Dolly's

It’s your first time ever visiting Hoseok’s and Seokjin’s home and to be honest, your nerves are a little bit all over the place. A while ago, Seokjin has been asking you if you’d be interested in trying out new products and flavors for the coffee shop, knowing that Hoseok and Jimin would like anything sweet and probably say yes to each and every product. So he's been asking you instead, loving the way your face scrunches up whenever Hoseok brings you a dessert that isn’t exactly your taste-he just knows you’re going to be honest and eager about Seokjin’s new options.

But each time you both tried to find the time and trying to set up everything in his shop, people ended up interfering; one day it was Jimin on a sugar high asking for kisses, crying until you actually accepted to go home with him, on another one Yoongi whined about getting his coffee because he’s been stuck with that one design he had to finish and Seokjin being the only barista had to refill his cup every two minutes, and you even got Hoseok being… Well himself, overly happy to have you try new things with him and it just ended up with him feeding you until you couldn’t eat anymore.

You and Seokjin have thus decided that maybe the café wasn’t the best place to try out whatever Seokjin hat planned, that is why you’re now sat in their kitchen, waiting for him to find the box filled with new exciting ingredients he apparently kept here for your session to finally start. He has been enthusiastic about it, patiently waiting to find the right moment and right place, surprisingly being more relaxed than you about your numerous interruptions. He even told Jungkook about it, asking him if he wanted to come rather than to let an uncomfortable feeling sit between them. Not only because of how weird Seokjin and his dongsaeng got, but also because he knows about the younger’s sweet tooth. Jungkook had shyly refused, feeling like he needed to apologize to his older friend for making him feel like he needed his authorization to see you.

Jungkook is not proud of himself for that, but he appreciated Seokjin’s invitation nonetheless, despite declining it. He kissed your cheek this morning before you left; you immediately noticed him lingering, as if asking for forgiveness to have work today. He would have enjoyed spending more time with you and Seokjin after all, but he knows better than to piss off Yoongi and ask for another day when the older man has already been complaining about him slacking off. Jungkook has just accepted that he had to work a bit more nowadays and he knew you’d have a great time with Seokjin; he’s not that worried anymore (despite the thousand little messages and selfies he sent as if worried you’d forget about him).

“I just took the cooler because I don’t know what you’d rather start with but I have a feeling we’re only going to have a lot of sugar today,” Seokjin winks when you smile sheepishly because he’s definitely right, you’re in a sugar mood today. Well, you are most of the days, but Jungkook has been trying to keep all of you healthy and fit the last couple of weeks, so you’re happy to finally have an excuse to munch on as many treats as you can.

“What can I say, sugar is great and it sells!” You hear a chuckle at your bad attempt to justify yourself. Seokjin knows you’ve been craving sugar all day, you have kept on texting him questions about what he planned ever since you knew about it.

“Well, I technically cannot argue with that. We both know the café is always short of pastries quicker than the rest,” he almost sighs, dramatically advocating for his savory treats to be recognized and praised as much as the sweet ones. It’s funny to see him rant like that; Seokjin is always passionate about what he does, and even if he often dramatizes everything, you know there is truth lingering in his words.

It’s stupid, a mere detail in the middle of the conversation, but it’s little things like these that lets you know your friend a bit better, and today the new little fun fact is that Seokjin is definitely a fan of savory food. He’d choose Jimin’s sandwiches any day over Hoseok’s cupcakes, as much as it breaks his heart. They can be as cute as Hoseok wants them to be, it won’t change his heart: he loves sweets, but not enough to pick it over Jimin’s heavenly sandwiches. Never happening.

Though when he looks at you, he finds himself in a terrible dilemma because if anything, you’re the sweetest person he knows and even if he’d keep it to himself, he’d pick you over anything in a heartbeat. That’s a little secret that he’ll take with him to his grave; it’s better if no one knows about it anyway. Especially with you being out of reach for him.

“What should we start with, then?” You look at him with excitement, causing him to chuckle slightly at your energy. Sometimes, you’re as hard as Jungkook to keep up with; maybe that’s why you guys match so well.

“I took your list of our favorites from the exposition and I basically prepared a few drinks in those bottles here. We can always prepare them together as well, but I tried to save us some time, what do you say?” You almost pout in wonder, he can see the way you purse your lips, silently pondering about his words. You obviously would’ve loved to help him prepare everything, learning a few delicious recipes in the meantime, but you also really appreciate him taking such good care of you.

“Let’s already try those you prepared, then!” Your smile is sweet, he thinks. Maybe that is what draws him to take the bottles filled with colorful drinks he carefully prepared this morning. You watch him curiously as he places the smoothies in front of you, looking rather proud of himself as he opens the three bottles.

“So we have: mint, lemon, orange,” you grin at this one because this is the smoothie you’ve been the most excited about, “peach, pineapple, coconut,” this time, it’s Seokjin who grins because he already knows you’re going to like that one because it’s the most sugary between the three he made. He couldn’t help himself, he had to taste them before you tried them out (he wouldn’t tell you that, but he couldn’t let you be disappointed with something he prepared), “and the last one, raspberries and almond,“ this one will be Hoseok’s favorite. He knows it already.

“Any recommendations? Which one should I start with?” You take this situation completely serious, and Seokjin cannot help his little giggle-you’re just too endearing.

“Probably the almond one, it’s the least sweet between the three of them, we’ll finish with the peach one.” You wordlessly nod as Seokjin grabs two little glasses, carefully pours the smoothie and gives you the first glass almost automatically. You wait for him so that you can taste it together, and he winks at you when you finally get a taste of the smoothie.

God, that’s good.

“That tastes really good though,” you acknowledge, “I was expecting it to be more bitter since you said it wasn’t sweet. The almonds do taste incredible with it, I think Taehyung would really like the texture of it!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t sweet, I said it was the less sugary one, that’s totally different!” You chuckle at his outrage.

“I get it, I get it,” your smile refuses to leave your lips. You’re enjoying this; easy laughter with someone you enjoy spending time with outside your relationship. You’ve never had a lot of friends, especially not since they found out you’re mated to several people-everybody thought it’s weird. On the other hand, you are surrounded by five of the most lovable and gentle humans you’ve ever met, what more would you need?

Most people always say never befriend your partner’s friends, you’ll end up alone once you break up. Make your own friends, continue living your own life. But is it really the same if they’re not just your partner but your soulmate? You don’t think so.

