#bts self insert

Taehyung’s eyes burn as you twist on the dance floor, the undulating gyrations of your hips easy to see beneath your tight dress. The strobing lights of the club catch on the sequins that decorate you like a second skin, giving you an almost angelic glow. But, as Taehyung knows, you are far from pure…

You are teetering on the edge, one false step from falling and, as always, Taehyung is close behind. Perhaps he’ll be the one to shove you off.

You are breathless, panting to the heavy beat of the music that shakes through the very foundations of the club. The pulsating vibrations force their way into your blood stream, pumped around your body as your heart contracts. When you catch Taehyung’s eye, it skips a beat, before leaping into overdrive.

He is splayed out in the otherwise empty VIP lounge, legs wide apart in masculine arrogance. You are sure that if you were to reach in between them, you would find him hard and waiting for you. You knew he would be watching you, just as you knew this would anger him. The result of his anger, however, remains a mystery to you. You bite your lip in anticipation.

Raising your arms above your head freely, you twist around, hoping to taunt Taehyung with a glimpse of the open back of your dress. But, a man you had been previously unaware of is waiting eagerly behind you.

As soon as the two of you are face to face, he grins, his teeth flashing as they catch the light, and loops his arms around your waist, tugging you closer.

“You’re so fucking hot,” The stranger says, barely audible above the noise of the club, and you can practically feel Taehyung’s glare intensify, burning a hole through the man’s hand, now splayed across the base of your spine.

His hand is uncomfortably clammy, and his alcohol-soaked breath fanning across your cheek is not the most pleasant sensation, but the only thing you can feel now is excitement. You had been hoping to rile Taehyung up, to bring out that deeper level of depravity you know is buried within him, and this… this is certain to do exactly that.

Your grin wavers slightly as the stranger’s hands slide down to grip your hips harshly. You had been intending to tease Taehyung but that doesn’t mean you’re willing to allow a stranger to grope you.

You start to shift away from him, donning a falsely apologetic grimace.

“Sorry, I’m taken.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t dance, sweetheart.” The man smirks, attempting to tug you back into him.

Suddenly, a familiar warmth spreads itself across your back. You are pulled backwards until you hit a firm chest behind you, arms securing themselves tightly around your waist.

“You’d better keep your hands to yourself,” A deep voice growls, the reverberations echoing through his chest and into you, traveling right down to your core. “-or I’ll have each individual finger broken. Then, maybe you’ll learn to not touch what is mine.”

You tilt your head to see Taehyung snarl the last word, eyes blazing as he watches the man stumble away into the throng of drunken dancers, writhing to the beat of the music. You know by the look in his eye that Taehyung has already memorised the face, and you suspect the stranger won’t be leaving the club without injury.

The heavy bass pulsing through the building fades away as Taehyung flicks his eyes down to you.

And you see that he is furious.

A hand closes tightly around your wrist, and suddenly you are being dragged along behind Taehyung as he stalks back to the VIP lounge. The few partygoers that had dared to occupy the lounge in Taehyung’s absence quickly vacate the couches and exclusive bar, leaving it empty once again as Taehyung sits down, yanking you onto his lap.

“I thought you were a good girl.” Taehyung hisses in your ear as you squirm along his length, fully hardened and pressing insistently against your upper thighs. “That’s what you told me, right? When I asked if you deserved to go to the club tonight, you said, oh yes, Taehyung, please, I deserve it, I’m your good girl.”

“I- I am muh- I’m a good girl.” You whine as he grips your hips tightly and slots you directly above his cock, grinding you against it.

All that separates the VIP lounge from the packed club is a simple cordon. If it weren’t for the poor lighting, anyone could glance over and watch as you rut against him like a bitch in heat. They might still be able to see, if they look closely enough.

That thought drags a choked moan from your throat, and you feel Taehyung’s hot breath against the shell of your ear as he chuckles derisively.

“Are you a good girl? Really? Even though you’re moaning and panting on my cock right here in front of everyone?”

“Nooo~” You whine pathetically, even as your grinding speeds up.

“I think,” Taehyung murmurs, and you feel his hand slide down the heated skin of your bare back and underneath the tight fabric, coming around to grip the side of your thigh under the dress, “I think that you’re a slut, and you’re desperate to let all of these people watch as you come undone.”

“No!” You protest tearfully, writhing as Taehyung’s hand comes around to cup your sex, only a thin layer of lace separating his fingers from your dripping core. To the average drunken partier, you might just appear to be perched on his lap, but if they look any closer it would be obvious to see Taehyung’s hand working underneath your dress.

The humiliation and powerlessness combine into a heady shot of arousal and you slump against Taehyung’s chest bonelessly as he pushes your panties aside and plunges a finger into you.

Your moan drowns out Taehyung’s smug laugh as he begins to pump his finger into you without mercy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He mocks you, and you let out an ashamed whimper, “You really like this, don’t you? You like being used in front of everyone, like a good slut.”

You shake your head weakly, even as you obediently spread your legs for him. He adds another finger, and you groan as he begins to scissor the digits, stretching you out roughly.

“I bet you’d let anyone fuck you, huh?” Taehyung growls, and his other hand comes up to squeeze your throat, cutting your airways just enough that dark spots begin to appear around the edge of your vision.

“You’re so desperate for cock, you probably would have bent over in the middle of the club for that bastard and let him pound into your tight little hole. Is that why you’re so wet, huh?”

“No!” You cry as he adds a third finger, pressing insistently on the bundle of nerves inside you.

Tears stream down your face from the overstimulation, ruining the makeup you had spent hours perfecting. “I wouldn’t let anyone elsetouch me! I swear! Just you.”

“Just me?” He repeats sceptically, curling his fingers inside of you making you sob with desperation.  

“I promise, I’m yours, only yours.”

“Okay baby,” Taehyung murmurs as his hand recedes from your throat. You gasp, so focused on the sensation of the air flooding back into your lungs that you don’t register Taehyung pulling out of you slowly. You whine as his fingers, glistening with your arousal, come up past your face.

He seals his lips around them, closing his eyes in bliss as he tastes your essence, before drawing them out of his mouth and into your own. You gag slightly as he shoves them down your throat. His lips curl up in smug satisfaction as you swirl your tongue around his digits, coated with both your arousal and his saliva.

“You’re a good girl?” He asks expectantly, and you nod, moaning wantonly around his fingers. You know anyone is free to glance over to the VIP lounge and catch a glimpse of you, dress askew and lips swollen, but you can’t deny the arousal that shoots through you at the thought.

You whine unhappily as Taehyung takes his fingers away, but you are soon distracted by the feel of his mouth pressing hotly against your neck. You whimper as his teeth sink into a bruise he had marked you with a few days ago, and his tongue laves over the wound soon after, as if in apology.

You barely hear the sound of his zipper over the music in the club. But the catchy EDM song playing out of the loudspeakers flies out of your head the moment Taehyung lifts your hips and sinks you down onto his cock.

“Tae, wha- ohhhh,” You moan as his cock stretches you out, and he releases a strained snicker.

“Be quiet, baby girl,” He admonishes you, bouncing you slightly on his cock, causing you to hiccup on another moan, “They’ll hear you, and then they’ll all know what a slut you are.”

You gaze helplessly out at the crowd of dancers, ignorant as Taehyung yanks you down on his cock again and again. If anyone simply looks over at the two of you, they’ll know.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder, listening to his rough grunts as he pounds into you, biting your lip to hold back your own noises.

“So… fucking…tight.” Taehyung growls, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. On the last word, the forehead of his cock presses against your bundle of nerves again and you let out a high-pitched whine.

Taehyung’s hips still for a second, before he adjusts his angle and starts pounding into you with renewed energy. Each thrust batters that spot within you and soon you cannot control the steady string of moans that pour out of your mouth.

“Just can’t keep quiet, can you?” Taehyung pants, still managing to sound smug even as his balls slap against your thighs obscenely, “You love cock so much, don’t you? You’re desperate for it.”

“Taehyung,” You wail, breath hitching as he leans in to suck another bruise on your neck. God, as soon as you leave the club everyone on the street will be able to tell that you were just fucked. “Please.”

“‘Please’ what, slut?”

“I need to come.”

You grip one of his wrists, trying weakly to tug it to the front of your dress.

“You want to come? In front of all these people?”

“Yes.” You gasp as he thrusts particularly hard.

Instead of sneaking around the back of your dress like before, Taehyung simply reaches underneath the front. As his fingers move up to toy with your clit, the hemline is dragged upwards so that anyone who looks can clearly see Taehyung’s cock pounding into you at a brutal pace.

He barely needs to touch you before you’re shattering around him with a piercing cry that conveniently coincides with a bass drop by the DJ. You continue to moan mindlessly as he rides through your orgasm, bucking into you with a few sporadic thrusts before you feel his come spill into you.

