them packed up their entire apartment as the cart grows ever more precarious, each added bag weighing it down and making it wobble occasionally. He holds his breath every time, anxious that it’s going to spill all over the concrete. The last thing he wants is to look like a total fool in front of people who probably make his annual salary in a month. Still, it holds steady as he rolls up the incline of the pavement to the valet booth, and he’s thankful for that.
He stops by the valet to hand over his keys, and very, very carefully pulls the unreasonably heavy luggage cart through the automatic doors and into the lobby. It’s grandiose inside, it intimidates him, and he feels that inadequacy creeping back up on him and struggles to swallow it down. The lobby is enormous, for no functional reason other than what he thinks to be a grand display of wealth and luxury.
He spots Jimin and Taehyung already at the check-in counter as he approaches, but Jimin’s frown catches his attention as he speaks to the employee. He seems frustrated as he talks animatedly with the employee, though Jeongguk isn’t close enough to make out any of the words.
As he walks closer, he’s finally able to hear their conversation.
“—be a double queen suite,” he finally hears Jimin say, and his stomach sinks.
Taehyung, who hears him approaching, waves him over. He doesn’t look quite as frustrated or panicked as Jimin, but he still appears to be on edge.
“Is everything okay?” Jeongguk asks, looking between Jimin and the employee.
Jimin turns to him, frustration evident in his expression.
“They’re saying there’s been a mix-up with our reservation. They have us in a single king room, and there’s nothing else available.” Taehyung sighs, carding a hand through his hair.
“What do you mean it isn’t available? We reserved this months ago.”
The employee offers a tight-lipped smile, “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, but we’re fully booked tonight, and there was a system error that made the reservation a single king. This is the only available room we have left.”
Jeongguk’s disappointment is palpable. “But we specifically booked the double queen suite. You expect us all to sleep in a single bed?”
The employee’s polite but strained smile falters slightly.
“I understand, sirs. Unfortunately, there’s nothing else we can do at this time. We can offer you a discount for the inconvenience, or a full refund if you choose not to stay.”
Jimin shakes his head and goes to complain more, but Taehyung cuts him off with a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, Minnie. We’ll take the room and the discount. We’ll figure it out.” A silent conversation passes between them, one that Jeongguk isn’t privy to before Jimin nods, reluctantly.
The employee processes their check-in and hands them the keycards with an apologetic smile. “Thank you for your understanding. Enjoy your stay. Room service is available until midnight. I’ll have one of the waitresses bring you up a bottle of our finest champagne on the house to apologize for the inconvenience.”
As much as it kind of sucks to have to share a bed, a complimentary bottle of champagne is enough to have Jeongguk letting it go.
They thank the employee and head upstairs in the elevator. They all gaze in amazement out of the large glass windows that encase the elevator. It’s a sight to see as it rises higher, above the surrounding buildings, they can see the large expanse of the ocean, which is not but a ten-minute walk down the street. The beauty of it almost makes the room mix-up seem trivial.
They can share a bed; they have plenty of other times in the past. Being childhood best friends kind of implies it. It’s just, well… that they haven’t shared a bed in years. Not since they were in university, and certainly not since Jimin and Taehyung had become an item. Not since these complicated feelings of his arose. It’ll certainly be more awkward than it used to be, though a lot of people would probably think vacationing with a couple would be awkward in and of itself. He tries to soothe the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up in him, hates how it pulls at every single one of his insecurities.
It’s fine, he assures himself again, it’s just Taehyung and Jimin.
If the lobby impressed them, the room feels like stepping into a dream— if you can overlook the single, daunting bed sitting against one of the far walls. The space is sleek and modern, with crisp white walls and bold black fixtures that exude a sense of understated luxury. Expensive floor-to-ceiling windows dominate the far side of the room, their industrial frames framing a breathtaking view of the city skyline and the endless stretch of beach beyond.
A small kitchenette and dining area sit tucked to one side, the centerpiece a large, dark art deco dining table surrounded by chairs that look more comfortable than anything that Jeongguk has had the pleasure to sit on. The only splashes of color in the room come from the gold accents lining the lamps and light fixtures, and a few royal blue pillows artfully arranged on the grey loveseat and chairs.
The bathroom is a sanctuary in its own right, with dark, rich-brown tiles that blend seamlessly with the soft, warm glow of the lighting. And then there’s the bathtub, god, the bathtub, it's long enough he could fully stretch out, to lean back and let the world slip away. The counters and edges of the tub are lined with complementary lotions and candles. Without hesitation, Jeongguk picks up each one, inhaling deeply and sniffing each one, as one does.
“Hey, why don’t you go before us? I’m sure you’re stiff from having to drive us all the way here.” Jimin says softly, leaning in the doorway and interrupting Jeongguk’s fascination with the items. His expression is warm, his eyes kind.
“Oh, yeah, sure, my neck and back are killing me. Speaking of, I was thinking we should hit the spa in the morning.”
“Hell yes,” Jimin beams, his smile lighting up the room. “Tae still doesn’t like having strangers touch him, so it’ll be just me and you.”
“Yeah, I had assumed. He’s been like that for as long as we’ve known him.”
“Hey!” Taehyung’s voice carries from the other room, sharp with mock offense. Jimin and Jeongguk share an amused glance, “I take offense to this!” Taehyung continues. “I am perfectly capable of letting people touch me, you know—sometimes. Just not when I’m nearly naked!”
“But you let me touch you when you’re naked.” Jimin quips, his tone teasing and affectionate. Jeongguk can’t help but blush at the implication, the heat spreading across his cheeks as Taehyung’s indignant squawking fills the room.
“That’s different, Minnie, and you know it!”
Jimin’s laughter fills the room, rich and full of love.
“Alright, alright.” He says, his tone softening. “Well, I’ll give you some privacy and try to convince the prude out there to join us tomorrow.”
“You will not!” Taehyung insists, his voice firm but playful. Even after Jimin shuts the door, Jeongguk can still hear Taehyung’s protests, the sound carrying through the walls.
The bath is so comfortable, more than any other bath he’s ever had. The warm water envelops him like a soft, soothing embrace, the heat seeping into his muscles, melting away the day’s tension. The scent of the candles, a subtle mix of lavender and eucalyptus, wafts through the air and calms down his previous anxieties. Even the feeling of the bubbles—light and frothy against his skin—relaxes him.
As he sinks deeper, the rest of the world seems to fall away, leaving only him and the bubbles in the bath. It’d be so easy to fall asleep, the steam and scents enough to have him thinking about drifting off for a quick nap in the warm, comforting water. But then, the thought of falling asleep and drowning snaps him back to reality. He straightens his back, the sudden movement breaking the sleepy trance he’d been in.
It's then that he hears it, the faint, hushed tones of a conversation drifting in through the crack at the bottom of the door. Their words are indistinct, but the tone is impossible to miss. There’s a tension in their voices, a heaviness that makes his chest tighten. Snippets reach him— words like ‘uncomfortable’ and ‘nervous’— and his stomach twists in a knot. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but their voices are the only sound in the quiet room, save for the soft sloshing of water as he moves. It’s almost impossible not to listen.
The last thing he wants is for them to be uncomfortable, especially because of him. The thought gnaws at him, leaving him restless. Maybe he should ask for extra blankets and take the couch. He tries to push it aside, to focus on anything but the muffled conversation slipping through the door.
Eventually, he steps out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his bare shoulders, and clears his throat.
“Hey, so I was thinking that maybe I’ll just sleep on the couch,” Jeongguk says, his voice soft but laced with uncertainty.
Jimin looks up from where he’s folding clothes on the bed, his expression shifting into a mix of hurt and confusion, “Why would you do that?”
“Well, I just thought, I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable,” Jeongguk says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean, the couch wouldn’t be that uncomfortable, would it?”