It feels almost fresh not to be surrounded by a lot of people like you’re used to. It’s always very busy at the café and when you go to the parlor, it’s much quieter, but your three mates are always running everywhere. You’d think they’d be the most static ones since tattoos take time, yet instead they are always jumping from one appointment to the next while Jungkook is busy on the phone, organizing schedules or serving as the accountant of the parlor. They are always busy and a lot of people swing by just to ask questions or actually ask to get a random tattoo.

The only place you can be surrounded with silence is usually your studio. The boys don’t dare make any noise when they are invited (since it does not happen a lot) but most of the time you’re just alone, too engrossed in your work to try and seek any other distraction.

Hence, this serene atmosphere with quiet giggles and shared drinks is actually even more enjoyable than what you thought it would be. You’d never fear being bored with Seokjin, yet he always seems to catch on to your mood and acclimatize to you, knowing whether he needed to be extra energetic or rather chill. Seokjin’s mood often mirrors the general atmosphere of the room or the people he is with, and you’re always left wondering how he does it. How can he understand how people feel that easily? It looks like a magic trick; one that you struggle to understand. Yet, here he is, smiling gently, soft in his movements and careful not to speak too loud, as if sensing that you had been nervous about coming alone to their apartment for the first time. He does it like it’s his second nature, and you ponder the meaning of his behavior. Is he just used to finding the perfect balance between his feelings and the ones of his speaker since he was working with customers on a daily basis?

Jungkook would have a few things to learn from him then, you almost snort at your thoughts.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He catches your attention too easily, even when you’re far away in your daydreams.

“Yeah, I’m good. Should we try the next one?” He blinks at your soft smile, almost confused.

God, he needs to focus a bit more on the drinks.

“Y-Yeah, sure. Which one would you prefer first?” You look unbothered by his inner turmoil, which he is glad for. Seokjin doesn’t think that he could explain why his ears are suddenly turning pink. And to be honest, he doesn’t want to.

“Whichever you want to taste first,” he doesn’t even look at you anymore, more worried about his sudden disconnection with reality.

Seokjin doesn’t live in a world in which he can kiss you, and he has to accept it quickly.

You look at him confused when he excuses himself to the toilets, hurrying himself in his house as if his hands were somehow burning. It leaves you quiet, too uneasy to say something, but you’re quick to shrug it off and go rinse the glasses you both just used. You eye the other glasses, contemplating just using new ones, but you’d feel uncomfortable knowing that this is not your home and not your kitchen. Seokjin joked about this room being his. This is his kitchen; Hoseok himself is barely allowed there, apparently. Both of them always joke around about that, but even the decoration screams Seokjin. You snort at the thought; it’s clear that their running gag is actually pretty true, that explains why they always laugh a little bit harder than you.

You glance at the room once you’re done, curiously watching Seokjin’s sacred space. It’s funny how different and yet similar his kitchen is to the one of your apartment. He obviously arranged it differently, but somehow, it makes sense. You don’t struggle to find where things are because it’s weirdly similar to the organization of your kitchen. It makes you smile when you open a drawer and find the plates. Just like at home.

It’s almost funny really; had you not known Seokjin and Hoseok before, you would have believed that this was done on purpose, but you know better than to believe that ridiculous thought. You’re just strangely similar to the two soulmates, and the thought drags a giggle out of you. You open another drawer, expecting to find birthday supplies and a lot of stuff that you always find in the last drawer of a kitchen, surprisingly. However, you are met with Seokjin’s cooking books. It’s a wonder how all of them fit inside, they are carefully stacked in the drawer, leaving little room to add anything else. A spiral-bound book catches your eyes and you carefully remove all the books that are over it in order to grab it. Seokjin’s handwriting is easily identifiable on the cover of the notebook, and you’re impressed at Seokjin’s details and little doodles of the dishes he wrote about. Everything has been carefully done, you wonder how long it took him to write all of that. As you skim through the pages, you notice that the written recipes even have a success rate written down. You snort amused, how did he estimate those numbers? It doesn’t really surprise you from him, though; he’s a very meticulous and organized person: only Seokjin could keep a recipe notebook this clean with so may information inside it and hide it so cautiously as if someone would try to rob it. It looks like the notebook has been used many times; it makes you question about the reason why it was under almost every single cooking book he seems to own.

In the middle of the notebook, though, the recipes stop and you’re about to let the notebook go when your eyes stop on a fully written page. You frown.

It’s nothing like what was previously written: the writing is messy and disorganized, no doodles or side notes... Nothing like the rest of the notebook. It takes you aback and for a second, you think that maybe you should not read it. The notebook was in the kitchen, so technically an open space without any restriction or off-limits area but you know that this is Seokjin’s space nonetheless, so maybe you aren’t supposed to read this.

But when you can clearly read your name, it’s hard not to glance at the words on the sheet of paper. It’s dumb really, you know you shouldn’t. Your eyes widen and you close the notebook as soon as you read the paragraph involving your name because you might want to throw up if you read more. You shouldn’t have opened it, you shouldn’t have been looking at his stuff anyway. You hurry to put every book in its place and you wait for Seokjin with the two now empty and clean glasses with a somber expression. You’re almost nervous when he comes back and as much as he probably caught your sudden discomfort, he says nothing and merely moves on in an awkward atmosphere.

As you start drinking again, you hate yourself for replaying this sentence again and again in your mind because you know that this is dangerous.

I know (Y/N) is our soulmate too, I can just feel it. Hoseok might have caught it too, I think, he’s pretty observant when he wants to. But Yoongi remains a problem and I don’t think that I can overcome it. He hates me, anyway.

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Jungkook feels weirdly restless, pacing around their house with nothing to do without annoying his boyfriends. Jimin went to practice his dancing skills with Hoseok, spending the evening in the town’s dance studio, you’re busy with Seokjin and Taehyung has busied himself with decorating the parlor. Jungkook did work for two hours this morning, but they didn’t have any other appointments, and now he really wishes he’d just say yes to accompany you to Seokjin’s. He has cleaned the entire house already-even Namjoon’s (really messy) office room, but he doesn’t feel satisfied yet. He’s frustrated.

This week has been weirdly stressful for all of them, maybe it just feels weird for Jungkook to finally have time settling down and… do nothing? No, he can’t do that.