You simply sit on his softening cock for a few moments, both of you exhausted after the intense orgasm, before Taehyung pulls you off him, replacing your panties which he had shoved to the side so that his come does not leak out of you.

You wonder at how he is seemingly unaffected, neatly tucking himself back into his pants before rising to his feet. He pulls you up with him, placing a quick peck on your forehead to comfort you as you whine from the soreness, his hands darting around to fix your dress and your mussed hair. You know you must look like sex on legs, and the way he smirks at you pretty much confirms it.

Your mind is so dazed, you don’t protest as Taehyung leads you through the club and to the exit. You feel the gaze of several people resting on your runny mascara, shaky legs and bruised neck as you pass. The shame on your cheeks burns almost as hot as Taehyung’s come, which has started to trickle down the inside of your thigh.

Soon, you are in the car Taehyung had waiting for the two of you, and his nose buries itself in your neck as the driver wordlessly rolls up the partition.

“You smell like me.” He remarks in satisfaction, and you laugh weakly.

“I smell like sex.”

“Hm, I wonder why that is.” He replies cheekily, and you unfortunately don’t have the energy to shove him away.

“I hate you.” You moan halfheartedly, and he grins, dragging a protesting you onto his lap once more.

“I’ll leak come on you.” You threaten, before moaning as he grinds his thigh against your over-sensitive core. You feel slightly bad for the driver. That partition is definitely not soundproof.

“Come on, baby, you knew what would happen if you danced with someone else. You wanted it, don’t try to deny.”

“I didn’t.” You deny anyway, squirming as his lips curve into a smile against your marked neck.

“Yes you did. You wanted me to fuck you right there in front of everyone, show them who you belong to.”

“A-and who is that again?” You pant. Taehyung’s hands fit over the bruises his fingerprints dug into your hips, squeezing slightly. The sharp sensation of pain makes you moan.

“Do you need a reminder, baby?”

His cock twitches beneath you, and you grin.

“I think I do.”

But once again, Yoongi had showed himself perfectly able to push you into motion and help get you back on track. Using his steady, encouraging flow of reassurances, and fingers laced into yours as he pulled you with him to your final destination. And now you were here. Squirming uncomfortably in a chair in the university counselors office, and discussing why you had fallen behind on your studies, all entirely against your will if you were honest.

Your eyes wandered over the neat rows of folders on white shelves, the piles of documents on her desk, the sterile academic environment. Run, is what your brain told you. Just get up, walk out, escape this situation – but Yoongi’s hand, inconspicuously resting on your thigh, prevented it.

Because he’d insisted on coming with. And now he sat next to  you, like a parent there to discuss his child’s progression. Clad in his usual uniform, black hoodie and snapback pulled far over his forehead, all in order to avoid being recognized. It worked, and you alone had the counselors undivided attention.

“So, if I understand correctly,” she started, pushing her half-moon glasses further up her nose. “You’ve been...feeling ill? That's why you’ve been absent?”

"Uhm...kind of..."

“I see here that you have a lot of overdue assignments...and you haven't attended classes...but it would be best if you book an appointment with the university healthcare, if you have a condition that interferes with your ability to study.”

Your ears heated up as you digested this information. A tiny, sober voice within you told you yes. Do it, open mouth, voice the issue. Another, more overpowering and toxic one told you no. Repeatedly, until it was basically chanting it like a whole firing squad in your brain.

“No, no, I don’t need to. I...uh, I’ll make sure to finish all the assignments, ma'am. Just been feeling a little...unwell, but, yeah. I’m fine.”

You ignored Yoongi’s pointed glare, along with his attempts to kick you in the shin under the desk. Your counselor expressed clear puzzlement over the sudden change in your narrative.

“Oh? But didn’t you say that you’ve been feeling down and experiencing difficulty with keeping up with your studies?”

“Uh...yeah but, it was just a temporary slump,” you lied, and accompanied it with the most convincing smile you could conjure. “I really am fine, and I will catch up on it. Promise.”

“Miss Y/LN...I really do think you should go see the healthcare unit.”

“No need, I’m fine, I’m absolutely –”

“She’s depressed.”

The sharp exclamation draped itself over the three of you, and the office fell silent. You slowly turned to your left, quiet anger flaring in your gut. And Yoongi, the bastard, was wearing a polite smile and blatantly ignoring your burning looks.

The perplexed-looking lady opposite you blinked about a million times in confusion, before clearing her throat.

“Is what your friend is saying true, Miss Y/LN? You've been feeling depressed?”

Your airways were blocked, by what felt like a thick bundle of dry cotton. You didn't get a word out. Yoongi decided to just nod in affirmation on your behalf.

"Yeah, yes, she’s...been down. Not left her apartment much and just slept and not eaten and...I think she needs to see someone.”

“Oh, oh dear...well, that sounds worrying indeed." The lady turned to you with a motherly smile. "I’ll book you an appointment to the healthcare center, Miss Y/LN. They can refer you to a mental health professional if there's a need for that...hold on a moment...”

She started tapping something on her computer, while she kept talking, but you didn’t focus on it much. You were forced to just listen and accept the documents shoved into your hands, with the appointment date and other information. Forced to nod affirmatively when she announced it would be next week.

Not like you were about to go. No way.

Once you were dismissed, you were fuming. You stormed out and over the university grounds, leaving Yoongi and the repeated stream of requests to slow down behind you.

“Y/N, fucking wait – jesus, can you wait!?"

He finally caught you, but you ripped your arm from his grip instantly, backing further away while spitting furious words in his face.

“No, I can’t! Why the hell did you have to tell her that, Yoongi?! You had no right to tell her I’m…”

You came to a screeching halt just as you were about to say it, and gathered yourself. Yoongi regarded you from a distance, his eyes like dark, tranquil oceans as usual.

Always so understanding, always compassionate. Even now when you wanted none of it.

“I’m not depressed. Everything is fine with me.”

You said it with steadfast conviction. Maybe, if you said it enough times, it would become true.

The wind rustled the leaves in the trees around you. It was actually a beautiful day. The warm rays of sunshine heated your back up, and Yoongi’s sympathetic smile was securely in place as always.

“Y/N...I had to. If you get to decide yourself you just dodge your issues and pretend they don't exist for all eternity. I can’t just stand by and witness it anymore, okay? Please just trust me. Everything isn’t fine with you.”

“Yeah it is,” you interjected stubbornly. You shook your head, shook it until nausea hit you and you just stumbled uselessly when trying to vocalize what you felt.

“It is, and I don’t want to go...it makes me feel sick. I don’t want to talk about it...I don’t want to be the person who has something wrong with them, Yoongi...I want to be normal.”

Your voice was suddenly saturated with hysteria and tears, and Yoongi was on you in an instant. Picking you up, just like he always did, collecting the pieces and patching you up again. You sobbed into his hoodie, and asked him, over and over again, why it was so hard.

“It’ll get easier,” Yoongi promised. He hugged you as you cried, while a warm breeze blew past and gently ruffled your hair and dried your cheeks. “It will. But not until you face it, hun.”

During the next few days, you spent a lot of time hunched over your laptop. Slogging your way through email after email, and doing your best to figure out exactly how far behind you were in your studies. 

Really damn far turned out to be the answer.

You did his best to fix that, finishing up half-written essays and projects collecting dust on your hard drive until you were close to crying from the effort. All of this happened while Yoongi sat next to you, peering over your shoulder and making sure the process was moving forward. But it left you exhausted, and the list of assignments was mile-long.

“I’ll never have energy to finish all this...might as well drop out,” you whined, face buried in your hands, multiple times when it all felt too overwhelming. But Yoongi wasn't about to just accept that. Of course he wasn't.

“Nope, you sure as hell won’t,” was his stern reply to that. He was like an impenetrable wall you couldn't bulldoze your way through, and so you remained in front of the laptop, while his hawk eyes made sure your attention stayed on the screen.

Annoying. It was, but you had to admit it was effective. After many cups of espresso and bordering-on-meltdowns the list gradually shortened, and you were left slightly less stressed. But you’d transformed into a wet rag at the end of it, a wet rag that Yoongi transported to the couch and kissed and hugged and showered with compliments about how you were doing so well.

And it felt good, admittedly. Even though he must be lying through his teeth. His arms wrapped around you also felt great, and his gentle kisses made you all tingly – but that was the problem. He was too gentle. Too soft, like you were some kind of fragile flower to be handled with care.

Yet another week had passed since your almost-steamy-encounter on Yoongi’s couch. Another week’s worth of wet daydreams, of imagining the two of you in scenarios that stretched so much further than just kissing. Another week’s worth of not daring to make the first move.

Because without alcohol flowing through you, you remained much too shy and insecure, even though he was your boyfriend now.

The desire you felt for him made your blood pump faster, made your lower regions heat up. Every time Yoongi held you, every time he sat next to you with his elbows leaning on the table. Because you just wanted so badly for those veiny hands to undress you. To wrap around you. To travel further down and envelop you, all of you.