“Ggukie, no. Absolutely not.” Jimin insists, his tone firm but gentle.
“But—”
“No buts,” Taehyung cuts in, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Seriously, it’ll be like old times. Remember when we used to cram into Jimin’s tiny mattress back in university? This is basically the same thing.”
Jimin nods in agreement, a soft, affectionate smile on his face. “He’s right, it’s fine, Jeongguk. We’re all adults here. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.”
Jeongguk hesitates, and the knot in his stomach tightens. They’re right, but they’re also glossing over the biggest problem.
“I just don’t want to make things weird, you know?” He says, his voice shaky, gesturing vaguely between Jimin and Taehyung, his hand trembling slightly. “Especially since you two—” He trails off, the words hanging in the air, heavy with the unspoken meaning. “You know…”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but there’s warmth in his voice. “Ggukie, you aren’t making anything weird. If anything, you’re the one who’s going to be uncomfortable. Jimin snores something fierce.”
Jimin swats at Taehyung’s thigh with a laugh. “Hey! I do not!”
Taehyung grins, pulling Jimin into him with a tight embrace.
“See? It’s settled, we’ll all fit. No one’s sleeping on the couch.”
Jeongguk wants to argue, to insist that he doesn’t mind, but as usual, their warmth and certainty have him conceding.
The first night really isn’t that bad. After they’ve unpacked and settled in, they pop the champagne into the freezer to keep it chilled and spend the evening lounging on the massive bed, talking and laughing like they always do. It’s so familiar he almost forgets they’re in a luxurious hotel suite overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean.
When it’s finally time to sleep, Jimin climbs into the middle of the bed. He plasters himself to Taehyung’s side, head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder, and wraps an arm around his waist. Taehyung, in turn, pulls him closer, one hand lazily carding through Jimin’s hair. Jeongguk lies on the other side of Jimin, careful not to crowd him. He’s half expecting to feel awkward, but as the minutes pass, he realizes it’s not so bad. Jimin barely moves in his sleep, and even when he does, he doesn’t encroach on Jeongguk’s space. If anything, they could have probably fit on a queen-sized bed with no problem.
The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of waves crashing outside. He can tell when Taehyung and Jimin are asleep; he hears their breathing, steady and even, and feels a sense of contentment wash over him. He feels like he belongs.
He closes his eyes, letting the sound of the ocean and the warmth in bed next to him lull him to sleep.
The next day is filled with activities, Jeongguk and Jimin visit the spa together, as expected, Taehyung refuses, and hits the gym instead. The spa is everything Jeongguk imagined; it’s serene and lavish, with soft music playing in the background and the scent of essential oils lingering in the air. It’s reminiscent of his bath last night, almost, except his own hands could never.
They opt for a couple’s massage, and Jeongguk tries not to think too much about the fact that he and Jimin are practically side by side, a strange thought to have given they’d slept in the same bed even closer just the night before.
But they weren’t almost naked then.
As the masseuses work on their muscles, Jeongguk can’t help but steal glances at Jimin. His skin looks impossibly soft, a pink hue coloring his skin with the heat, and Jeongguk has to force himself to look away before he gets caught staring. Jimin, of course, is completely relaxed and none the wiser, his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips.
They probably spend too long in the spa before they know it —it’s almost noon.
With three hours killed, they go to find Taehyung, who spent the morning working out. He’s already in the pool, his hair slicked back and skin glistening with droplets. Jeongguk really does his best not to stare, but it’s hard not to notice how the sun has already started to tan Taehyung’s skin. It’s only a shade darker than usual, but still ,it’s hard to miss, though Jeongguk probably pays too much attention to the way Taehyung looks to not notice.
Jimin, of course, doesn’t miss a beat. “Wow, Tae, you’re practically glowing,” he says, his voice laced with approval, while he joins Taehyung in the pool. Taehyung grins, his teeth flashing white.
“Thanks, Chim.” He says, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips, “I’ve been working on my tan.”
Jeongguk feels a pang of something in his chest, something he’s long ago stopped acknowledging. He forces a smile and jumps into the pool, the cool water doing little to quell the heat rising in his cheeks.
They spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, alternating between swimming and soaking up the sun, taking breaks only to apply sunscreen to each other. If he catalogues the feeling of Jimin’s skin under his fingers, well, that’s for him and no one else. He tells himself that he’s fine, that he’s happy to be here with them.
Later that night, they decide to visit the hotel’s restaurant and bar. It’s just as beautiful as everything else, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views of the ocean. The atmosphere is lively, with soft music playing in the background and the clink of glassware filling the air.
They settle into a cozy booth. Jimin is sitting next to Taehyung, their thighs pressed together, and Jeongguk can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy every time they exchange looks and whispers.
Damn, he is way too single for this.
But the night goes on, the wine flows, and the conversation becomes more relaxed. Jimin leans into Taehyung, his head resting on his shoulder, and Taehyung wraps an arm around him to pull him close. Jeongguk watches them, their comfortable familiarity with each other. He wishes he had that.
When they finally head back to their room, Jeongguk feels a strange mix of exhaustion and longing. He climbs into bed, Jimin in the middle again, and tries to ignore the way his heart races with the inhibition of alcohol and proximity.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Jimin sleeps a little more loosely tonight. They are still plastered together, but he’s facing Jeongguk this time and leaves less space between them. Taehyung is curled up against Jimin’s back, and his arm is draped over Jimin’s waist.
Once again, he falls asleep to the serene sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.
When they wake up in the morning, it’s inexplicably raining. There wasn’t any forecasted rain when they’d booked the trip, but Jeongguk knows all too well how unpredictable the weather can be.
He lies in bed for a moment, listening to the rhythmic patter of raindrops against the windows, a soft and soothing sound that almost makes up for the disappointment of not being able to spend the day at the beach before they have to leave.
Taehyung is already up and out of bed early, heading to the gym for his morning workout. Jeongguk watches him go, a small smile tugging at his lips as he takes in Taehyung’s tousled hair and the way his oversized shirt hangs loosely across his broad shoulders. He’s always been an early riser, even on vacation, and Jeongguk can’t help but admire his dedication, not to mention his admiration of the fruits of that labor, the way he’s gotten bigger in recent years, sturdy.
When he gets back an hour later, he’s flushed and sweaty, his hair damp from the sweat. He grins at Jeongguk and Jimin, who are still lounging on the bed, and announces to no one in particular, “I’m starving, let’s order room service.”
Jimin groans, burying his face in the pillows. “I don’t want to move,” he mumbles, his voice muffled.
Taehyung laughs, leaning forward to ruffle Jimin’s hair affectionately.
“C’mon, Chim. You’ll feel better after some food.”
“Fine, but only because I’m hungry. And you’re going to make the order.”
They spend the next hour poring over the menu before Jimin decides on French toast, Jeongguk gets toast with strawberry jam with sausage on the side, and Taehyung gets an omelet. In the end, though, they order a little bit of everything and take turns trying everything between them.
They eat at the dining table provided, in comfortable silence at first, the only sounds the distant thunder and the occasional clink of their silverware against the plates. As they eat, they start to talk about their plans for when they get home. He and Jimin speak about the new dance classes they’re planning to offer at the studio, and Taehyung mentions an upcoming project he has when he gets back.
Despite the rain, it’s still fun, arguably the most fun he’s had in years. He rarely gets to take vacations. He’s almost always too exhausted to leave his apartment, and despite him and Jimin co-running their dance studio, it doesn’t quite afford them the luxury of expensive vacations.
After sending the dirty dishes back to the kitchen, they decide to make the best of the rainy day. Thankfully, the hotel boasts an indoor pool and hot tub, and while it’s not as fun as being out in the sun, they still manage to have a good time. They splash each other, use the diving board, and swim laps. Their laughter echoes off the tiled walls, especially when one of them decides to cannonball into the pool, sending water splashing everywhere.