Ggukkie🔪☠️: bro

Ggukkie🔪☠️: wanna go to the gym with me

Yoongles🖤: dude i’m your boyfriend, don’t bro me

Yoongles🖤: and you just want me to go to the gym with you so you have someone staring at you lifting dangerous amounts of weights

Ggukkie🔪☠️: so

Yoongles🖤: i’ll be there in 20

Yoongi didn’t even need 20 minutes to arrive, it was exactly 14 minutes and 23 seconds until Jungkook’s phone rang once to signal him that he could come out.

He slides on the passenger's seat with a mischievous smirk. “You’re so predictable, hyung. We all know about your strength kink, you’d even miss your naptime to go to the gym with either of us.”

“Fuck off,” Yoongi mutters as he drives them to the gym, knowing that Jungkook was absolutely right.

But Jungkook played his unbothered role well-even though he loves seeing his hyung wearing gym clothes, the loose shorts, tight muscle shirt that has slowly getting a little too small around his shoulders and chest. His hyung is getting more and more buff since he came into the relationship feeling insecure about his body-and Jungkook loves how confident he grew with every visit to the gym.

“Why aren’t you in your gym clothes already? You always change before because you hate how disgusting the changing rooms are,” Yoongi mutters as they walk down the stairs for Jungkook to get changed. Pouting, the younger shrugs. “I was too lazy.” And I had different plans for you, hyungie.

Because once Jungkook steps out of his shoes and gets rid of his jeans, Yoongi gasps. Right there, in front of him, in the gym dressing room, there’s Jungkook-wearing black lace lingerie.

“Fuck you,” Yoongi coughs as he tries to look away, but how could he? Jungkook is right in front of him, abs and thighs on display, looking at him with those sinful eyes, the lace just gives him the rest.

The younger walks towards his hyung and smiles teasingly. “They’re so comfortable, I didn’t want to change out of them just for the gym, you know?”

He is quick to change into his gym clothes though, knowing that Yoongi will have a hard time enjoying his training now.

Yoongi doesn’t know what he has been doing the past hour, but you couldn’t really call it training. Jungkook is all he can think of-Jungkook and the goddamn lingerie.

“Hyung, could you help me reach the pull-up bar?” Jungkook smiles innocently, acting as if he couldn’t just jump the few centimeters that are missing. Yoongi grunts, knowing that he has the strength to lift Jungkook up, even though he’s just too lazy to use his muscles most of the time. Jungkook probably doesn’t even think Yoongi will really do it.

“Sure, bun,” Yoongi shrugs as he steps behind Jungkook and effortlessly lifts him up with both hands around the younger’s small waist. Jungkook grips the bar, staring down at his boyfriend. “You… I… You can…,” he stutters, seemingly forgetting about his task.

Yoongi just winks at him, seemingly unbothered. “Yup. Be careful, not anyone here might wanna see your underwear that’s showing once you lift your arms.”

Then, he finally finds the mind space to start his own workout.

Both of them are a sweaty mess once they reach the house, tension somewhat visible as they enter the bathroom. “Fuck,” Jungkook groans as he presses Yoongi against the wall, “That was so hot, babe.” Yoongi laughs, grabbing Jungkook’s ponytail and wrapping it around his fingers. “Yeah? Got all worked up after laughing at me for having a strength kink?” He twirls them around easily, lifting Jungkook up once again, this time securing his long legs around his waist.

“Yeah,” Jungkook mutters before he finally connects their lips in a hot kiss. Yoongi hums, tightening his hold on Jungkook’s ass as he presses him even further into the fall. “Gonna be my good buy, Ggukkie? Gonna let hyung take care of you? Wanted to have you underneath me ever since I told Taehyung how to fuck you real good."

Jungkook whines, stuck in some sort of role conflict because he’s not a sub, really. He planned to wear the lingerie to drive Yoongi crazy-he thought it’d be extremely hot to top him wearing nothing but the delicate lace. He has literally thought about pounding Yoongi’s ass for weeks now, it can’t be Jungkook now that has to do the bottom-especially since he doesn’t bottom. Ever. Even though he loved the feeling of Taehyung’s cock up his ass. Not that he’d ever tell anybody.

Yoongi’s lips dance around on the salty skin of Jungkook’s neck and it’s enough to nearly drive Jungkook crazy. He knows that Yoongi is trying to give him enough time to think about this decision, yet his thoughts are making less and less sense in his mind and all he can feel is Yoongi. “Imagine how good it feels to have someone take care of you, bun. To just let go of all the worries, not having to think about being all strong and dominant for once.” He whispers against Jungkook’s skin, enjoying the way his boyfriend already pants against his ear. Honestly more than just wanting to have the upper-hand on Jungkook, Yoongi knows how relaxing this could become for someone who is used to be in control and to control everything around him. Jungkook prepared schedules, prepares lunches, prepares dates, organize the desk and probably the whole parlor too. He is always in charge, and the older man knows damn well how exhausting it gets. Maybe Jungkook knows it too because his next words come surprisingly easily for him.

“Wanna be good for you, hyungie,” Jungkook whispers after thinking about it for a few more moments. And that’s all Yoongi needs to change into his favorite mindset to finally ruin Jungkook.

“I already know you’re going to be so good for me, bun. Let’s take a shower first, hm? Getting you all nice and clean for me to destroy,” Yoongi smirks as he helps Jungkook undress, staring at the tightness of his abs after the workout. “So strong,” he whispers and glides down in front of his youngest boyfriend, getting rid of his shorts as well so that Jungkook is wearing nothing but the lingerie again.

“Such strong thighs, wanna fuck them so badly. You’re gonna let me fuck them, right?”

Jungkook groans as he looks down through hooded eyes, seeing Yoongi kneeling in front of him like that. Yoongi’s kind of dominance is different from his own, less aggressive but still so firm and strict. It’s also caring in a way he doesn’t understand how it works, but he knows he’s in good hands and will remain safe. He can’t help but nod, the urge to satisfy is too huge. “Yes, hyung.”

Yoongi hums again, watching Jungkook squirm under his gentle fingertips. “Too bad you wore those at the gym, can’t wear them after your shower, hm? But I bet you do own a few other pairs, right? Bet you love feeling all pretty wearing those, standing in front of the mirror, admiring yourself.” And it embarrasses him slightly, because they both know that he’s right. He slowly slides the underwear down, exposing Jungkook fully, the musky scent so strong in his nose that Yoongi growls. “So good, bun.”