But at the same time, you were scared when imagining it.

Maybe Yoongi’s vision of you wouldn’t match the reality, the you hidden underneath the oversized sweaters and baggy sweatpants you’d worn for the past week. Maybe he would just see what you saw in the mirror. 

Someone a little too gray and washed out, who didn’t get nearly enough sun and who lacked that rosy, healthy glow on their cheeks.

Maybe Yoongi’s feelings would even cool once he saw your body. Despite all the things he’d said for the past weeks about how you were gorgeous and beautiful and perfect. 

The thought brought you close to tears.

You just felt like an illusion, about to crumble anytime now.

All of this messed things up, and soon you found yourself in bed. At 5PM on a Saturday evening. And all of Yoongi’s messages sat in your phone, unread and ignored since a good 24 hours.

You were pushing him away again, and it was just a matter of time until the doorbell would ring.

It did, like an ominous church bell ordering you to return to the land of the living. And you dragged yourself over the same damn floor, towards the same damn door, mentally preparing for yet another lecture by the same person you’d let down, again.

“Hey there, bun,” Yoongi greeted casually, leaning against the wall in the corridor when the door slid open. “What’s up? Ignoring my messages again?”

“Yes,” you confirmed dully. Unnecessary to pretend otherwise, and you were aware how wantonly snappy you sounded. Yoongi took absolutely zero notice of it. He looked stunning as ever, the dark hair slightly tousled by the wind and hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Hands that still hadn’t touched you where you wanted them to and when would they?

You slammed the door with unnecessary force after Yoongi strode past you, causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Woah? Easy with that. Bad mood huh? Look kinda rough.”

“Yeah. I always look kinda rough, if you haven't noticed.”

“Hold it right there. Don’t twist it into something it’s not. I just meant you look a little tired.”

He gave you a sharp glance, a warning that clearly told you "don't even try to argue". You yielded, heaving unhappily. 

“I’m sorry. I just...I wasn’t feeling well, and everything just felt shit, and...I couldn’t get out of it”

“Uhuh...that’s...kinda why you need some help, sweetie.”

“I don’t need help.”

You tried, but it was weak at this point. Yoongi closed in on you, raising a hand to cradle your cheek and sneaking the other one around the small of your back.

“Sorry to slap you with uncomfortable truths, but...yeah, you do. And I understand that your mood shifts and you want to be alone sometimes...but please don’t ignore my texts. You're making me sick with worry when you don't answer. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, baby. So did you shower today?”

“No.”

“Eat?”

“No.”

“Y/N...that’s no good." He trapped you in a kiss, before separating you and giving you another look that left no room for arguing. "Come on. Go get showered or changed and whatever you need and let’s head to the shop.”

You huffed, turned and stomped off to your bedroom without a word.

Getting changed and going outdoors didn’t feel tempting at all. You dug through your closet, but once again there was nothing of use, because once again you'd failed to do the laundry. Because you’d been nestled in bed instead. And crawling into it again felt like a splendid idea now.

"How's it going over here?"

Yoongi had made an appearance in the doorway. He raised a critical eyebrow, skeptically eyeing the pajama shorts and coffee-stained t-shirt you were still wearing. You just stared blankly ahead, cross legged on the bed and not about to move another inch if you could avoid it.

"Badly. Have nothing to wear and I'm hideous."

You knew how that sounded, oh you knew. But you could do absolutely zilch to prevent it. Yoongi closed the distance between you, his gaze oddly dark, like a looming thunderstorm.

"Stop saying those things about yourself."

You bounced up, gurgling with unidentified frustration you just couldn’t seem to kick.

"No. Because it's true."

“It's really not. I understand it feels true to you. But you’re stuck with these ideas about yourself, because you’re seeing everything through a skewed lens. That makes you overly critical of yourself. Understand, baby?”

“Nope. You’re fucking wrong.”

Yoongi's finger on your mouth silenced you. He was right in front of you now, and he leaned in until his lips brushed over your ear.

"You're not hideous. Get that through your thick skull."

And then he pulled back, and kissed you. And it wasn't gentle. In fact it was everything but gentle. It was demanding, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and his fingers weaving themselves into your hair and his nails scraping over your scalp.

When you finally parted, your body was already in overdrive, your pulse crashing through your veins and your lower regions practically on fire and thumping almost painfully.

"Think it's about time I touched you, huh,” Yoongi pondered, eyes half-lidded and with his finger pressed down on your lower lip.

You just swallowed, whining something that sounded like "uhuh" in response. Yoongi's hands were all over you in an instant. He swung you around with your back facing him, and moved your hair out of the way so he could press feather light kisses down the junction of your neck. You were lost, to the unexpected shivers worming all over your skin, lost until you heard a request that made your knees weak.

"Is it okay if I take off your clothes?"

"Ye– yeah," you managed, without really thinking. There was just a split second of self-consciousness, and then your shirt was pulled over your head, your shorts hiked down – and you were bare, save for your underwear. You went rigid for a second, shielding yourself, but Yoongi untangled you quickly.

"Nah, none of that. Don’t do that. Let me see you."

He looped his own arms around your waist, and sprinkled kisses all over your exposed skin – your shoulders, your jawline, everywhere he could reach. And then, he spun both of you around. Facing the full length mirror, the one you’d been about to throw out so many times now.

"Look at yourself."

You looked. And looked away the next second. You saw yourself, the body you hadn’t studied for a while. You saw your skin illuminated by the lamplight, showing every little imperfection in unforgiving technicolor. And you saw Yoongi's toned arms blanketing you.

"Yeah, I'm looking. What's there to see? I'm, just...whatever. Just...meh."

"No. Not meh. Everything but meh. Stubborn, a little bratty, but definitely not meh."

He forked fingers into your hair, yanking you back to stress the fact.

"Or ugly. Or useless Or anything negative you want to imagine. I know you don’t see it yourself, but trust me, then. Can you do that?"

“Maybe.”

^^^^^^^^

You couldn’t, still – but you were coming undone, basically unable to speak, unable to do anything but succumb to Yoongi's voice and touch and tongue leaving goosebumps all over your skin. 

Your breaths picked up as he unhooked your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. You let out a pitchy whimper and dropped your gaze as he cupped your breasts. One by one, gently caressing them and rolling the pink buds between his fingers.

“Beautiful. Beautiful and mine,” he whispered into your hair.

He kept one hand loosely around your throat, while the other traveled down your spine – down, down down and all the way down. There, he gathered one of your asscheeks into his hand, squeezing possessively and pressing his own, very blatant boner against your ass.

“This too,” he purred cheekily, a little louder, and slapped it once, very lightly. 

And you choked.

Well, nearly. Choked on the feeling of the pulsating, warm and very real body pushed up against you. It infused you with a craving that practically hurt, and you gasped in surprise when Yoongi’s hand snaked its way to your front, sliding down to part your thighs. He nibbled on your neck, while his fingers found your clit, lightly brushing over it and drawing moan after bated moan from you.

"You're hot, okay. I love your face, I love your body, I love your personality, you’re gorgeous and don't ever doubt that." Yoongi murmured, while stroking you through your underwear and holding you steady with his free hand. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages."

Oh shit. Okay. All you could do was whimper needily in response. The sinful confessions into your ear made your head spin violently – and that voice. Surely couldn’t belong to Yoongi – it was too husky, just oozing dominance – but it did. It did and it seeped right into every corner of you, into every cell of your body all the way into your fingertips and not least, your crotch.

And you felt like you might suffocate from the pressure. From Yoongi's fingers rubbing teasing circles all over you, his breath hot and wet against the nape of your neck.

"I want to see you too,” you whined, wrenching yourself loose and pawing desperately at his t-shirt.

"Sure thing, baby.”

You held your breath while his clothes were discarded. Shirt, jeans, briefs, and then he stood there, stripped in front of you. Not just a smudgy almost-Yoongi in one of your vivid dreams, but the real Yoongi. With a heinous twinkle playing in his mischievous eyes, his posture self-assured and his dick half-hard and smooth and...actually a little menacingly thick in girth.

You swallowed down the nervously flapping butterflies, and stepped forward, tentatively running hands all down his pale chest and around his back and his ass and absolutely everywhere.

You’d imagined this man naked so many times. All throughout your adolescence, and now that it finally happened, it felt like some trippy dream.

"God, you’re fucking...beautiful, Yoongi.”

"Says you.”

He grabbed you, kissing you and pressing the two of you together, with his hands firmly on your ass. And you heated up to scorching temperatures, while your brain was filled with only one thought.

“I want you.”

“Want you too. But we’re taking it slow.”

You grumbled, but he just briefly let his finger travel into your mouth, and smirked in response when you sucked on it like it was a lollipop. Then, you were hauled up and lowered onto the bed on your back, and turned into a shivering, whimpering wreck of a person. Yoongi kissed you, pushing his tongue in to drag it over the roof of your mouth, and continuing down your torso, your chest, your tummy until you shivered pleasantly underneath him. 