After their swim, they retreat to the hot tub, sinking into the warm, bubbling water with equal sighs of contentment. The rain continues to fall outside, the sound of it hitting the glass roof a soothing backdrop.
As the afternoon stretches on, the rain shows no sign of letting up. Jeongguk checks his phone, scrolling through the weather app. At least it’ll be gone before tomorrow.
Eventually, they make their way upstairs, their hair still damp, and their skin flushed from the warmth of the water.
“Why don’t we drink? We still have that bottle of champagne the front desk sent up.” Taehyung offers after they’ve all taken their showers.
Jimin is quick to agree, immediately jumping up from where he’d fallen onto the couch to retrieve the glasses that hang next to the small kitchenette.
Taehyung grabs the bottle from the cooler and pops the cork, the sound startlingly loud. He pours it into the three glasses and then discards it half empty on the table next to them.
They flip through the TV’s list of rentable movies and decide on something they’ve seen before. Jeongguk thinks they chose it for him, but doesn’t want to be presumptive. They settle into the plush of the couch, and Jimin lifts his glass in a toast.
“To us,” he says, his voice soft and velvety.
Taehyung clinks his glass against Jimin’s and then Jeongguk’s, his smile warm.
“To us,” Jeongguk echoes, Jimin’s eyes meeting his for a moment, before looking away.
Jeongguk takes a sip, the bubbles tickling his throat, and watches as Jimin leans into Taehyung.
He tears his eyes away as the movie starts and focuses on it instead. It’s one of his favorite movies, Iron Man.
It’s rather easy for him to get absorbed in it, and before he knows it, his glass is empty. He refills his glass, but as he places the bottle back on the table, he sees movement from Jimin and Taehyung that catches his attention. He watches from the corner of his eyes as Taehyung’s hand drifts to Jimin’s thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric of his shorts. Jimin lets out a barely audible soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed, and Jeongguk feels his pulse quicken. He tries to focus on the TV, but it’s hard. The alcohol is making his head spin, but he also attributes that to Taehyung and Jimin’s displays of affection just next to him.
As the movie wears on, the tension in the room seems to grow. Jimin shifts closer to Taehyung, their thighs pressing close together, and Jeongguk can’t help but notice the way their bodies seem to fit together. He watches as Taehyung’s hand moves higher up Jimin’s thigh, his touch light but deliberate, and he feels a surge of heat rush through him.
He tries to focus on the movie, or the sound of the rain outside, and the way the champagne is making his head feel fuzzy, but it’s no use. The heat that’s engulfing him is thick, and he feels like he’s drowning in it; he can’t focus on anything else. When Jimin leans in to whisper something in Taehyung’s ear, Jeongguk can see the way his lips brush against the shell of his ear.
Jeongguk thinks he might combust.
He watches Taehyung’s eyes darken, his hand tightening on Jimin’s thigh.
He rips his eyes away from them as the movie comes to a sudden end. It’s probably the first time in his life that he wasn’t able to focus on Iron Man.
“Okay, time for bed!” Jeongguk says, his voice breaking with a squeak, downing the last bit of alcohol in his glass.
He’s the first in bed that night, desperately trying to conceal his embarrassing erection. All they did was fucking touch each other for god’s sake.
He lies on his back, his blood rushing in his ears, willing the tension in his body to subside. He focuses on the pitter patter of the rain as he squeezes his eyes shut, praying to anyone who’s listening to please let them not notice.
Eventually, exhaustion takes over, and he drifts into a fitful sleep.
Jeongguk wakes up sometime in the middle of the night, the sensation of something warm and soft pressing against him, dragging him from sleep. For a moment, he’s disoriented; the room is still dark save for the moonlight filtering in through the open window.
Instinctively, he presses forward, seeking the friction that woke him, and the sensation that greets him is electric. He's so hard, and the body against his is hard, writhing against him.
A soft, breathy whine cuts through his consciousness.
Jeongguk freezes, and his eyes fly open. He can’t see their face with the way their face is buried into his neck, but it’s Jimin without a doubt. He has a leg thrown over Jeongguk’s thigh, anchoring himself to him, and his hips are moving a slow, rhythmic roll.
Jimin’s breath is hot against the column of Jeongguk’s throat, coming in short, labored puffs of air that fan his skin—and he’s still grinding forward and into Jeongguk’s cock, likely still unconscious and unaware.
This must be a dream; it must be. He doesn’t want to wake Jimin but simultaneously worries about all the lines this is crossing.
His hand squeezes at Jimin’s hip, stilling his movements, fingers digging into the flesh where his sleep shirt has begun to ride up his waist.
Fuck he’s so hard, a large part of him wants to let Jimin continue. He’s hard and whining in Jeongguk’s grip, arching desperately in search of friction.
Jeongguk risks a glance upward through the dark, and his eyes lock with Taehyung’s in the darkness. He’s not prepared to find Taehyung watching them, wide awake with a heavy and intense gaze. Jeongguk’s heart pounds harder, the weight of being caught seeping into his bones.
Taehyung doesn’t look away though, doesn’t even blink. He drags his eyes down their entwined bodies, slow, deliberate, then back up to Jeongguk’s face. The corner of his mouth curves slightly. Jeongguk can’t stop the shiver and heat that consumes him then.
“Don’t stop him,” Taehyung says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jeongguk’s breath catches in his throat. He’s absolutely positive he’s dreaming now, and if he isn’t, he’s died and gone to heaven, there is no other explanation for his fantasy that’s coming to life in front of him.
“What?” He squeaks out nervously, his hold on Jimin slackening from surprise.
“He’s been dreaming about you,” Taehyung murmurs, resting his hand on Jimin’s hip, lightly teasing the exposed skin, which makes Jimin whine and jerk in Jeongguk’s grasp. “For months.” Taehyung finishes and slides his hand up Jimin’s side, hiking his shirt up to further expose his flat stomach and the dip in his waist.
As to prove his point, Jimin moans low and desperate, and breaks free of Jeongguk’s weak and shaky hold on him, pressing into him again, their clothed erections pressing together fully.
Jeongguk releases a choked moan, breathing heavily as he wills himself to stay silent.
“You think I haven’t seen the way you look at him?” Taehyung whispers, “at us?”
Taehyung’s hands slide under Jimin’s shirt entirely, and while he can’t see Taehyung flick Jimin’s nipple, he can tell. Jimin squirms in their grasp and moans loudly, desperately.
“Don’t worry so much, baby. He loves being played with in his sleep, I promise.”
Fuck maybe this is a trap, or perhaps it’s a dream. But he is a weak man —a weak, weak man — for Jimin and Taehyung. He grinds forward into Jimin, seeking more friction, more heat.
Jimin groans, and his movements pick up pace, hips stuttering against Jeongguk’s in desperation.
“Fuck, just like that,” Taehyung whispers approvingly. Seconds later, Jeongguk can feel Taehyung’s hand slide across his hip and grab a handful of his ass. Jeongguk groans and squirms against the hold.
Taehyung uses his leverage to help Jeongguk rut forward against Jimin. The motion brings them all closer, Jimin wedged snugly between them.
Jeongguk can tell when Taehyung begins to move, rutting himself against Jimin’s ass, based on Jimin’s sleepy, broken moan alone. Jeongguk loses himself in the pleasure of it, rutting forward against Jimin, who in turn ruts back against Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes are hooded, his breath uneven, and his hair tousled from sleep. He’s beautiful, even more with the way he focuses on the way their bodies move together with a heady expression.
Jeongguk hesitantly reaches out and places a hand on Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung’s head rises, their eyes meeting in the dark above Jimin.
“Yeah?” Taehyung says, breathless. He tightens his grip against Jeongguk’s ass and grinds forward; they all release shaky breaths with the movement, and Jeongguk mirrors his movements.