Their shower is quick and messy, wet kisses are shared and Yoongi can’t stop himself from edging Jungkook as he eats his ass under the stream of water until the younger sobs in frustration. “Please, hyung,” he whines and stomps-like an actual bunny-earning a slap on his butt for that. “Stop whining,” Yoongi mutters as he plunges his tongue into Jungkook’s hole once again. The younger was insecure at first, not being as soft or smooth as he was with Taehyung, but Yoongi was quick to remind him that body hair is normal and that all of them grow body hair. It’s something he had expected with Jungkook; it doesn’t really surprise Yoongi that Jungkook overthinks his body hair even when his mind is clouded by desire. Yoongi does make a mental note to help Jungkook feel more comfortable and at ease with his own body, though. On his side, Jungkook decides that he might enjoy getting waxed regularly-if he’s rewarded with Yoongi’s tongue deep inside his ass.

“Close,” Jungkook mutters, trying to press his body even closer to Yoongi’s face. But instead of giving into Jungkook’s pleasure, the elder just pulls away with a satisfied grin. “Get out of the shower and dry yourself off,” he orders as he casually starts washing the sweat off of his own body. Jungkook gasps, obviously trying to speak up against his hyung, but bows his head with a silent “yes, hyung” instead. Yoongi expected more reluctance, more fights for dominance but surprisingly, Jungkook is pliant, obedient like he’s never been, and the older man finds himself wondering how long this is going to take for him to snap back into the role he has a hard time letting go. He knows Jungkook is going to be a brat at some points, he just expected it to be pretty much constant.

As soon as Jungkook dries himself off, he hands his towel to Yoongi to get dry as well.

“You look so pretty hyung,” Jungkook whispers with a blush.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, trying to act cool, but the compliment quickens his heartbeat nevertheless. Obedient Jungkook is terrible for his heart, he decides. It’s really making it skip a few beats and he isn’t sure if he loves it or hates it. “Such an obedient bun, Ggukkie. Wanna go and grab your collar for hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes widen, the feeling of the beautiful collar around his throat has been a forbidden thought ever since the night with Taehyung, yet not lost on Yoongi who caught his obsession with the jewerly. Yoongi can see the sparkles in Jungkook’s eyes as the younger one nods, biting on his bottom lip to hide his eager smile. “Yes, hyung.”

Jungkook is back even before Yoongi had the chance to get dressed, but why would he need clothes anyway? “Here, hyung,” Jungkook says as he hands Yoongi the collar, lifting his chin to allow his hyung to wrap the leather around his strong neck. Yoongi works quickly but gently, making sure that he can easily fit a finger between the leather and Jungkook’s neck so nothing will bruise later on. He usually doesn’t mind leaving nasty marks, but a collar burning on of his mates’ neck is not in his option. He’d hate to make it too painful for Jungkook.

“Where do you want to do this, bun?” Yoongi asks, wanting to create a comfortable atmosphere for his boyfriend. After all, he’s also doing for him, for all of this pressure to finally leave his tensed shoulders.

Jungkook thinks about it, a wicked smile on his lips as he whispers “living room”, knowing that he’d die of shame if one of his other boyfriends would see him taking dick-but right now, the shame, the feeling of getting caught, that’s exactly what he needs.

“Mhh, so shameless,” Yoongi hums as he hooks one finger into the ring of Jungkook’s collar and drags him into the living room. It’s fun to have Jungkook moving from a single finger, Yoongi cannot help but chuckle darkly. “Knees,” he says as he sits down on the couch, motioning Jungkook to sit between his legs, erection right in front of his eager face.

“Gonna show me how eager you really are? Show me that you really want my cock, huh?”

Jungkook nods, trying to grab Yoongi’s dick, but the elder is quick to speak. “No hands, bun. Put them behind your back,” he’s not rude though, guiding the pouting man in front of him towards his length, helping him slide down on it and with a teasing grin, he holds Jungkook’s head down until he can feel the younger struggle to breathe. Then, he lets go.

Jungkook coughs, spit dribbling down his chin and onto Yoongi’s cock, but the elder enjoys it slippery and wet. As soon as he knows that Jungkook’s lungs are full, he repeats the process again and again, until his boyfriend is almost crying because of the gagging and the desperate need to hump something. “Poor thing, the air isn’t giving you anything, huh?” Yoongi teases as he sees Jungkook move his hips into nothing.

The younger whines, nodding and looks up at his boyfriend with those teary eyes. Obedient Jungkook is truly dangerous for Yoongi’s heart, he realizes with a groan. “God, fuck, okay. C’mon,” he grabs Jungkook by the hair again-absolutely loving the length, messy locks framing his face and falling down to his shoulders-, yanking him up and onto his lap. “You’re going to ride hyung, alright bun?” Jungkook nods like the eager bunny he is, already trying to sink down onto Yoongi, but he gets stopped rather quickly.

“Dumb little bunny, don’t forget the lube. Gonna lube yourself up, right? Use your fingers well, Ggukkie?” Yoongi is almost a hundred percent sure that Jungkook will shy away from this task, but the boy is far too gone to feel anything but lust right now. He nods, grabbing the lube and messily spreads it around his hole, not caring about the waste that drips down onto Yoongi’s legs.

“Look so good, baby,” he encourages the man on his lap, mesmerized by the way his strong arms move to open himself up even more. The way his inked skin is moving, veins popping up the faster Jungkook moves his hand, the whines he lets out whenever he finds the right angle. He makes sure to praise him to keep him in this headspace; Jungkook looks quite happy to be taken care off and to be told that he’s pretty. Yoongi cannot find it in himself not to allow a few more praises to slip past his lips.

“Stop before you’re coming,” warns Yoongi without any bite in his voice, obviously enjoying the show Jungkook is giving him on purpose. “I know you’re just doing this to tease me, so keep on going, but if you cum without me inside you, you won’t be getting my cock at all, bun.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as his hand stops, precum oozing out of his slit and he stares at Yoongi. Then, his brows furrow. “I can come whenever I want, hyung.”

Of course, right fucking now Jungkook has to act up, trying to prove how strong he is. Yoongi just rolls his eyes at the weak attempt and twists Jungkook’s nipple, earning a yelp from him. It was too good to be true, wasn’t it? “Fuck.” “Don’t act up on me now, you can pull that move on your other boyfriends. But for me right now, you’ll be an obedient little bun that listens to what I say, right?”