He mumbled little words of praise at you while he went, and your breath came out shorter and shorter the further down he traveled. Soon he had to tell you to remember to even breathe.

“Relax. You’re so pretty, been wanting you for so long.”

He parted your legs gently, wrapping his hand around your thigh and sucking teasing love bites into the sensitive skin until you were almost crying from the sensation.

“Want me to touch you, baby? Can I take these off?”

You curled your spine against the sheets, desperate for him to just do it already. “Yeah – yeah. Please.” 

"Good. Cause I'm really dying to."

Your panties slid off, finally, and Yoongi crawled between your legs, blinking up at you, dark eyes clouded with lust and tousled bangs falling into his forehead.  All of you was practically vibrating, filled with electricity sprouting underneath the tips of his fingers as he rested one hand on your tummy and settled the other one between your legs.

“Look at you...already so wet for me.” He spread you with a thumb, sliding it between your lips, and you whined in response. Not like he was wrong. You’d basically been soaking wet since that first kiss. “So pretty. I want to make you feel good, hun. Can I eat you out? Do you want that?”

You nodded frantically. You could feel your release literally around the corner, and whatever Yoongi was about to do to you would lure it out at record speed. He offered you one of his gummy grins, gripping your thighs with both hands for leverage and pushed his pink tongue out, dragging it all over your clit and making you cringe against the sheets. 

“God – Yoongi, holy shit-”

“You taste good. Fucking sexy as hell.”

You didn’t care about restraining yourself anymore. You allowed yourself to moan unabashedly while he sucked on your clit, and tantalized you by pushing his tongue into you and pulling it out the next second.

You hadn't been touched for so long, you hadn't come for so long . An eternity. And now you watched, eyes feverish, as Yoongi turned you into a slobbering mess in minutes. Your orgasm was close, and Yoongi must have felt it, because he quickly pulled back, lips glistening and cheeks flushed. 

Next you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, and he threw you a quick, questioning glance and asked, voice hushed and dripping with lust, if it was okay. You hurried to nod again, crying out when he pushed a finger into you, slowly gliding over your walls and filling you up, while his thumb rubbed against your clit. Settling on his knees, he threw one of your legs up and squeezed your thigh as he started finger-fucking you, slowly but surely.

You couldn’t help but wonder, amidst all the hazy pleasure, how the hell he was that skilled with his hands.

Probably because he was experienced. You knew he’d had kind-of-girlfriends, but maybe he'd even had multiple partners. That thought made you irrationally jealous, once again, and also worried you’d appear like a rookie in comparison.

But those thoughts were quickly washed away, for now, as Yoongi hit the spot again, and a pitchy whimper escaped you, echoing through the whole bedroom.

“You’re tight,” he hummed, gaze heavy on you. “How’s that? Feels good?”

“Y– yeah...feels great…”

Your neck cringed, your hands gripping the sheets as he picked up the pace, before adding a second finger. Soon he had two of them knuckle-deep in you, fucking you while working your clit while you squirmed against him to create even more friction. You watched him, his lustful dark eyes plastered on you, the veins in his arms tensing as he brought you closer and closer. 

"Yoongi...I'm gonna...c-come...if you keep doing that–"

"Well that's the goal, right? You're moaning so prettily, turning me wild," Yoongi teased, leaning forward. He positioned himself half-laying on top of you, so he was able to reach your quivering lips while his fingers slid in and out of you.

He kissed you hungrily, and you could feel his cock poking you in the side. You glanced down. There it was, all stiff and veiny and fully erect and – damn.

Yoongi wanted to fuck you with that.

You pictured it, and then you were done for.

"Coming?"

"Uhuh..."

"Go on, baby girl.”

Well. That did it. You shuddered your way through your release, spasming against Yoongi’s fingers and crying out a lewd and elongated “fuck” as you came. You faintly heard Yoongi mumbling something as you rode it out, and then you collapsed into the mattress. Completely drained, and with your chest heaving and droplets of sweat running down your neck.

^^^^^^^^

Yoongi pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and withdrew his hand. "You okay, pumpkin?"

You nodded wordlessly, slow waves of pleasure still rippling through you. Yoongi sneaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against himself and squeezing you tightly. 

"See why I wanted to take it slow now? Yikes...you look like you just finished a marathon. Didn't take you very long.”

He nuzzled into your hair, and you weren’t even able to provide anything coherent in response yet. Soon he announced he was taking you to shower, and before you could protest you’d been scooped up and carried off, bridal-style.

The shower was turned on, and you were dazed when jostled into position underneath the spray of water. It splashed down between the two of you, heating you up as you rested your head against Yoongi’s chest, just enjoying the warmth and being so close to him for now. 

He pushed strands of soaked hair out of your forehead, and propped you up more securely when you were in danger of sagging to the floor. "Are you alright, sweetness?”

“Yeah...sorry, it’s been a while since I, uh…was...touched...”

You quietened, bashfully pushing your nose against his chest again to avoid meeting his eyes. He gave a little chuckle, and ran his hands all over your back in reassuring circles. 

“Yeah, I figured. That’s okay. Just take it easy, baby. I’ll take care of you, don't worry.”

Yoongi gathered you into his arms, and your throbbing muscles were soothed by the flow of hot water. But you also felt a rigid boner poking your thigh, still. Belonging to him. 

You peeked down at it. It was a little intimidating, but you were also eager to return the favor. Even though your tummy turned into slush at the thought of doing something wrong.

You swallowed down a lump, and Yoongi noticed your hesitance. 

“Y/N. Just relax.”

"You're still hard though, I can –"

"Yeah, duh, I'm hard,” Yoongi chuckled, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips to shut you up. “...cause that was hot,” he added, and your cheeks instantly turned tomato-red.

"But we got all the time in the world. I can wait. You're the most important, bun."

"Fine, ugh...okay."

The real reason why you wanted to complete your work early was to give yourself enough time to sightsee. You wanted to take a moment to explore the city, but if you waited too long, then you wouldn’t have the proper time. You’d stop and get lunch on the way, if you could.

Once Sungjin left, it was just you and Jae, along with a handful of other men roaming the venue. You were bussing back and forth between the stage and the unloading truck, carrying equipment. The process was laborious and you were sweating, but that wasn’t new. You were preoccupied when the door to the venue opened, and still too immersed to notice when Jae dropped a speaker in shock.

The rest of the crew continued unbothered, but you noticed when Jae took a shaky breath and pushed his glasses up his nose, pointing a hesitant finger toward you. “You mean that (Y/N)?”

Perking up at your name, you turned and realized Jae was speaking with Kim Taehyung. You froze, and avoided dropping the box you were holding by sheer force of will.

Taehyung turned almost in slow-motion, and when his gaze landed on you, his face erupted into the most beautiful, genuine smile you’d ever seen. Even Jae choked on his own spit. Thanking him, Taehyung walked toward you. You could feel his footsteps reverberating in your chest and briefly wondered what the hell was wrong with you before he stopped.

“Hi,” Taehyung breathed. “Are you (Y/N)?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Taehyung reached out his hand for a handshake, which you returned, shifting the box awkwardly to one side. His hand was warm in your own, surprisingly calloused, before he tugged you closer and bowed, kissing your hand like a real-life Disney prince. You looked up in shock, meeting Jae’s wide-eyed gaze.

Taehyung straightened again and shot you another boxy grin that went straight to your heart. “It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh, really,” you replied, nervous. Had Jeongguk mentioned you? Why would he do that? You were just another passing face in a sea of a thousand. “Everything good, I hope.”

Taehyung laughed at your obvious discomfort. “Only the best.”

The two of you lapsed into silence, and you twitched uncomfortably. Taehyung was staring at you with a dark and unfathomable gaze, face bare and hair mused. He was either impervious to the awkward silence or too preoccupied to care, content to commit your face to memory until you cleared your throat. You were glad only Jae was close enough to recognize him, or else you were sure he’d be attracting attention.

“Is there anything you need?” you asked. “Is something wrong with the stage?”

He seemed startled out of his trance. “No, the stage is fine. Everything is fine. I was actually wondering if I could speak to you alone for a moment?”

Your mouth opened in shock before you snapped your jaw shut, with an audible click. “O-oh. I’m sorry, I’m really busy unloading right now—,”

Suddenly Jae was by your side, taking the box out of your hand and shooing you toward Taehyung. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, (Y/N)! Don’t you worry about it. You’re due for a break anyway, I know you skipped lunch.”

You shot him an evil look while Taehyung turned to you, worried. “You haven’t eaten?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “I was going to once I finished.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Jae continued. “She was going to work herself half to death and then swallow a granola bar whole in the bathroom.”