Jimin’s breath hitches between them, and his movements falter. For a moment, Jeongguk thinks he’s imagining it, but then Jimin is pushing away from Jeongguk, blinking slowly as he wakes and processing the two bodies on either side of him. Jeongguk yanks his hands back like he’s been burned, his face on fire with embarrassment.
God, what is this night?
Jimin freezes, his body tense as he’s likely absorbing that there isn’t one, but two bodies pressed flush against either side, effectively trapping him.
“Tae?” Jimin whispers, his voice rough with sleep and desire.
“It’s okay, Minnie. You must’ve been dreaming about something very interesting,” Taehyung teases, exchanging a knowing glance with Jeongguk.
“It’s okay?” Jimin murmurs, his voice still soft from sleep.
“Yes, Minnie, baby. It’s okay.” Taehyung confirms, his voice low and soothing. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck. “Look how worked up you’ve made Jeongguk. It’s so naughty of you to grind on him while you’re sleeping.”
Jimin’s eyes meet Jeongguk’s, and for a moment, neither of them moves. Jimin’s face is flushed with embarrassment, and he’s nervously chewing on his lip. Jeongguk really might pass out right now. He’s been on the verge of too much since he woke up, but this really is too much. Jimin presses forward with an experimental roll of his hips, testing the waters and watching for Jeongguk’s reaction.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, his voice strained with arousal, and then Jimin is pushing him back against the mattress, into the soft cushions of the pillows, and straddling him, palms pressed against Jeongguk’s broad chest.
It takes him by surprise, and he can’t help the reckless speed at which his heart begins beating, blood rushing in his ears at the sight of Jimin in his lap. The moonlight creates a soft halo around the blonde of his hair. His hair is tousled from sleep, his sleep shirt unbuttoned just enough that one side hangs loosely off one shoulder, and Jeongguk can see the outline of his hard cock straining against his bottoms.
Jimin slides his hands into his hair and tugs just enough to make him gasp, but it’s swallowed up by Jimin’s pillowy lips against Jeongguk’s own, kissing him hotly, open mouthed and all. He grips Jimin’s hips weakly, hands sliding under the silky fabric of his shirt to rest on his
“Fuck, you guys look so good like this,” Taehyung murmurs off to the side, and Jimin whimpers into Jeongguk’s mouth at his comment.
Jimin rocks against him, his movements are fluid now that he’s awake, slow and sinful, and Jeongguk’s mind goes blank with want. Every touch, every movement, every slick press of their mouths and tongues lights a fire under his skin. Jeongguk can taste the desperation in it, a need that mirrors his own. He arches up, pressing their bodies closer, and Jimin shudders in response.
Jeongguk’s fingers dig into Jimin’s hips, urging him closer, needing more.
Jimin pulls back just enough to look at him, his gaze unwavering, and Jeongguk swallows down the whine that threatens to leave his throat.
“What are you waiting for?” Jimin taunts, “take what you want, baby.”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer; he doesn’t need to. He flips them over, pining Jimin beneath him, and the sound that escapes Jimin is equal parts surprise and arousal.
Jeongguk palms Jimin’s cock through his sleep shorts, feeling the heat that radiates from him, paying extra attention to the tip where a wet spot has begun to form. Jimin lets out a strangled cry, his hips bucking up into his hand. He presses and digs his palm down into the outline of his hard dick, and watches with wonder as Jimin is oh so quickly reduced to whining and begging beneath him.
He looks up at Taehyung, seeking his reaction, and his breath catches.
The blanket lies discarded at the end of the bed, and Taehyung’s cock is straining against his shorts, palming himself slowly, just enough to take the edge off. Jeongguk’s mouth waters; he could have sworn Taehyung wasn’t that big before, though he’s never seen him hard to really compare.
“Fuck him, Ggukie,” Taehyung says, his voice low and demanding. Jeongguk lets out an embarrassing groan in response. Taehyung tosses him a bottle of lube, and Jeongguk catches it without thinking. “He wants it so bad, look at him.”
Jeongguk focuses his attention back on Jimin, who pouts as Jeongguk withdraws his hand, but he very quickly shimmies out of his clothes and lies back down with his thighs spread wide. The sight is overwhelming, Jimin, shameless and wanton, looking up at him with dark, pleading eyes, laid bare for him.
“Please, fuck me.” Jimin breathes, his voice rough. “Please, you have our explicit permission to fuck me.” Jimin breathes. “Please.”
“God, are you guys sure?” He breathes, he really, really hopes this isn’t an elaborate wet dream.
“Yes, Jeongguk, he’s begging for it.”
“Fuck. Yeah. Okay.”
His hands shake as he struggles to pour the lube onto his fingers. He coats them thoroughly and leans forward to kiss Jimin, swallowing the gasp that escapes him as Jeongguk presses a slick finger against his rim. He circles the tight, puckered hole, spreading the lube around to ensure it’s as painless as possible for him.
He breaches his rim slowly, Jimin clenching and unclenching around his finger, and he watches Jimin’s face as he takes it, the way his face screws up at the initial pain of being stretched. Jimin is hot and tight around him as he works his finger in deeper, slowly pressing against his walls.
He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, kissing down the side of Jimin’s jaw as a distraction. He sucks marks along his neck, leaving a trail of red marks down to his chest that are sure to bruise tomorrow. He licks a wet stripe across the bud of Jimin’s nipple with the flat of his tongue and flicks it with the tip, relishing in the way Jimin cries out and arches up into the sensation.
Jeongguk feels the bed dip next to them, and then Jimin is crying out louder, shuddering against him. He looks over to see Taehyung pressing the flat of his tongue against Jimin’s other nipple, mimicking Jeongguk before nipping at the bud.
Jeongguk uses the moment to slip in another finger and slowly push it in. Jimin’s hands are on his hair an instant, yanking just hard enough that it stings and makes him yelp. Next to him, he hears Taehyung groan, likely getting a fistful of hair pulled too.
This has absolutely gotta be the single hottest thing Jeongguk has ever or will ever probably be a participant in.
Taehyung’s hand brushes against his own, and a single digit slides in next to his own, their fingers sliding together in a slow, deliberate motion. Jimin tenses instantly, his body clenching around their fingers as a choked cry escapes his lips.
“Does it feel good baby?” Taehyung purrs, his voice low and teasing. He guides Jeongguk’s fingers deeper, using his own to press them firmly against Jimin’s prostate. Jimin’s sob is sharp and startled, his body arching off the bed as pleasure ripples through him.
“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes.” Jimin cries wantonly, his hips jerking against their fingers.
Jeongguk is achingly hard, his cock throbbing in his pants with every breathless moan Jimin lets out, with every sharp tug in his hair from Jimin’s hand. The pleasure is unbearable, and he reaches down to palm himself through his pants, desperate for some relief.
Taehyung’s hand swats his away before he can even register the movement. Jeongguk startles, pulling his hand back from Jimin to see Taehyung glaring at him, his eyes dark and unyielding.
“Don’t do that” Taehyung orders, his voice firm and commanding. Then, softer, almost a purr, he adds, “come here.” He grabs Jeongguk by the back of the neck, pulling him forward into a rough and demanding kiss. Their lips crash together, Taehyung’s mouth molding against his with a certainty that leaves Jeongguk breathless.
Taehyung’s kisses are different from Jimin’s, more relentless and commanding than Jimin’s soft and needy ones. Taehyung’s tongue slides into his mouth, the taste sends sparks of heat straight to Jeongguk’s core. He tastes like the mint of his toothpaste and faintly of the champagne from earlier, a heady combination that threatens to consume Jeongguk entirely.