Jungkook presses his lips into a tight line and starts moving his fingers again, not caring about Yoongi because he’s just so close.

“Stop.” Yoongi warns him, cat-eyes glimmering dangerously, but Jungkook acts like he doesn’t hear him, speeding his movements and starting to grind against Yoongi’s thigh. Just as his lips form into a silent scream, Yoongi grabs the base of Jungkook’s cock and presses, ruining his boyfriend’s orgasm just in time.

Jungkook is on the verge of crying, stilling his movements with shock written over his features. He’s about to protest, but Yoongi removes Jungkook’s fingers from his hole and thrusts into him mercilessly. Then, he wraps his inked hands around his throat, hissing through clenched teeth.

“If I tell you to do something, you will do it. If I tell you to stop, you’re going to fucking stop. First you act like a greedy whore, wanting my dick shoved up your ass, begging for it with tears in your eyes and then you’re deciding to disobey your hyung?”

Jungkook whines, arms wrapped around Yoongi’s neck, trying to gain more friction by moving his hips, but Yoongi holds him still. He stands up, easily lifting Jungkook with him, still seated on his dick.

“And now you’re missing any words, bun? Too bad,” he fakes sympathy as he walks towards the nearest wall with Jungkook around him. As soon as he presses Jungkook against it, he continues moving his hips, grinding into Jungkook’s prostate with each thrust.

“Tell me how sorry you are Gguk, hm? Maybe I’ll be nice with you.”

“Koo’s sorry, Koo will listen,” Jungkook cries, his ruined orgasm and the intense amount of pleasure combined with Yoongi fucking him against a wall being too much for him. He can’t stop the noises that spill out of his mouth, tongue loose and eyes unfocused. He isn’t thinking anymore; he’s merely uttering the first thing that he can.

“Hmm, Koo better be sorry. But you’re going to be a good bun now, right?”

Yoongi shoves three fingers into Jungkook’s mouth, enjoying the way his throat constricts about them, spit running down his wrist. Jungkook blabbers around his fingers, not being able to form any words, but that’s exactly what Yoongi wanted.

Yet, they’re so focused on each other, that they don’t hear the door opening.

“I hope that movie is available on Netflix, I’ve been waiting months to watch it. You can already go into the living room, hyung. I’ll just drop off my bag in the laundry room,” Jimin announces to Hoseok as they come home from dancing-obviously meeting up to watch a movie together. In the living room.

Where Jungkook and Yoongi celebrate the fuckfest of their lives. Of course.

“Alright, Minnie,” Hoseok chirps as happily as always as he steps into the living room.

“Huh?” He says as he hears the weird noise. Until he sees Jungkook and Yoongi.

“Shit. Fuck. I-. You-. And how…,” he is at a loss for words, searching for them but his brain goes blank at the sight of Yoongi’s slim, inked back, Jungkook’s legs wrapped around his slim waist and the soft flesh of his ass.

Yoongi is fucking Jungkook. Against a wall. In their living room.

The scene is definitely not processed in Hoseok’s mind.

“Hyung, is everything alright? You can start the TV already if you want to! Oh-,” Jimin grows quiet as he sees Hoseok standing there, staring at the couple. “Oh!”

It’s only then that Jungkook seems to realize what’s really happening, trying to bite on Yoongi’s fingers that are still pressing onto his tongue. He did enjoy playing with fire, on the verge of getting caught, but he doesn’t really appreciate it happening for real, especially not by Hoseok.

“Ouch! Fucking brat,” Yoongi hisses but removes his fingers nevertheless, a thick string of saliva still connecting them to Jungkook’s lips. And then, he realizes, too. “Fuck!”

They all just stare at each other, confused and exposed. Maybe a bit angry too, because this is Jungkook’s second ruined orgasm of the day. But Yoongi doesn’t pull out, he’s frozen. Actually no, his priority is to get Jungkook safe. He was deep into his headspace, Yoongi is responsible for him and his safety, he needs to move quickly.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispers at the same time Jimin does so.

“Hyung you fucked Jungkook? And none of us was allowed to watch? That’s so rude!” Jimin stomps and crosses his arms in front of his chest, not realizing how strange this situation is. It’s something that he’s used to. Coming back to his mates fucking, it’s nothing out of his norms by now. However, he seems to forget about Hoseok for a brief second.

“I-,” Hoseok stutters as he glances at the complete mess that Jungkook is. He’s wearing a fucking collar, his precious little Jungkookie. Obviously, Hoseok knows more about their sex life than he really wanted to, but this is different. It’s Yoongi.

The man he shared his first kiss with, the man he knows was in love with him.

They could’ve been a thing if Hoseok didn’t meet Seokjin shortly before he turned eighteen. And he is happy for Yoongi, he really is. Still, his heart aches weirdly as he interrupts the couple being intimate as they are right now.

It feels wrong to be here, it feels wrong to see them, but what feels worse is that he unknowingly grew a boner that he can’t hide in his sweatpants. God, he really does not want to linger on the thought that he’d die to be either in Jungkook’s position or in Yoongi’s one. Why the hell would he think about that? He shouldn’t. He has no right to.

“Hobi-hyung,” Jungkook whispers, hiding his delicate frame behind Yoongi, only his eyes visible behind Yoongi’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have seen something like that.”

Yoongi huffs, trying to protect Jungkook in such a vulnerable situation. “This is our house, bun. We are allowed to fuck in any room, Jimin could’ve told us-”

“He’s right, Jungkook. I’m sorry I interrupted, I actually have to go anyway. Sorry, continue? I mean, if you’re still… Ugh, sorry,” then Hoseok bids his goodbyes and practically runs out of the door, leaving the room quiet and somewhat cramped.

It frustrates Yoongi to no end. He wraps Jungkook in his arms, leaving Jimin behind without a single world because for now, he has a boy to protect. He needs to make sure that Jungkook is alright before he thinks about what the hell just happened and how disgusted Hoseok seemed to be when he saw his body. The skinny, lanky limbs. Maybe he even has buttne? Does he have back hair?

Hoseok is used to Seokjin's tall, broad frame-nothing of those Yoongi has.

Concentrate Yoongi, you’ll cry later.

“You good bun?” He feels the younger tremble in his arms and it worries him.