Taehyung looked genuinely hurt at your own blatant disregard for your health, but you turned your face to the side and hissed at Jae, under your breath, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He shook his head and physically turned your face toward Taehyung again, who was eyeing Jae’s hand on your chin with tight-lipped displeasure. “It’s not right to overwork yourself like that,” he scolded, gently. “Come eat lunch with me, I want to make sure you stay healthy.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. After working for BigHit for over a year, you were being asked to lunch by Kim Taehyung himself. Meanwhile, by your side, Jae couldn’t believe you weren’t throwing yourself at his feet!

You couldn’t help but think the situation was one big joke. First running into Jeongguk backstage, then Taehyung seeking you out. Maybe Brian was trying to prank you?

“That’s not necessary, uh, Mr. Kim,” you replied, not sure how to address him. You weren’t close enough to call him oppa but he was older than you, and you wanted to be respectful.

“Taehyung is fine,” Taehyung corrected, instant. He reached out and took your hand again, running his thumb over the back of it. “Eat lunch with me, please?”

He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and you felt your resistance chipping. “I guess I could take a short break. I should be back quickly though—,”

“Nope, nope, nope! Don’t worry, (Y/N), we won’t miss you at all. In fact, you could probably take the whole day off and we wouldn’t even notice you were gone. Have fun, eat well. Have a drink for me!” Jae cried, pushing you ahead of him as Taehyung dragged you behind him, toward the exit. The heat from his hand was gradually working up your arm in a way that was frankly alarming.

You turned to shoot Jae another bewildered look before he stopped pushing, standing still and gesturing wildly between you and Taehyung. Your face creased in confusion before Jae sighed, pointed at Taehyung, and made an obscene thrusting motion. You gasped, scandalized, before Taehyung tugged you right through the door. The last thing you saw was Jae’s smug face before the door clicked shut, leaving you and Taehyung alone in the hallway.

Instead of speaking, Taehyung just kept walking forward. There was a low buzzing starting underneath your skin, originating from where his hand was touching you. Finally, you asked, “What do you want?”

He hummed, slowing down enough so that instead of dragging you, he was walking by your side, still holding your hand. You couldn’t think of a polite way to remove it, so you kept it there. “I don’t know, I was thinking either something local or barbeque. What are you in the mood for?”

You stared. “I meant what did you want to talk about?”

He laughed, smiling. “We can talk while we eat. Do you mind just coming back to the tour bus? I wouldn’t mind eating in public, but it’s always a risk.”

You immediately nodded. “Eating in is fine.”

You slowed until Taehyung turned to glance at you, and you looked pointedly at your clasped hands. Taehyung snatched his hand away and you almost thought he was blushing. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, before pointing. “It’s this way.”

The two of you continued on. There was electricity crackling in the thin space between you, and Taehyung’s arm continuously brushed your own as you walked. He seemed as relaxed as ever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to glance in his direction. What was he doing here? Why did he want to talk to you? You couldn’t figure it out, and the suspense was killing you.

You wished you could say something. You wished you could miraculously morph yourself into a social person, but that was impossible. As if sensing your internal conflict, Taehyung gave you a reassuring look. “You seem nervous.”

“I’m just awkward,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing to apologize for,” he replied. “You can be comfortable around me.”

You laughed without humor. You would be more comfortable around a convicted serial killer. “I’ll try.” It made you feel better when he talked, so you asked, “How have you been enjoying the tour?”

“Oh, it’s been fantastic,” he gushed, immediately vaulting into a tirade about how much fun the tour has been. Listening to him calmed your nerves, but you couldn’t help what wonder what he wanted. You were a nobody on the tour, what interest could he possibly have in you?

You were much more relaxed by the time you made it to the tour bus, but Taehyung ruined it by saying, “By the way, a few of the others are in here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“What?” you asked, startled out of silence. “I don’t want to be a nuisance, we can go somewhere—,”

But as if hearing you speak, the door was flung open and Jung Hoseok was standing there. His red hair was mused, like he’d been running his hand through it.

“Tae!” he cried in excitement, but his eyes were glued to you. “You’re just in time, Yoongi’s back.”

“Any luck?” someone called from within the bus, before there was a smacking sound.

Taehyung stepped inside, and you followed behind him reluctantly. Min Yoongi was sprawled across the couch but sat up in shock when he saw you. Park Jimin, who was standing at the kitchen counter, dropped his phone in the sink.

Hoseok gave them both a sharp look before looking at you again, gaze going soft. “And who’s your friend?”

“(Y/N),” you offered, proud that your voice came out strongly.

“She’s a part of the set-up crew,” Taehyung supplied, and Jimin shot Yoongi a quick look you couldn’t decipher.

“That’s very cool,” Jimin said. “Thank you for the work you do.”

Your entire face flushed at his gratitude. “It’s nothing, really.”

“No, it’s not!” he insisted. “It’s staff like you that keep the show going. You’re the unsung heroes of the entire tour.”

You tried to hide your awkwardness behind a laugh, but it felt forced. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

Jimin opened his mouth to reply until Taehyung leaned closer to you, his mouth almost brushing your ear. You had to hide your shiver. “I need to grab my phone from my bunk, I’ll be right back.”

He left, leaving you standing alone by the door. Hoseok cuddled up to you right away. “Sit down, make yourself comfortable.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you tried to say, but Hoseok led you to the couch and helped you sit next to Yoongi, his hand on your back. The travel bus felt sweltering, and you could feel your shirt sticking to you with sweat. “Really, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” Yoongi insisted, which surprised you—he seemed like the member who’d be most annoyed by your sudden appearance.

You huffed out a laugh, and their eyes didn’t leave your face. You resisted the urge to smooth your hair.

“So, you’re with the set-up crew,” Jimin noted. “Tough job?”

“It’s not bad,” you replied. “I handle the small stuff.”

Taehyung came back, saving you from further small talk, and interrupted, “She hasn’t eaten yet, where’s Jin?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi turned to you accusatorily, “Why haven’t you eaten?”

You opened your mouth to lie, just like you did with Sungjin, but for some reason you were compelled to admit, “I wanted to get my work done early so I could explore the city.”

Jimin straightened. “Really? Would you mind if we came with?”

You gaped at him. Was he really asking if he and the rest of Bangtan could come with you to sightsee? This couldn’t be happening. “Why?”

“We want to see the city, too,” he pouted. “Our concert isn’t until tomorrow night.”

“We were already planning on going,” Hoseok admitted, smoothly. Almost too smoothly. “If anything, would you like to come with us?”

“I already said I don’t want to intrude—,”

“And we already said you weren’t intruding,” Jimin said. “Please? We have a tour guide.”

A tour guide? The thought made you almost giddy with excitement. You’d never had a tour guide, most of your exploring consisted of you wandering around the area until you’d gotten your fill. Having a tour guide, especially with a language barrier, would be a huge help.

But would it be worth it? Being around Bangtan made you nervous as hell, and you still didn’t know what Taehyung wanted to talk about, but you didn’t want to pass up such a great opportunity.

You eyed the four of them. “As long as you promise you don’t mind.”

“We don’t mind,” multiple people said, maybe all of them, and Jimin hid his laugh in his elbow.

“And!” you continued. “You okay it with the rest of the group. And security. And BigHit.”

Hoseok said, “It’s a deal. Yoongi, call Namjoon. When do you want to leave?”

“Let her eat first,” Taehyung scolded. “I’m already calling Jin.”

“We can eat in the city.”

“But (Y/N)’s hungry now.”

You perked up. “Actually, I’m fine.”

Taehyung held up his finger. “Let us feed you, baby. It would make me feel a lot better if you ate.”

For a moment, your face flushed red at the sudden use of his endearment. It made your skin prickle, but in a decidedly good way. “I’d rather leave now and eat in the city, if that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Yoongi said, face softening. “I’m calling Namjoon, be right back.”

He left, and Jimin filled his spot on the couch. Hoseok sat to your other side, and Taehyung crouched in front of you. You waited for your anxiety to increase, but surprisingly, it didn’t. The longer you spent with them, the more comfortable you felt. Despite this, you were still left questioning. You didn’t understand why Bangtan was being so nice to you. You’d never heard of them acting so friendly to another employee before. What made you special?

Yoongi walked back into the living area. “Namjoon, Jin, and Jeongguk are gonna meet us by the van. Ready to leave?”

You nodded. Since you’d planned to go directly from work to the city, you already had money and your phone, plus your room key in a separate pocket. You just needed to remember to text Jae. You felt guilty leaving your work unfinished, but it’d been Jae that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

The boys gathered their stuff. They led the way to the van, Hoseok and Taehyung in front of you, Jimin and Yoongi behind. You felt like a celebrity with her own police escort.

When you reached the parking lot behind the venue, you noticed Namjoon first because he was the tallest, locked in a conversation with Seokjin to the side. Jeongguk was leaning against a white van with a pensive look on his face, but the second he caught sight of you, his expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed. Before you could think, he strode across the lot and enveloped you in a sudden hug.