Taehyung deepens the kiss, his lips moving against Jeongguk’s with a hunger that feels desperate, almost as desperate as Jeongguk feels. His free hand finds its way to Taehyung’s waist, gripping him tightly as to anchor himself. Taehyung lets out a soft satisfied hum, the vibration sending shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. He can feel Taehyung’s control in his movements, the way he dominates the kiss with a teasing precision that leaves Jeongguk trembling.
Taehyung pulls back just enough to bite gently at Jeongguk’s lower lip, his teeth sharp and teasing. It pulls a whine from the depths of Jeongguk’s soul.
“Don’t touch yourself without permission,” he orders, his voice dominating, dripping with authority.
Jeongguk’s breath hitches, heat flooding his face and chest, his entire body tingling with the weight of Taehyung’s words, his mind spinning. Fuck if he isn’t careful, he might just come in his pants at the rate things are going.
“We can stop at any time, Ggukie,” he murmurs, soft and reassuring. “Just say the word if it’s too much.” It’s insane how easily he can switch from domineering to gentle, his tone shifting in the blink of an eye.
“I'm okay,” he manages to stammer out, his body thrumming with need. “Whatever you guys want, I’m yours.”
Taehyung’s eyes soften, his eyes swimming with something, and he whispers, “ours?”
Shame washes over Jeongguk as he realizes his fuck up, and he mentally prepares himself to sleep in his car for the rest of the night and then never speak to either of them again.
“Can we please talk about this when you guys don’t both have your fingers in my ass?” Jimin hisses, annoyed.
He turns back to Jimin, who’s still writhing on their still fingers. Jimin’s eyes are glassy and unfocused, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, leaving shimmering trails that catch in the moonlight. His lips are parted, breaths coming in shallow, desperate pants. His body is a vision of pure ecstasy, lips swollen from kisses and biting back cries, skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and his entire being trembling with the effort to hold on. He looks utterly wrecked, even though their fingers have stilled inside of him, beautifully fucked out.
God, he didn’t think Jimin could get any more beautiful, but this is probably Jeongguk’s new favorite version of Jimin.
“Please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “I need—”
“We know what you need, baby.” Taehyung murmurs, obliging and dropping the subject for the time being. His hand slides down Jimin’s chest, fingers teasing the trail of hair that leads lower, lower, purposefully avoiding his cock that lies untouched, swollen, and red at the tip against his stomach. Jimin’s hips buck involuntarily, followed by a whine, and Taehyung chuckles, low and wicked.
“Get your pants off, Ggukie,” Taehyung demands, withdrawing his finger.
Jeongguk swallows hard, the reality of the situation finally crashing down on him. Fuck he’s going to fuck Jimin, his friend. His friend’s boyfriend. He’s going to fuck his friend in front of his friend. In front of his boyfriend.
The boyfriend and friend he loves.
He makes haste and withdraws his own fingers, earning a frustrated whine from Jimin. He shuffles off the bed so he can step out of his shorts and toss his shirt to the side before crawling back up and settling between Jimin’s waiting thighs once again.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Taehyung teases, purring as he reaches forward to wrap his hand, still wet with lube, around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk gasps and ruts into the wet fist nodding frantically, “C’mon Ggukie, tell me.”
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Jeongguk begs, his cock throbbing and weeping in Taehyung’s grip.
Taehyung chuckles low, the sound rattling in his chest. God, it’s one of the hottest sounds he’s ever heard, he never pegged himself for a masochist, but the humiliation burns and it’s not exactly unpleasant.
“Then take him,” Taehyung says, his hand tightening around Jeongguk’s cock, causing his hips to falter. “Show him how much you want him.”
Fuck, yeah, okay, he can do this. He lines himself up, his hands trembling with anticipation and nervousness as he presses the head of his cock against Jimin’s entrance.
“Are you—”
“I swear to god if you ask if I’m sure again, I’ll let Tae fuck me instead while you just watch.” Jimin threatens, his eyes narrowing at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk groans. He can’t help how much that thought turns him on, how his cock twitches at the mere thought of watching how easily Jimin would take Taehyung’s cock. He’d probably fuck him with such precision that only comes from familiarity.
“Fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung teases, condescension coloring his tone. “Answer me. Use your words.”
“Yes, god yes, I’d like that.”
Taehyung grins at him, Jimin’s expression mirroring his.
“Maybe another time, he wants your cock right now, babe.”
His mind spins at the promise of another time, that maybe he hadn’t fucked it up with his big mouth. Jimin’s breath stutters, his fingers digging into the sheets as Jeongguk breaches his hole. It’s tight as he presses in inch by inch, the heat swallowing his cock. Jimin is a panting and needy mess beneath him, rutting against Jeongguk’s cock in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, even though Jeongguk knows it must hurt.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, his head falling forward and pressing a litany of kisses along his shoulder and collarbone as he sinks into Jimin. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Jimin’s moans are muffled by his own hand, his back arching as Jeongguk fills him with a deep, possessive thrust.
Taehyung’s hand comes down on the side of Jimin’s thigh, a sharp slap that makes him cry out. “Let him hear how much you love it.” Taehyung scolds.
When Jimin doesn’t move to respond or obey, Jeongguk takes it upon himself to yank Jimin’s wrists away, pinning them above his head with the pillows. Jimin gasps, his body trembling, and Taehyung hums approvingly to his side.
“Yeah, just like that, Gukkie,” Taehyung encourages, his voice is low and gravely, a sound that causes him to shiver and goosebumps to make a path down his body.
Jimin’s eyes meet Jeongguk’s in an intense gaze; his eyes are teary, a flush of pink blooming across his cheeks, down his neck to his chest.
“Does it feel good, Minnie?” Jeongguk gathers the courage to say finally, anxiety be damned. “You like being pinned down, being taken like this?”
Jimin’s only response is a frantic nod and whimper, his hips moving instinctively against Jeongguk’s, willing him to move.
“Answer him, baby. Tell him how much you love it.”
Jimin’s voice is shaky when he finally squeaks, “yes, I love it. Fuck, I love it.”
“Good boy,” Jeongguk praises, then he tightens his grip on Jimin’s wrists as he starts to thrust shallowly. Jimin’s voice breaks on a moan as Jeongguk’s pace quickens, the slide of their bodies slick and urgent. Taehyung’s hand trails down Jimin’s chest, tweaking his nipples and making Jimin writhe further into the touches. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“So beautiful like this,” Taehyung murmurs.
Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, consumed by the multitude of stimuli, Jeongguk’s relentless thrusts, Taehyung’s words, the sharp sting of Jeongguk’s grip on his wrists.
“Look at Taehyung, Minnie,” Jeongguk demands, his voice rough in his throat, straining against the pleasure that engulfs him, “Let him see how much you love my cock inside.”
Jimin whines but forces his eyes open, meeting Jeongguk’s gaze briefly before looking over to Taehyung with a helpless pleading look.
Jeongguk glances at Taehyung too, wanting to make sure he isn’t overstepping. But Taehyung has a hand wrapped around his cock and is stroking himself leisurely, clearly enjoying the show. He moans low, glancing from Jimin to Jeongguk.
“How do you feel about bottoming?” He directs at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s heart catches in his throat. He’s done both, and really doesn’t have a preference, but the idea of taking Taehyung’s thick cock has his hips sputtering, his rhythm faltering as he fights to hold back his release.
“Yes, fuck yes please.” He groans, his voice low and filled with want.
“You want it, Gukkie? Want me to fuck you?”
Jeongguk moans in response, trying to keep still, not that it helps any with the way Jimin continues to fuck himself on his cock.
Taehyung moves behind him, his hands smoothing over Jeongguk’s back comfortingly, down until his fingers tease the curve of Jeongguk’s ass.
“Fuck, you’re so good for us.” Taehyung murmurs.
Jeongguk hears the soft pop of a cap opening behind him, and a moment later the cold slick press of a finger against his rim makes him yelp in surprise. His body jerks forward instinctively, driving his cock deeper into Jimin, and a strangled moan spills from his lips.