“I… I don’t know,” Jungkook avoids eye contact as much as he can. Yet, Yoongi is a stubborn man, he’ll get him to open his eyes soon enough.

“Bun, look at me, Jungkook. You did nothing wrong, okay? We didn’t do anything that was wrong. We are in the privacy of our home, usually we text each other when we bring someone else to the apartment, Jimin should have sent a text.” Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t open his eyes nonetheless.

“Look at me, pretty boy,” Jungkook does not comply, so Yoongi hugs him close instead, “you took everything really well; you actually let me take over, I know it’s hard for you, I’m quite surprised at how obedient you were. I’m sorry it ended up like that though, I wish I could have made it more pleasurable, but we kinda were interrupted, yeah?”

Jungkook almost chuckles against Yoongi’s skin, the latter can feel his lips stretching into a smile at least. “Did you like it, though?” He feels Jungkook’s head nodding in the crook of his neck and as much as Yoongi relishes in the feeling of the younger man behind so close to him without picking a fight, he needs more than just a nod to make sure that he is alright.

“I need words, bun.”

A groan is his sole answer before Jungkook finally stops hiding and peeks at Yoongi.

“Yeah, I liked it.” The discomfort Jungkook feels when admitting it aloud is clear on his features, and it makes Yoongi smile softly. Jungkook is a prideful man, not being in charge is delicate for him. As the youngest (before you arrived), he has always felt the need to prove that he wasn’t a baby and that he could handle a lot, even more than his hyungs.

It’s something he has trouble letting go, but maybe one day he’ll get there, Yoongi is sure of it.

“Yeah? Next time, I’ll make sure you come, bun.” Jungkook snorts and lightly punches Yoongi’s shoulder, and the older one just lets him do it without complaining. Maybe he lets out a groan and mumbles that he did not deserve that, but if he had to be honest, Jungkook’s body tackling him into the bed to cuddle him and trap him as close to him as he could really makes Yoongi soft.

“I’d like that. I love you, hyungie."

Yoongi barely hears it; not that Jungkook didn’t want him to, but the younger one was just falling asleep in his arms and it apparently just slipped from his lips with his consciousness as well. Smiling, Yoongi pulls the sheets higher on Jungkook’s body, making sure his boyfriend won’t be cold in the middle of his well-deserved nap.

He brushes a few strands of hair from his forehead before sending a message to Jimin.

“Hyung? Do you need anything?” Startled, Yoongi turns around to see Jimin at the door.

“How the hell did you come this quickly? I barely pressed send.”

Jimin chuckles at Yoongi’s confusion.

“I was hoping you’d call me to join but I see that you’re already done,” he pouts, “you could have waited for me to be home.”

“You were with Hobi anyway. Jimin, next time please, send a message. You know I always check before-”

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m spent from practice, it just slipped my mind.” He sighs almost uncomfortably.

“Can you watch over Jungkook? I need to talk to Hoseok or it’s going to be weird for a while, which I don’t want to happen. But I also cannot let Jungkook wake up alone, can you do that for me?” He almost pleads and Jimin just smiles softly.

“Of course I can, Hyung. Though I tried messaging Hobi-hyung to apologize but he didn’t reply to my message, the bastard left me on read,” the glint of disappointment in Jimin’s eyes surprises Yoongi, but at the same time, he has no reason for his confusion.

Jimin and Hoseok are close friends. Ever since Jimin started working at the café, they’ve been hanging out a lot, sharing dance sessions and watching movies together because no other of his boyfriends share Jimin's love for musical movies.

“I’ll figure it out, I’ll try to contact him. Take care of Gguk, okay? Don’t tease him, please. It was hard enough to get him in a good headspace without him fighting back-”

“Stop worrying so much, I won’t press his buttons. I’ll let him rest anyway, he’s had a lot of work recently. You all did, to be fair, we barely saw you this week.” Jimin’s tone is disapproving, but the three of them have tried their hardest to come home not too late and to spend time with the rest of their soulmates. It just has just been difficult.

“I know, I know. I’ll tell Jungkook to slow down on the schedule, we’ll try to rest a bit more once we’re done with this hell of a week.” Jimin chuckles at Yoongi’s words, “anyway, I’ll be back soon, I hope. Take the opportunity to rest as well, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you took one more shift too.”

Jimin looks away instantly, while Yoongi chuckles. They all caught on Jimin’s new shift, but none of them said anything about it. They all know why Jimin works harder than usual.

He’s the most adamant one on getting a new place for them to live with Yoongi. And he always wants the best for his mates, the most luxury bathrooms, huge bedrooms-even if it costs more than they could afford for now, he will work for it.

It’s also kind of why Jungkook and Taehyung have been adding more clients into their schedule as well, working longer than the studio hours, just to earn more money.

You’ve been working a lot as well recently, selling more and more paintings but not spending too much money even though you should treat yourself once in a while.

Only Namjoon stayed true to his schedule, but it’s solely because his schedule is never peaceful anyway. None of them can remember the last time that Namjoon took a break. During school vacation, he’s usually at seminars.

They all hate it, but for once, it allows them to dive into work with less guilt than they would have if Namjoon had been the only one left at home alone. At least, they’re all busy.

Though, Yoongi has other things to worry about: like Hoseok not answering his calls. Fuck. He knows it’s self-destructive, but he cannot help and replay Hoseok’s disgusted expression as he caught him with Jungkook. He tried his best to tell himself that they didn’t do anything wrong; he did tell Jungkook that they had not done anything wrong. However, it feels like he’s been caught cheating or something when Hoseok is not even his boyfriend. He doesn’t know if this makes him ache for Hoseok or feel like he’s betraying his soulmates with his thoughts.

Yoongi hates feeling that way. He doesn’t want to emotionally cheat on his partners; he loves every single one of them so fucking much that it hurts to even think that he might be emotionally cheating on them.

No. No, he has to stop panicking so much. He loves them, dearly, and he wouldn’t leave them for anyone else. He just needs to talk it out with Hoseok so that their relationship doesn’t turn super weird, at least for Jimin’s sake.

Hoseok never picks up but at least he sends a message:

Stop calling, Yoongi.