Time froze. Your face fit perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, and he smelled amazing. The heat from his body soaked through your clothes and you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, only slightly stiff. Vaguely, behind him, you thought you heard someone mutter, “Jeongguk, you’re scaring her.”

He released you, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ambush you. I just wanted to apologize for running into you last night.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Jeongguk was nudged to the side, and you were met with Kim Seokjin. He looked even better in person, although all he was wearing was a sweatshirt and jeans. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and you struggled not to stare.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, dropping into a short bow. You returned it and held out your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Instead of shaking your hand, Seokjin grabbed it and stroked over your knuckles, making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck.

He smiled and let go, fingers lingering on your skin. You turned to find Namjoon, who was waiting patiently for Seokjin to take his turn. You couldn’t help but internally coo at his dimples when his face broke into a wide smile.

“I’m glad you could come with us,” he said. He didn’t reach for your hand, but he was standing close enough that you found yourself unconsciously leaning toward him.

“Thank you for letting me,” you replied. “I was just gonna wander around on my own.”

His face fell as he frowned in concern. “You shouldn’t walk around by yourself, something bad could happen.”

You blushed and shrugged, touched by his concern. “I’ve been doing it since the beginning of the tour, nothing bad as happened yet. I’m always careful.”

“Well, from now on, you can sightsee with us,” Jimin declared, bouncing next to you.

“We’ll keep you company,” Hoseok added.

“And we’ll make sure you stay safe,” Taehyung finished.

The seven of them seemed to be inching closer, forming a circle around you. Instead of feeling closed in, you felt pleasantly included. You were grateful to realize that their attention was becoming less and less intimidating.

“We should get going, though,” Namjoon said, gesturing to the van. “We’re meeting the tour guide at the travel agency.”

The van was small enough to be inconspicuous, with four seats in the back, three in the middle, and two upfront. Half of the group was corralled into the back, with you seated in the middle seat next to Jimin and Yoongi. Namjoon was stuck upfront with the driver.

You finally texted Jae to tell him you wouldn’t be back, but he only replied with the eggplant emoji. You scowled and deleted the chat.

When the seven of you were settled, Namjoon slid the sliding van door shut and clambered into the passenger seat.

The second he shut the door, you felt electricity crackle in the air. The van felt like it was full to the brim, and an overwhelming sense of rightness filled your chest. It was like an unknown hole in your heart getting stitched together. It was like the snap of a key turning in a lock, except you didn’t know if your chest was being locked or opened.

Jimin shifted next to you, and you felt his leg press against your own. His thigh was warm and firm, and Taehyung’s hair brushed your cheek as he leaned against your seat to talk to Namjoon over your head.

Everyone was chatting absent-mindedly amongst each other with you caught in the middle, but strangely, you didn’t feel like an eighth wheel. Despite the obviously close bond the seven of them shared, you didn’t feel left out. In fact, with the way Yoongi kept glancing anxiously at you from the corner of his eye, you felt enveloped. Warm. Blanketed. It was comforting.

You decided that you were going to throw practicality to the wind and enjoy yourself. You were in a foreign country sightseeing with seven handsome celebrities, and you were going to have fun. Any question you had could wait until tomorrow.

The van lurched into motion, and Seokjin leaned next to Taehyung, face pushed between Yoongi’s and your own. “(Y/N), why are we just now meeting you?”

They all spoke to you so casually, like you’d known them for ages. “I’m not usually backstage. I was doing a friend a favor when I met Jeongguk last night.”

Seokjin seemed to find that vastly amusing. “Almost like fate, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied. He said it like it was an inside joke, one that you didn’t quite understand.

When you parked, Jimin insisted that you exit before him. His hand brushed your waist as you maneuvered around him and out of the van. It made your skin tingle, and you missed the warning look Namjoon shot him while Jimin shrugged remorselessly.

The tour guide ended up being a very nice man who was a native to the country you were visiting. He spoke fluent English, and you and Namjoon ended up helping the rest of the group with the language barrier. Namjoon was obviously grateful to have your help, and it made your heart warm, knowing that you weren’t just a useless addition to their excursion.

You had the time of your life. Having the guide there to show you local scenery helped because he was able to show you stuff you’d never have been able to find on your own. He offered a lot of information about local lore and history, all of which you listened to avidly. You were so immersed in the trip that you forgot to be nervous around Bangtan—instead the eight of you laughed and joked around. You realized as the day went on that they were much more normal than they seemed on camera.

Jeongguk had a camera with him, and he walked around the city like a photographer, taking pictures of the rest of you. You tried to avoid him, but he seemed to seek you out; you constantly glanced over and found his lens trained on you before you could jerk away and hide. After a while Taehyung wrestled the camera away from him and started taking photos that included Jeongguk, who’d strayed away from being in any photos until then.

Seokjin bought your lunch and the eight of you ate on the beach, staring out at the water. The maknae line, along with Hoseok, goofed around in the sand, while Namjoon and Yoongi dragged you into a conversation about your job and hobbies.

You talked about how grateful you were to tour with them, about your wanderlust and desire to see the world. The weirdest part was how genuinely interested they were—you could tell by the way they stared, how they nodded and interjected their own opinion in your stories, that they cared about what you were saying. You didn’t know why, but you weren’t going to question it. You were usually too reserved to talk to anyone about yourself; finding comfort like that now felt like a blessing, and you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

They day ended with Jeongguk throwing Jimin into the ocean while the sun set prettily over the water, and the rest of you laughed while they tussled.

You didn’t get back to the hotel until it was dark, and Bangtan followed you up to your room after changing into more comfortable clothes in their tour bus. Luckily the room had two queen-sized beds, and you changed while Namjoon ordered takeout and paid over the phone before you could protest. He claimed that since he was older than you it was his responsibility to pay, but you still felt guilty. You didn’t want them to think you’d agreed to hang out with them because they were famous and had money—you’d had a great time with them today, and it had nothing to do with how much money they had and everything to do with how much you’d enjoyed their company.

Seokjin put on a nameless movie that droned in the background while the rest of you talked and ate. Conversation seemed to flow effortlessly between the eight of you, with someone always prepared with another topic after one conversation fizzled out. You didn’t keep track of how long you stayed up talking, but by the end of the night, Bangtan didn’t seem like Bangtan anymore—they were just seven people in a group, and you were lucky enough to spend time with them.