He’s trapped and overstimulated by the sensation from every direction. The stretch, the heat, the way Jimin’s walls clench around him. He groans and releases Jimin’s wrists, dropping his head against Jimin’s chest, his forehead pressing into the soft, sweat slick skin as Taehyung begins to slowly, torturously press the first finger inside. He works the finger in and out with agonizing precision, stretching him open with a slowness that has Jeongguk trembling.
Jimin watches them from below, his own body still trembling too, cock hard where it’s pressed between his and Jeongguk’s bodies, a small, breathless whimper escaping him with every movement.
“You’re gonna feel so good,” Taehyung breathes, a promise. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”
Jeongguk moans, his body vibrating with anticipation. It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to come then and there, not to collapse on Jimin and ruin everything before they get to the good part.
Taehyung works him open with a practiced ease, one finger, then two, then three, each thrust stretching him further. Jeongguk is sure it helps that he’s already turned on beyond belief, and that his cock is still sheathed fully inside of Jimin, the sensations dizzying. Jeongguk rocks back onto Taehyung’s fingers, his hips moving in small, desperate motions. He shifts back onto his hands, watching Jimin below him, who is watching him right back, his own body trembling from the movements.
“Fuck, Tae, please.” Jeongguk gasps, his voice breaking and raising an octave as the pleasure builds in his gut. “Right there, please fuck, don’t stop. Please.”
Jeongguk can almost hear Taehyung’s satisfied grin behind him, his pace relentless.
“So needy, Ggukie,” he purrs, “so desperate to be filled.”
Jeongguk can only moan in response, his body trembling as Taehyung drives him closer and closer to the edge.
Taehyung pulls his fingers out, and Jeongguk finds he hates the emptiness. He isn’t given long to think about it as Taehyung slides his cock in between his ass cheeks, smearing the lube along his cock and catching on his rim before pulling back, teasing him.
“Tae, please. Please fuck me, please.” Jeongguk whines; he’s long since stopped caring about the embarrassment and isn’t above begging. That’s a problem for future Jeongguk to deal with.
“Such a needy baby,” Taehyung teases with a chuckle, but acquiesces, and lines himself up properly until Jeongguk can feel the head of his cock nudge against his puckered hole. He moans and presses back against the sensation, only to cry out in sensitivity as the motion withdraws him from Jimin. The friction is overwhelming from both directions, and pinpricks of overstimulation sweep across his skin. Taehyung pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling him.
His head falls forward again to Jimin’s shoulder, mouthing at the skin there, sucking and biting little marks into his skin along his shoulder and collarbone.
“Holy shit.” Jeongguk breathes and then repeats, “holy shit.”
“What’s the matter, Ggukie? Too much?” Taehyung snickers, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s waist. His grip is so tight Jeongguk hopes he’ll have finger shaped bruises in the morning, so that he’ll have proof that it’s real and wasn’t just a dream made up by his horny, addled brain. He sinks in fully, filling Jeongguk with every inch of his cock, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Taehyung kisses along his shoulder gently, lovingly, as Jeongguk gets accustomed to the feeling of being full.
“God, I—yeah, fuck it’s been a while.” Jeongguk pants out, nearly delirious.
Jimin's voice cuts through the haze, soft and reverent. “Fuck, you’re both so beautiful.” His hands slide along the small of Jeongguk’s back, soothing and electrifying at once.
Jeongguk feels the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness, but it’s overtaken by the feeling of Jimin beginning to fuck himself on Jeongguk’s cock. Taehyung slides his hands up Jeongguk’s waist, soothing, relaxing, before gripping him by the slight curve of his waist and beginning to move, his thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each one brushing up against that spot inside Jeongguk that makes him see stars and arch into it.
The drag of Taehyung’s cock inside of him, the way it drives him deeper into Jimin, it’s consuming, not being able to do much more than take it. Jimin meets each of his thrusts, moaning beneath Jeongguk, his hands tangling in Jeongguk’s hair, pulling him closer.
Jeongguk kisses him with a raw, desperate urgency, his lips moving against Jimin’s with a hunger that borders on frantic. Jimin kisses him back just as fiercely, their mouths colliding in a heated wet slide, tongues tangling as they pour every ounce of need into the kiss. His and Jimin’s moans vibrate between their lips, each one swallowed up by the other.
He breaks the kiss to press his lips to Jimin’s jaw, his neck, his chest, kissing and licking and biting as Taehyung’s thrusts grow harder, faster, the rhythm driving them closer to the edge.
“Tae, close.” Jimin gasps out, arching up into Jeongguk’s grasp.
Taehyung’s pace becomes relentless, his cock slamming into Jeongguk with ruthless precision, hitting that spot repeatedly, his balls tightening, and he can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. His body is trembling with the effort to hold on, straining to not come too quickly.
“Fuck, Tae, I can’t,” Jeongguk gasps, his voice breaking.
“Come for me, Ggukie,” Taehyung growls, his grip tightening on Jeongguk’s hips. “Come on my cock, love, fill Jimin while I fuck you.”
“Wanna feel you come, baby,” Jimin whines, his lips brushing Jeongguk’s ear. “Wanna feel you lose it while Tae fucks you stupid.”
Jeongguk’s orgasm crashes over him, his body seizing as he spills into Jimin with a loud groan, his body trembling with the force of his release. Jimin whines beneath him as he fills him, fingers tightening in Jeongguk’s hair. Taehyung doesn’t stop, he fucks him through the aftershocks, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure, using his body as a conduit to fuck Jeongguk deeper into Jimin.
“Fuck, I—I’m gonna—” Jimin lets out a particularly unrestrained sob, and then he’s coming too, body tensing and then convulsing beneath him. Jeongguk can feel his release as he comes, his cock trapped between their bodies and the warm liquid spreading across their stomachs and smearing. Taehyung follows a few thrusts later, his thrusts stuttering as he spills in Jeongguk, his groan low.
They collapse in a heap, their bodies tangled together and breaths ragged. Jeongguk feels the weight of Taehyung’s body against his back, the press of Jimin’s chest against his front, and for a moment, he’s perfectly content to stay there.
“Fuck.” Jeongguk marveled sleepily.
“Yeah.” Taehyung agrees, his voice soft through the breathlessness.
“I think we need a shower.” Jimin laughs.
Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s honesty, and presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s shoulder, an action that has butterflies erupting and making home in Jeongguk’s chest. It’s odd given how Taehyung’s softening cock is still inside of him, and his own is in Jimin, but still, the kiss feels almost too intimate for just sex.
Taehyung is the first to move, and Jeongguk winces as he pulls out, leaving his hole gaping and fluttering around air, he can feel the trickle of come as it trickles out and down the crease of his balls.
Jeongguk pulls out after, causing Jimin to whine at the emptiness. But Taehyung yanks Jeongguk down on the bed in the middle of them.
“Later,” he murmurs. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer.”
For a moment, he’s about to complain about being in the middle; it feels too awkward and wrong, but then Taehyung is pulling him in close, spooning him. Jimin shuffles closer too, nestling his face into Jeongguk’s chest. Hesitant at first, Jeongguk wraps an arm around Jimin’s middle, drawing him closer. Jeongguk can feel Jimin smile into his chest, but neither of them mentions it.
Taehyung presses a gentle kiss to the back of Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jimin’s hand finds Jeongguk’s, their fingers intertwining. They lie there, warm and quiet, the only sounds are their soft breaths and the occasional rustle of the sheets as they settle.
Jimin hesitates, his voice soft but firm, “We should probably talk about it.”
Jeongguk feels the tension coil in his stomach, his body stiffening involuntarily between them.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Don’t panic.” Taehyung says comfortingly, his hand rubbing slow, comfortable circles on Jeongguk’s waist.