What does he mean, stop calling? Yoongi needs to talk with him, even just for five minutes. So he pleads for Hoseok to give him just 10 minutes of his precious time; Yoongi doesn’t need more, he probably won't even be able to speak more or he’ll actually throw up. He cannot help but think that Hoseok’s look of disgust was directed at his body or at his behavior. Surely, he was expecting for Yoongi to be a considerate lover, not someone mindlessly fucking the youngest boy of their friend group like a whore.

Is Yoongi really this disgusting? Did he pressure Jungkook into a submissive role?

God, Hoseok must think he’s a disgusting pervert, now. Great. It couldn’t have been worse. He wouldn’t be surprised if Hoseok did not answer him and just refused to talk to him again. However, to Yoongi’s surprise, Hoseok accepts, telling him to join him at the café because there is no one there. The café closed a few hours ago; he closed it with Jimin before heading to the dance studio. Yoongi has never been this quick to reach the café. Even on the opening day of the parlor, he had almost been late. A bad habit of his that his soulmates have just accepted. Yoongi has flaws, too many for his liking, but his soulmates keep on telling him that they love him this way.

It’s still surreal to him, but for now, he has to face his reality. Hoseok, with a livid and pale face.

“What do you want, hyung?” His voice is almost empty and Yoongi hates it. He’d rather see Hoseok screaming for the first time than to see him this empty, almost like a shell of himself.

“Hoseok, look, I’m sorry, we should have been more considerate, I understand if what you saw shocked you,“ even to Yoongi, it sounds dramatic, Hoseok just caught them having sex.

There is nothing terrible there, they all have sex, Hoseok probably gets plenty with Seokjin, but Yoongi cannot help it, he feels the need to explain himself, “I don’t want to jeopardize your relationship with Jimin, or even with Jungkook. I know you love the kids, so I’m fucking sorry if this disturbed you, and I get it truly, if you never want to speak with me again, I’d get it-”

“No, Yoongi, shut up. You never get anything, do you? Fucking idiot."

Yoongi freezes in his tracks, unable to answer. Hoseok doesn’t even sound angry, yet the harshness of his words takes him aback.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a deer caught in the headlights.” Yoongi doesn’t know what to say; he never does when it comes to Hoseok. “Fuck, Yoongi, do you need me to spell it for you or what? Me? Wishing to never speak to you again? What’s wrong with you to even think that?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen at these words, but Hoseok doesn’t stop there, “you keep on saying that you don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with Jimin and Jungkook, but I am the one who doesn’t want to ruin everything for you.”

Either Hoseok’s words make no sense, or they are definitely not thinking about the same thing. Oh. Oh, no, they aren’t, there is no way Hoseok is telling him that he has the same thoughts as Yoongi, nope. Not possible. It will never happen, he has to stop trying so hard to live in his fantasies.

“Look, Hoseok, I don’t think we’re speaking about the same thing-”

“Yoongi, Goddammit, when will you understand that I’m fucking in love with you and that I cannot tell you because you fucking ran away from me that day when we kissed and now I have a soulmate, and you have soulmates that love you, and I fucking love them too, so I refuse to hurt any of them!”

“What?” God, this has to be the lamest thing he ever replied.

“What do you mean? Why did you run away when we kissed back then? You hurt me, Yoongi, you really did!”

Yoongi tried to think about an answer, anything that wouldn’t scream at Hoseok that he was a coward.

“I was afraid we wouldn’t be soulmates once I’d be 18.” Hoseok’s expression falls even more, and Yoongi just realizes a second too late that he admitted that he had been a coward.

“You…” Hoseok blinks a few times, anger and confusion mixing in his glistening eyes. Yoongi is about to get closer because, fuck, Hoseok is about to cry.

His hope is about to shatter.

“You fucking asshole!” Hoseok yells, much to Yoongi’s surprise. The younger man comes at him and pushes him back. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do; Hoseok has never been like that with him.

“You ran away from me, from us, for what? Because you were fucking scared?” He really wants to say that this is a misunderstanding and that he’s wrong, but he can’t. He can’t because this is exactly what happened, so instead he lets his eyes trail on the ground, not meeting Hoseok’s fury.

“Answer me, Yoongi!”

“Yeah, I was fucking scared, okay? And I had reasons to be because you never tried to come to me afterward! You didn’t send a message, didn’t call, didn’t come to my place, you had a lot of ways to come to me too, but you didn’t! No, instead you found another man, the whole school was talking about how you two were, and surprise! He was actually your mate!” Maybe Yoongi had not been the easiest one to understand, but Hoseok had been fucking confusing too.

“What else was I supposed to think? You ran away after kissing me and didn’t try to contact me either! What else was I supposed to do? Wait until I see you with someone else?”

“Don’t put the blame on me when you fucked up too! How was I supposed to know that you wanted me when we drunk-kissed and a few days later you were in a relationship with another guy I didn’t know existed!” Hoseok’s anger doesn’t seem to have an end because he grabs Yoongi’s collar to pull him closer, as if worried that his voice wouldn’t get through him if he was too far away.

“It wasn’t a few days after, it was a whole month after Yoongi! You had a whole fucking month to confess if you loved me!”

“Well, I fucking loved you and everyone knew about! Everyone looked at me with pity when you started going out with Seokjin, and they all kept on saying that I had been rejected!”

“Fuck what everyone said! Shit, Yoongi, you used to say that you didn’t care, why did you then?”

“Because it was about you! Don’t you see that I’m head over heels for you and I always worry about what people are gonna say? I say that I don’t care but I do, I fucking do, okay? I hid the fact that Y/N is my mate because I was still dumbly in love with you! Jungkook and Taehyung didn't want to accept our bond because they knew what I felt, even after we mated. There has always been a part of me that was only for you! I’m sorry to disappoint, I’m not nearly as strong as I pretend to-”

Maybe anger is clouding both of their judgments. Hoseok desperately wants to prove to Yoongi that he means something to him, and Yoongi’s facade is crumbling the more he speaks. So when Hoseok kisses him, he kisses back. Desperate, and for once, letting his love for Hoseok free, letting his heart guide his body.

And what happened was what neither of them ever dared thinking about.

The bond instantly reacted.

And weirdly enough, after a decade of waiting for Hoseok, Yoongi immediately regrets it.

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"Do you think I should get a corset?" The question makes Jungkook crack his eyes open, confused by your sudden inquiry. The both of you were resting on the sofa; you had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook had jumped on the sofa, wordlessly wrapping his arms around you so that he could cuddle with you. Not fazed by his antics anymore, you had just resumed your activity while making yourself comfortable on top of him and Jungkook had started dozing off while you were still browsing the internet.