You found your eyes growing heavy, but you didn’t want the night to end. Nobody was willing to state the obvious, so the eight of you settled into bed and enjoyed the silence. It was strange, being surrounded by seven people and feeling totally at ease with them, and before you knew it, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

~~~

You woke up in the morning sweaty and overheated. You tried to shift, but you were tangled in your blanket. Everything felt disoriented, but you were coherent enough to register a weight on the bed, curled up close to your side. When you turned your head, your forehead brushed someone’s nose, and their breath was hot on your face.

Much more awake, you opened your eyes and saw Yoongi’s pale hair. He was turned toward you, face buried in your pillow. An arm was slung over his waist, and if you craned your neck, you could see Jimin behind him, forehead pressed to the nape on Yoongi’s neck.

You breathed in sharply through your nose, holding in a shocked gasp. The bed shifted to your right, and you turned over and saw Taehyung. He was holding his own pillow tight to his chest, teetering on the very edge of the bed. He felt your sudden shift and groggily cracked one eye open, taking in your slack mouth and wide-eyed expression.

“Hey,” he said, heavy with sleep. His voice was ridiculously gruff and you almost blushed. He spoke casually, like it was completely natural for him to wake up in bed next to you. Behind you, Jimin mumbled incoherently.

“If this weren’t a hotel,” Taehyung continued. “We’d make you breakfast.”

The mention of the hotel made you sit up. Yoongi grumbled next to you, burrowing further into your blanket. You were the only one underneath it, with the other three sleeping on top of it. This isn’t a dream, you thought, they’re really here, and you’re in bed with them.

You were sleeping with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin. On the other bed you saw Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeongguk, and Seokjin, barely illuminated by the morning sunlight filtering in through the window. They were in a jumbled pile on the bed, and you couldn’t make sense of who was sleeping by who.

The sight was endearing, but then reality kicked in, and you made a shocked noise in the back of your throat.

Namjoon’s head shot up immediately, attuned to the sound of your voice. Seokjin was startled awake, twitching in alarm, which woke up Hoseok and Jeongguk. They mirrored Namjoon’s position, turning to stare at you. Time felt like it was moving sluggishly, and they blinked owlishly. They didn’t seem shocked or nervous—only concerned, waiting to see what you were going to say. Seokjin caught a glimpse of the bedside clock and grimaced.

“Oh, God, I’m going to get arrested,” you gasped, too loud in the dark quiet of the hotel room.

There was a pause before Hoseok threw his head back in silent laughter. Even you were shocked by your sudden outburst, but once you had the thought, it wouldn’t leave your mind. “Why?”

“Because you’re famous!” you whisper-cried. “You’re famous and you stayed the night in my room. Security is probably going crazy trying to figure out where you are. They’re going to accuse me of kidnapping and then I’m going to go to prison and rot in a cell until I die, for kidnapping celebrities.”

All five of them, from Namjoon ambling to his feet across the room to Taehyung staring at you blurrily from over his pillow, looked highly amused by your rant. You felt the bed shift behind you and turned to see Jimin leaning on his elbow. “And who’s going to arrest you?”

“The Korean government, the police, security, BangPD! Someone!”

Jeongguk was snickering into the crook of his elbow. His face was still creased with sleep. “You don’t have to worry, (Y/N).”

“We called security last night and told them we’d be staying here,” Seokjin assured, also trying to hold in his laugh. He followed Namjoon’s lead and stood, although he wobbled and had to brace himself on the bedside table.

“And if someone tries to arrest you, we’ll stop them,” Namjoon finished.

“Now be quiet,” Yoongi murmured, voice muffled. He was the only one who hadn’t given any sign that he was awake, until now. “We have at least five minutes left.”

Namjoon grimaced. “Actually, hyung, we need to leave soon.”

Jimin’s face fell, and he stared at you forlornly. “So soon?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon replied. He started listing off their schedule for the day, and it was so elaborate that you winced on their behalf.

It was a struggle dragging Yoongi out of bed. The seven of them took their time getting ready, glancing at you continuously. You stood with them, not wanting to linger awkwardly in bed while they were getting ready to leave.

“I’m so, so sorry you all ended up falling asleep here,” you told them, and Yoongi huffed out a laugh.

“We fell asleep in your hotel room and took over your bed, and you’re apologizing to us?” he asked.

Your face flushed. You’d pointedly avoided bringing up the bedsharing, because you could still feel Yoongi’s phantom-breath against your neck. Bedsharing wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t like you’d been cuddling—right?

“We appreciate you letting us stay,” Jeongguk said, sheepishly. “Sometimes the tour bus is hard to sleep in.”

You didn’t doubt it, remembering how small and cramped the sleeping area had seemed. You felt much better about the whole ordeal, knowing you’d at least helped them in some way.

They were gathered at the door, knowing they needed to leave, but wanting more than anything to stay. They looked heartbreakingly authentic—messy hair, bare faces, still in their rumbled pajamas. It was startling to be so thoroughly reminded that they were just like you, except with more glitz and glam in an industry that demanded it of them. Seeing them in such a human light made you admire them even more, and your chest was close to bursting.

“Thank you all so much,” you said. “Really, I had a fantastic time. I’m gonna remember yesterday for the rest of my life.”

All seven of them were grinning so widely, you were surprised their faces weren't splitting. Hoseok said, “We’ll see you after the concert.”

You grinned and nodded, still slightly breathless. Each of them touched you on their way out—Jimin grabbed your hand, Seokjin and Hoseok brushed your arm, Jeongguk and Yoongi wrapped their hand around your wrist. Taehyung, boldest of the seven, stroked his knuckle down the length of your neck, making you shiver.

You’d noticed Namjoon had gone out of his way to avoid touching you yesterday. Today he lingered in the doorway, giving you a considering look, before reaching out and cupping your cheek in his hand. “See you tonight, baby.”

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hey!!! i hope training went okay today!!! RJ and i are patiently waiting for Daddy to get home ❤️

The picture you sent was of you hugging Jin’s beloved RJ plushie to your cheek, giving it a kiss. What you were wearing though…

You were wearing Jin’s favorite lingerie; a pink babydoll with lacy pink panties. The thing that really threw him for a loop was the pretty pink collar wrapped snugly around your neck, a cute little bell dangling, as well as a heart shaped tag.

Jin let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, trying to fight down the erection trying to form in his loose sweats.

To: Baby Girl ❤️

Naughty kitten. Dressed like that in front of my son, whom I birthed. I should teach you a lesson when I get home

From: Baby Girl ❤️

hmmm or you could let me take care of you tonight instead ;) i know you’ve been working hard, Jinnie. i want to spoil my amazing boyfriend!!!

To: Baby Girl ❤️

I love you so much oh my god. I’m so tired I’m ready to collapse. I’m going to eat dinner and then we’ll be back at the dorms!!! Wait for me, my beautiful angel ❤️❤️❤️

From: Baby Girl ❤️

RJ will keep me company until you get here~ i love you, Seokjinnie ❤️❤️❤️

Jin stood up, finally, then paused, looking back to see Yoongi dead asleep on the floor, curled up next to where Jin had been previously sitting and texting you. His lips were parted as he snoozed, snoring softly. Jin sighed, smiling fondly as he knelt down.

“Yoongi-ah,” he called softly, “It’s time to wake up. Taehyungie’s going to eat all the chicken wings if we don’t hurry up and get to dinner.”

“Mmf,” Yoongi curled up further, his hands sandwiched between his thighs. “Sleep.”

“Yoongi.” Jin said through a laugh, shaking his shoulder gently, “C’mon, I know you’re tired, but you’re probably hungry too, right?”

“M’starving,” Yoongi mumbled, then finally began to stretch himself out, waking up.

“Good boy,” Jin said, running his fingers through Yoongi’s matted hair, gently removing the tangles he found there. “I’ll see you in the meeting room, okay? Don’t fall asleep!”

Yoongi hummed an acknowledgement, and he watched as Jin walked away. How was he supposed to fall back asleep after that?

His scalp tingled from where Jin had run his fingers through his hair, his heart skipping a couple beats. He could feel his face flushing, and he immediately smashed his cheeks in his hands.

“No,” he grunted, “No, no. We’re not doing this, Min Yoongi. Stop it.”

Yoongi scratched at his head where Jin had stroked it to get rid of the tingly feeling, then finally stood from the floor, making his way to the meeting room.

-xxx-

“Oh, kitten.”

You hummed around Jin’s dick in your mouth, slurping obscenely as you pulled back up.

“God, you look so good,” Jin moaned, “So perfect taking my dick like that.”

“Mmm, you close?” You asked, smiling when Jin squeezed his eyes shut, nodding before tilting his head back. You worked your fist faster, focusing your attention on the sensitive tip, pressing kisses and bites along the beautiful column of Jin’s neck.

Jin came with a moan of your name, soiling your fist and his tummy, his hips twitching and his whole body relaxing bonelessly into the sheets.

“Fuck I needed that,” Jin groaned, looking at you dazedly with a crooked grin, “Thank you, kitten.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you cooed, learning down to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, “Anything for you.”

“Ah, what about you?” Jin asked, “Let me take care of you…”

“Mm, it’s okay,” you reassured him, “You have work in the morning. I’ll take care of it.”

“Kitten,” he whined, reaching up to cup your breast through your flimsy lingerie, making you gasp, “Please?”

“How about you just watch?” you asked, reaching over to the drawer of his nightstand that held all the toys the two of you used, “You already made me so wet, Daddy, I’ll probably cum so quick.”

“Mmm, wanna watch,” he grinned when you pulled out your favorite little bullet vibrator, “Make yourself cum, kitten.”

You grinned back, setting the vibe to the medium setting and slipping it inside your underwear, buckling as soon as the vibrations hit your clit.

You were already so sensitive, so a few minutes of working your clit and Jin playing with your chest sent you flying over the edge, your orgasm quick and sharp. You pulled the vibrator away and collapsed onto the bed next to Jin, who pulled you close and peppered your face with kisses.

“I love you,” he murmured, then, “Let’s go the fuck to bed.”