“It’s not bad, Ggukie, but we need to know if you’re serious when you said that,” Jimin says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Jeongguk’s chest.
It was said in the heat of the moment, but of course, he meant it. If there were other versions of himself out there, they’d all have fallen in love with Taehyung and Jimin, regardless of their circumstances, over and over again. He’s been in love with them for longer than he wants to admit, longer than Jimin and Taehyung had been a couple.
“Of course I meant it.” He admits, his voice wavering with uncertainty. He couldn’t take it back now, if he wanted to. “I’ve kinda always been yours.”
“You’re going to have to be specific, baby,” Taehyung says, pulling him in closer until he’s pressed completely against Jeongguk’s back.
“Do I really have to say it?” He whines, burying his face in Jimin’s hair, unable to look at either of them.
“We aren’t mind readers here.” Taehyung presses. “We have an idea, but you need to tell us yourself.”
If they’re both aware, why does he have to say it? But still, he gives in; it’s not like things can get much worse from here.
“Fuck alright, I love you—both of you,” Jeongguk confesses, squeezing his eyes shut as anxiety settles in his bones at finally saying it aloud. “And not like as my best friends, but romantically. For a long time."
Taehyung sucks a breath in behind him, and Jimin tenses in his arms.
“A long time?” Jimin says, pulling away just enough to look at Jeongguk with confusion and something else Jeongguk can’t quite place.
“I-I thought you guys knew,” he stammers, trying to sit upright, but a set of arms holds him tight.
“No, no, we knew,” Jimin says, his voice soft but insistent. “We just didn’t realize it was for a long time. How long?”
“Does it matter?” Jeongguk asks, his voice small, purposefully trying to dodge the question.
“Of course it matters!” Jimin exclaims, “and just to make it clear, we love you too.”
Jeongguk’s heart stutters in his chest, the words hitting like a wave, washing over him with a mix of relief and fear.
“Okay, alright, but you have to promise not to get mad at me if it’s worse than you expected. Okay?”
“Of course.”
“We’d never be mad at you, Ggukie.”
Jeongguk’s heart pounds in his chest as he gathers the courage to admit it. For so long, he’s held onto this truth, afraid of what it might mean, but now that he knows the feeling is mutual, most of the fear washes away.
“Since high school,” he admits in a whisper.
“Since high school?!” Jimin nearly shouts, incredulously, and then comically slaps a hand over his mouth, remembering there are other people in the room. Then, bafflingly, he starts to laugh. “Oh my god, how did this come full circle?”
“What? What do you mean?” Jeongguk asks, confused. He even feels Taehyung shift behind him until he’s perched on an elbow.
“Yeah, even I’m confused now,” Taehyung says.
Jimin laughs harder and wipes a stray tear away from the corner of his eye. He feels a little bit upset that Jimin is laughing so intensely over something that had been very important to him.
“Oh my god. Oh god. How do I even say this?”
“Just say it, Minnie.” Taehyung prompts, voice tinged with curiosity.
Jimin’s laughter fades, and he takes a deep breath, his expression shifting into something serious.
“Fuck, this is going to sound awful. I had a crush on you first, back then I mean.” He admits, gazing deeply at Jeongguk. “Before Taehyung and I started dating.”
This time Taehyung sits up, his arm slipping from around Jeongguk.
“Wait, what?”
Jimin nods, chewing at his lips, and shifts to sit up. Jeongguk, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, follows suit, sitting up between them.
“Yeah, I just. We were all close, and I just… I thought it was obvious. But then Tae started showing interest in me too, and we got together, so I just pushed it aside because I didn’t want to mess anything up. But I always wondered if things would have been different, if you felt the same way.”
“You—You never said anything.” Jeongguk stutters, his heart beating out of his chest.
“I didn’t really think I needed to,” Jimin says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Like I said, I thought I was obvious about it. And then everything happened with Taetae, and it just… it felt like it was too late.”
Taehyung lets out a low whistle, his gaze flicking between them. “Well, this is unexpected. I guess since we’re all admitting things, I have a confession to make too.”
“Fuck, well, alright. Since we’re throwing it all out there.” Jeongguk says.
“I uh—Ah. I’ve loved you for a while now, too,” he says, nervously fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Since university, while I was with you, Jimin.
Jimin’s expression falters, his eyes widening slightly. “Tae…”
Taehyung's voice is soft but unwavering, “I didn’t mean for it to happen, honest. We were all so close, and I love you, Jimin. Then and now. But there’s no good way to tell your boyfriend you’re interested in someone else. And I didn’t realize you liked him too.”
Taehyung’s confession hangs in the air, heavy and unexpected, leaving them in stunned silence.
Jimin’s lips part, but no words come out. His eyes flicker between the two of them. Jeongguk can visibly see the way he’s processing it all.
“God, if this is too much, we can just pretend tonight never happened, go home, and I’ll maintain a distance.”
“What, Jeongguk no.” Jimin insists, grabbing one of Jeongguk’s hands and intertwining their fingers. “I don’t know. I thought… I just thought I was the only one.”
Taehyung reaches out and grabs Jeongguk’s other hand, and then Jimin’s. “I didn’t know either,” he says, his voice filled with regret. “I thought I was doing the right thing by not saying anything. Now I realize how kind of stupid we’ve all been.”
Jeongguk can’t help but agree, they’d been holding onto their feelings individually for years.
“It was probably stupid of us to sleep together before we had this talk.” Jimin winces awkwardly, rubbing circles on the backs of Taehyung and Jeongguk’s hands.
Jeongguk’s laugh rumbles through the room at the absurdity of their situation. “You’re the one who woke me up by humping me!”
Jimin’s face splits into a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushing as he’s reminded at how this is kind of his fault. “Oh, that. Ah, I’m sorry. I’ve been having these dreams.”
“He already knows, Minnie.” Taehyung confesses, glancing at Jeongguk with a wink, “I might have told him while you were too busy trying to get in his clothes.”
“Hey! That’s not fair to tell my secrets without talking to me first.” Jimin squawks, yanking his hand from Taehyung’s to playfully smack him on the shoulder. The thwap of the hit pulls giggles from Taehyung.
They all fall silent for a moment, the tension easing as they smile stupidly at each other.
Taehyung speaks up first. “We’ve all been idiots, all of us. But we’re here now and everything is out in the open. So now what?”
Jimin glances between Jeongguk and Taehyung again, his expression thoughtful. “I think we should stop overthinking it. We’ve already crossed so many lines, and it’s clear how we all feel. What if we just give it a shot? Together?”
Taehyung nods, expression softening into one of adoration. “I agree. What do you think, Jeongguk? Do you want to date us?”
Jeongguk’s heart races as he looks between them. He’s thought about this more times that he can count, imagined what it might feel like to have them both. He’s wanted it for so long, and looking at them both, with their eyes full of hope, he’s certain.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice steady despite the flutter in chest. “Yeah, I do.”
Eventually, they settle down to sleep, the room quiet and warm. Jimin and Taehyung guide Jeongguk between them, their arms wrapping him up in their gentle embrace. They press soft kisses to his shoulders and whisper quiet words of love and affection as he drifts off, their voices a soothing lullaby.
For the first time in years, he feels at peace. In their arms, he feels safe and cherished. Loved. It reminds him of their teenage years, when they would curl up together after long days, bodies pressed closed. Back then, it had been innocent, but now it’s something deeper, something real.
He dreams of those university days, but the dreams are different than they used to be—warped, altered by the context he now has. He dreams of the way Jimin would look at him, the unspoken yearning both of them had been afraid to admit. He dreams of the way Taehyung’s touch would linger a little too long. In his dreams, he’d taken that leap and they’d ended up happy, a reflection of what he could have had, had any of them been brave enough to admit their feelings.