It's nothing new that Jungkook can fall asleep quite everywhere, but he's always the comfiest when he has one of his mates secured in his arms, and today, it happened to be you.

"Should, as in you want to or someone told you to?" His voice is still groggy from sleepiness, and you smile at his obvious confusion.

"Should, as in, I low-key want to buy one because I think that it looks really pretty but I have never worn anything like that before, so I'm a bit worried it wouldn't fit me." You pout as Jungkook blinks, unsure of what to answer.

"Well, you can like, buy one, try it, and if you don't like it, you can return it?" You frown a bit at his answer.

"That's useless then. I shouldn't make an order with shipping and all just for something I might return," you're already changing the page, unbothered, while Jungkook lets sink what you just said; he yawns before blinking a few times in realization.

You? In a corset? He's definitely down for it to happen.

Wait, I shouldn't think about it like that.

Jungkook tries to reset his brain; he doesn't want to make your shopping moment about himself. You're already not someone who shops a lot nor do you usually ask for their opinion—Taehyung and Jimin usually have to beg to come with you when you plan on buying something—and just said you wanted to get one, so why not get one if that's what you'd like to get for yourself?

"No, no, no, what? Why? If you want to try one, why don't you buy it? If you find something to your taste, then let's order it," his arms wrap themselves a bit tighter around your waist, bringing you closer to him and a bit higher on his body too so that he can see your screen better, "what did you have in mind?" You look at him for a second before reopening the page you had been looking at.

"I want to get one but I don't feel like I could wear it outside; I don't want for people to... like, it's not really covering a lot, I would feel uncomfortable going outside with that. I don't want for a stranger to say something about it, you know." You pout while looking at your screen as you scroll down the shop’s page again.

"You can always wear it at home if you feel uncomfortable but trust me, if anyone says anything to you about how you're dressed, they'll have to meet my fists first," you snort at his words, and Jungkook smiles at your reaction, "let me see- oh my god, this one is hideous." He points out a weird-looking mustard-yellow corset, and you laugh in disbelief.

"Jungkook! You're not going to be helpful if you just criticize." You whine even if you're laughing because the one he noticed is really ugly.

"You can't tell me you think it's pretty."

"I don't like it either, so stop that." He giggles against your skin as you both slightly roll on your side so that he can see your phone more easily. You keep on scrolling, clicking on a few items that looked interesting but end up not fitting your taste in the end, until a pastel-pink one gets your attention and you're already clicking on the item to see the pictures and read the reviews. Jungkook watches you more than what you are doing, but you don't seem to mind, even when you have to call back for his attention for him to see what has caught your eyes.

"What about this one?" You show him the picture and he cannot help but nod; you'd look really pretty in this.

"It looks pretty good. You'd look gorgeous in anything, to be fair, but I think that it would fit you really well." You blush ever so slightly at his words before showing him the positive reviews.

"Should I take the purple one or the pink one... Oh, the green one is pretty too..." Jungkook can't help but think that lavender is your color, but you unconsciously keep on coming back to the pink one and he already knows which one has your heart even if you seem indecisive (not that he will complain, pink does suit you anyway, but what doesn’t, he thinks).

"I think the pink one got your attention, right? You should probably go with this one." He hums lowly.

"But don't you like the pastel-purple one better?" You turn to him and he uses this opportunity to kiss you quickly. You smile almost shyly when he pulls away.

"I really like lavender on you, that's true, but the pink one looks cute and you've been eying it for a while, shouldn't you get the one you like better?" You purse your lips together, and Jungkook knows that you're thinking about what he said more than disagreeing with him.

"Hm, maybe you're right, I'll get a lavender one next time if I like it." Jungkook grins at your passing comment.

"That's the spirit." You're about to check out before stopping, and Jungkook wonders what suddenly caught your attention again. He questions you silently, but instead of answering, you take a screenshot of the corset and send it to Namjoon. Jungkook laughs because this will definitely get Namjoon's attention away from the book he has been reading all day long. Truth to be told, you had been excited about spending the day with Namjoon at home, but you had quickly understood that he was too busy with his book to spend time with you. He had promised he’d stop after an hour, but it definitely had been more than an hour since he started. You had huffed a bit annoyed and even complained about it on the phone to Taehyung earlier when Jungkook was still at the parlor. That was precisely why Jungkook had decided to come home earlier and keep you company since he didn't have any other appointment left for the day. He was supposed to stay to help close the parlor, but Taehyung had shoved him away, telling him to run home to you since he had the opportunity. Jungkook fully knows that you're sending the screenshot slightly out of pettiness, even if you're not mad at Namjoon.

And it definitely gets funnier when the both of you can hear Namjoon rushing out of the bedroom, practically running to the living room, almost panting as he looks at you dumbfounded.

"Why did you send me that?"

"Hello to you too, handsome." You smirk while Jungkook stifles a laugh.

"I- Yes, I'm sorry, I told you I would only read for an hour and I lost track of time-" He looks panicked and you decide to quickly put an end to his misery.

"Joon, it's fine, I don't care. Jungkook came home to take me out of my boredom." You smile, and that's only when Namjoon actually notices Jungkook.

"Oh, yeah, hi Ggukkie," Jungkook giggles before waving in Namjoon's direction, "so can I ask what was this screenshot about?" He almost stutters, making it very hard for both you and Jungkook not to laugh. Sometimes, Namjoon is really just a big and endearing giant. He can be the most intimidating man in the world but also reduced to a blushing mess just because of the screenshot of a corset.

"Do you like it? I'm thinking of getting it for myself, Jungkook is rooting for me, even if he prefers the purple one." You hear Jungkook correct you because it's not exactly purple, it's lavender. You roll your eyes with a playful smile while waiting for Namjoon's answer.

"Y-Yeah, totally. Fuck, you're going to be too fucking pretty in that corset. You do realize that once you get it on yourself, everyone is going to want a piece of you, right?" That crosses Jungkook's final limit as he finally bursts into laughter at Namjoon's comment. You just grin while finally clicking on the check-out to pay for the item.

"Alright, I think I'm definitely getting it then." Jungkook finally calms down before bringing you back on top of him, comfortably snuggling against you.

"Had you not bought it, I think I would have ordered it anyway, petal."

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