When he wakes, the warmth that had surrounded him is gone, replaced with the chill that makes him shiver. But there is another warmth, a warmth impossible to ignore, a heat pressing against his cock, making him gasp as he blinks away the sleep. The light streaming through the windows stings his eyes, but the sensation between his legs pulls him fully awake.
“Ggukie,” a voice whines, and Jeongguk’s skin prickles. Jimin.
He stirs, his body tense as he feels the soft, wet heat of Jimin’s mouth sliding over his cock. Jeongguk gasps, and groans.
“That’s not very nice of you, Minnie, moaning his name when I’m the one making you feel this good.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the room,
Jeongguk’s gaze shifts to see Taehyung behind Jimin, thrusting into him lazily. Jimin is on his hands and knees between Jeongguk’s legs, his face flushed with pleasure, his lips red and swollen where he mouths at Jeongguk’s cock, already hard and straining. Taehyung gives a particularly rough thrust, and Jimin’s mouth slides up Jeongguk’s length, causing him to choke out a moan.
“Finally awake, are you?” Taehyung says, his voice low and taunting.
“Fuck, you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?” Jeongguk groans, fisting a handful of Jimin’s hair. Jimin moans at the sharp sting of his grip, eyes glazed over as he looks up at Jeongguk with hooded eyes.
“You can blame Jiminie for that one,” Taehyung says with a smirk. “I woke up with his mouth around my cock.”
“Such a needy slut, aren’t you.” Jeongguk teases, his voice is still rough with sleep. Jimin bites his lip, trying to hold back a cry, but it escapes, strangled and eager. “A needy slut like you won’t mind if I use your mouth, right? Since you’re the one drooling all over me?”
Jimin nods furiously, opening his mouth and lolling his tongue out. The sight is lewd and has Jeongguk’s cock twitching and dribbling precum out of the slit that slides down the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re both going to be the death of me.”
He tightens his grip on Jimin’s hair and guides his mouth to his cock. His mouth is hot and wet as it envelops him, and Jimin lets him control the movements. He lets him guide him up and down and Jimin hums contentedly around him, his tongue firm as it drags along the underside with every movement, sending sparks of arousal coursing through Jeongguk’s body.
He can feel every movement, the way Jimin’s lips stretch around him, the soft suction that pulls at him with each bob of Jimin’s head, can feel the moment that he wraps his fingers around the base of Jeongguk’s cock to cover what he can’t grab. Jimin’s hand is stroking in time with his mouth, and Jeongguk’s hips jerk involuntarily at the sensation.
“God, you’re so good, Minnie.” Jeongguk murmurs, pulling Jimin up by the hair and releasing him. He let’s his hand slide down to cup Jimin’s cheek. His skin is flushes, flips slick and swollen. Jeongguk brushes a thumb over his lover lip, and Jimin moans, sucking it into his mouth for a moment before returning his focus to Jeongguk’s cock.
He can already feel the heat pooling in his gut, a thread pulled taut, ready to snap. Taehyung’s thrusts grow harder, purposely jostling him so he gags on Jeongguk’s cock, and white envelops Jeongguk’s vision at the feeling of his cock being squeezed by it. Jimin licks and sucks at his cock like his life depends on it, tonguing at the slit and putting pressure against the vein that throbs on the underside.
“You like that, don’t you? Taehyung says, low. “Being filled up while you suck him off. You’re such a greedy little slut for it.”
Jimin moans, the sound muffled around Jeongguk’s cock. He can feel its vibrations, and it sends a jolt of pleasure that threatens to snap the thread.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Taehyung groans, his hand coming down on Jimin’s ass with a resounding, sharp smack. Jimin pulls off with a cry, the sound sharp and needy. Tears are collecting in the corners of his eyes, and he looks so beautiful like this, fucked out and needy.
Taehyung fucks Jimin easily, movements that speak of their familiarity, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that looks like second nature to them. His thrusts are deep and steady, his hips rolling in a way that makes Jimin moan with every movement. Jimin’s body arches into the touch, a hand gripping the sheets and the other wrapped tightly around Jeongguk’s cock as Taehyung pounds into him relentlessly.
“Keep going,” Taehyung growls, thick with desire. “I want to hear you.”
He lands another slap against the same cheek, urging him to continue. Jimin cries out and whimpers, his lips parting as he takes Jeongguk back into his mouth. His movements are sloppy now, uncoordinated, as Taehyung’s thrusts push him forward. He’s messy like this, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth and sliding down his face and Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk would feel a little uncomfortable at the feeling of his pubic hair wet and sticking to him if it wasn’t so fucking hot.
“You’re drooling all over me, Minnie.” Jeongguk groans a hand coming to fist Jimin’s hair but letting him control the pace. “Such a messy little slut. You love letting us both use you, ain’t that right?”
Jimin moans, his eyes flicking up to meet Jeongguk’s. The sight of him—flushed and wrecked, his swollen red lips stretched around Jeongguk’s cock— sends a rush of heat straight to his core.
“You’re going to make me come,” Jeongguk growls, his hand fisting in the sheets, the other yanking at Jimin’s hair.
Jimin’s tongue is swirling around the head of his cock, and his hips jerk upward unconsciously. Jimin gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Come for us, Ggukie,” Taehyung says with a commanding tone. “Fill his mouth while I fuck him. Let him taste you.”
If he hadn’t been so close already, Taehyung’s demand and the way he stares at him with a heady expression would have been enough. Jeongguk comes with a hoarse cry, his release spilling in Jimin’s mouth. Jimin swallows, his throat working as milks Jeongguk through his orgasm, savoring every last drop.
“Fuck I’m so close,” Taehyung groans, his hand sliding around to close around Jimin’s cock that hangs heavy and hard between his thighs. Jimin pulls off of Jeongguk’s softening cock with a wet pop and a wrecked sob.
“Come for us, Minnie.” Jeongguk says, “let us see how good we make you feel.”
Jimin tenses, and comes with a choked cry, spilling onto the mattress beneath them before collapsing against Jeongguk’s lap while Taehyung fucks him through it.
Taehyung follows shortly after, his movements stuttering as he comes with a quiet grunt, his fingers digging imprints against Jimin’s raised hips.
Jeongguk reaches out, his hand finding Jimin’s hair again. He strokes it gently, threading his fingers through with soothing brushes. Jimin leans into it with a soft, worn out smile.
“I have a feeling you guys are going to be insatiable.” Jeongguk jokes, and Jimin hums, but he’s dead serious. Especially if the past day has been anything to go off. Taehyung chuckles, hand resting on the small of Jimin’s back as he pulls out, causing Jimin to wince against Jeongguk.
For a moment, the three of them are quiet as they catch their breath.
Once they’ve all calmed, Jeongguk carefully helps Jimin shift so he’s lying more comfortably on the bed, his head resting on Jeongguk’s thigh. Taehyung grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and hands it to Jimin, who takes a grateful sip before passing it to Jeongguk.
“You good?” Taehyung asks, his voice soft as he brushes a strand of hair off Jimin’s forehead.
Jimin nods, closing his eyes and basking in their attention, then says with his voice a little hoarse, “Yeah, better than good.”
“We should really shower, though. Check out is in an hour, and they’re probably going to be upset with the mess we left all over the bed,” Taehyung says, reaching forward to grab Jeongguk by the hand and tug him into a sitting position.
Jimin whines at the movement, then pouts.
“Come on, pouty pants,” Taehyung laughs, nudging Jimin with his hands. “We can still have fun at home.”
Jimin huffs but sits up anyway, and Jeongguk stretches. His muscles protest slightly from exertion, but he reaches out to ruffle Jimin’s hair comfortingly.
Later, when they check out, they’re all still giggling about the state of the sheets and the looks the concierge had given them as they left. Oh well, Jeongguk thinks, it’s kind of their fault anyway.