When you woke the next morning, Jin was already gone and at work. You sighed, but found RJ tucked in next to you with a little note attached to his bandana.

“Good morning, kitten! Sorry I had to leave so early. Tonight the group is going out to dinner, and you’re invited! Nothing too fancy, just going out for noodles. Love you, have a good day!!! - Seokjinnie-oppa ❤️”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Such a sweetie pie,” you mumbled, laying back down with a huff and hugging RJ close to your chest.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi jolted out of his daze, looking over at Jungkook who raised an eyebrow at him.

“You okay? You zoned out for like five minutes.”

“Yeah...Yeah, I’m fine,” Yoongi swallowed, looking back down at his half-eaten bowl of ramen, “Just sleepy, I guess.”

“You’re always sleepy, hyung!” Jungkook teased, “But at least eat more of your noodles.”

“Yah, I’m the hyung here,” Yoongi argued, “I should be telling you that.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it with Taehyungie.” Jungkook shrugged, then began to take huge bites of his own noodles, slurping enthusiastically.

“Watch it, Jungkookie! You’re getting broth all over me!” Jungkook gave you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, noona,” he said through a mouthful of noodles, and you rolled your eyes, affectionately reaching over to dab away some broth from the younger boy’s cheek. You glanced over at Yoongi, who seemed to be staring at you in a daze, noodles hanging from his mouth. You giggled, giving him a bright smile before returning your attention to your own noodles.

Yoongi managed to tear his gaze away from you again before he could fixate on your mouth again. He stared down at his bowl, chewing his noodles slowly and thoughtfully.

Then his phone went off in his pocket.

From: Seokjin-hyung

It’s not polite to stare, Yoongi-ah.

Yoongi tensed, looking up at Jin, who was affectionately tucking your hair behind your ear as you listened to a story Hoseok was telling. You gave Jin a soft smile before turning your attention back to Hoseok, who shouted something Yoongi didn’t quite catch, making you jump and laugh hysterically. Jin met Yoongi’s gaze, his smile turning dark and knowing, looking back down at his phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

You’ve been looking tense lately, Yoongi-ah. Something on your mind?

To: Seokjin-hyung

No. Nothing at all. I’m not tense. I’m just tired.

From: Seokjin-hyung

Your shoulders are up to your ears.

Yoongi blinked at the message, then immediately relaxed his shoulders, hearing Seokjin’s chuckle from across the table.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’ve been thinking. Did you want to come and play with my kitten again? She’s been feisty lately. We’ve been so busy, and you need to relax.

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised, then he met Jin’s gaze from across the table again. Jin was smirking at him, murmuring something into your ear before handing you his phone. Yoongi felt his skin crawl as your eyebrows also raised, then you looked up at Yoongi as well. Your lips curled in a shy little smile, then you started typing away on Jin’s phone.

From: Seokjin-hyung

i’d love to have you over again for another play date, oppa~ but only if you want to and are okay with it.

“Fuck.” Yoongi hissed under his breath, then quickly locked his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. He stubbornly began to eat his noodles, pointedly ignoring the stares and giggles from across the tables. His phone continued to buzz in his pocket, and then they stopped. He heard you and Jin talking with Hoseok and Jimin again, so he pulled his phone out to their barrage of text messages.

From: Seokjin-hyung

any time you want to play with me, you can~ i’ve been telling daddy i miss your mouth...you were sooooo good with your fingers Yoongi-oppa i can’t stop thinking about it

daddy talks about you filling me up with your cum too...you should do that again sometime ;p

pleeeeeease say you’ll come play with us oppaaaaaaaaaa

ooooooooppppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

here’s a picture of us to help you make your decision ;)

Yoongi inhaled sharply at the picture. Jin had taken it, from the way his arm was. His other arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his hand clutching your ass possessively. He had your bottom lip between his teeth, and your lips were attempting to pull into a smile. You were wearing a frilly pink baby doll, sitting pretty in Jin’s lap. Jin was only wearing his Balenciaga boxers, his broad shoulders and chest on display. Yoongi could see a hint of one of your nipples slipping out of the baby doll, and he swallowed. He locked his phone and put it back into his pocket.

You are not having a bisexual crisis at the dinner table Min Yoongi, he screeched internally, reaching for a dumpling in the middle of the table mechanically and popping it into his mouth. He chanced a glance over at you and Jin, the both of you wearing knowing smirks, but eating your food and talking with the other boys between bites.

“I covered the bill, so whenever everyone is done, the van is waiting outside.” Seijin announced, and Yoongi stood up first, quickly putting on his coat and heading for the door, ignoring Taehyung’s cries of ‘hyung is trying to get the front seat someone stop him!’.

He made it to the front seat no problems, sticking his tongue out childishly at Taehyung who was pouting and whining outside his window. The rest of the crew piled into the van, gushing about how good the food was and how full they were. You let out a yelp, making Yoongi look the rear view mirror to see you smacking Jin with a pout. Jin was laughing his squeaky windshield wiper laugh, and you plopped down in your seat with a huff, still pouting even when you rested your head on Jin’s shoulder and hugged his arm to your chest. Jin rested his head on top of yours, smiling sweetly as he met Yoongi’s gaze. He winked, and Yoongi quickly looked down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers and attempting to fight back the flush he knew was going across his cheeks.

He supposed that if he denied himself a bisexual crisis in the restaurant, he could have one in the car and when he got home instead.

-xxx-

“Oppa.”

Yoongi gasped, feeling hands ghost down his front. He was leaning against something sturdy and warm. Rather, he was leaning against someone sturdy and warm, their lips pressing tiny kisses along the column of his neck.

“Yoongi-oppa. Is this for me?”

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open, the view he had making his breath catch in his throat. You were on your knees in front of him, a coy smirk stretched across your face. You were wearing the baby doll in the picture you had sent him, and the lacy panties too. But instead of the bright pink that Jin preferred, they were jet black. The thing that struck him, though, was across your neck. A pretty little collar sat, with a bell that jingled with every move, and heart shaped tag.

Daddy’s Kitten, it said.

Yoongi moaned, long and low, jutting his hips up.

“Yes, baby it’s for you,” he mumbled, and you giggled, the bell tittering with your laughter. “Jagi, don’t tease me…”

“Mm, what do you think, Daddy?” You hummed, your finger rubbing circles teasingly on the tip of Yoongi’s cock, making his hips jump again. “Do you think we should reward Yoongi-oppa? He’s being so good for us…”

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, and Yoongi let out a squeak when he felt one of Jin’s big hands run down his tummy, running a finger down the length of his cock teasingly. “You’re right, kitten. Give baby boy what he wants.”

Yoongi melted at the pet name, gasping as you leaned down to finally, finally wrap your lips around his cock.

“That’s a good boy,” Jin cooed, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck, “Let kitten take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-!”

Yoongi awoke with a jolt, his alarm screeching from his bedside table. He was covered in a cold sweat, his dick hard and weeping in his boxers.

“Oh my god,” he hissed, fumbling his hand down to give himself a squeeze, choking on a moan. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

He came quickly, after three pumps, muffling his cries into his pillows. He relaxed bonelessly into the sheets, panting.

“Oh my god.” He said again, hearing Namjoon shuffle, then fall out of his bed with a yelp on the other side of his wall, then heard Hoseok’s muffled laughter.

“I’m so fucked.” He moaned, then quickly stumbled out of bed.

-xxx-

“I’ll do it.”

Jin looked up from his paper that ran through the schedule for the variety show they were set to star on. Yoongi was standing in front of him with a furrow in his brow and his lips drawn into a pout.

“What?” Jin asked, and Yoongi’s cheeks turned a pink color as he shifted his stance, folding his arms. He seemed to pout harder as he reached up to scratch behind his ear.

“I’ll do it,” he repeated, mumbling, “Join you. Whenever. Whatever.”

Jin stared at him a minute, and Yoongi could physically hear the gears clicking before Jin’s face lit up.

“Oh!” He said delightedly, grinning, “Okay! Just message us whenever you want. Or should we message you? Ah, whatever,” Jin waved it off, “We’ll be in touch.”

“Uh. Okay.” Yoongi pushed back the idea of leaning down to press a kiss on Jin’s cheek, “Bye.” He choked, storming away.

“Yoongi-ssi! You’re up for makeup, get over here!” One of the makeup noona’s called, making Yoongi groan in annoyance. “I know your tricks. Sit.” She ordered, and Yoongi did with a frown, resisting the urge to coo when Seijin came over and handed him an iced Americano. “You’re just like a little baby Yoongi-ssi,” the makeup noona teased, spreading her brushes out at her station, “Shuts up as soon as you give him his bottle. Or in your case, your iced Americano.”

“Noona,” Yoongi mumbled, taking another sip to bite back his comments, “Just make me look pretty now. Please.”

“As you wish.” She gave him a teasing smile, then got to work.

-xxx-

“Babe, come over tonight.”

“I can’t, I’m watching Netflix.”

“My parents are out of town.”

“Seokjin, you absolute meme,” you said, sinking deeper into your pillow pile. “Seriously. I’m watching Netflix. Do I have to come over?”

“Well you know I can’t come over there,” Jin replied, “Also, Yoongi-ah is coming over.”

“Oh?” That piqued your interest. You sat up from your pillow pile, “Do tell me more about that.”

“Yoongi came to me today,” Jin said, his voice low, “He said he’d like to join us again.”

“Oh?” You grinned, “Tell me more about that.”

“It was so cute,” Jin said, his squeaky laugh filtering through the phone, “He was so pouty. Blushing. He said, ‘I’ll do it, or whatever.’ Like it was some chore that he didn’t want to do.”

“Aww, Yoongi-oppa!” You giggled, imagining Yoongi’s pouty face as he talked with Jin, “Adorable. So you want to do something tonight?”

“If you’re up for it, babe,” Jin hummed, “We’re gonna have a pretty packed schedule next week, so I don’t want you to miss me while I’m gone.”

“Always thinking of me,” you said with a smirk, “With your dick.”

“Yah! I do not!” Jin cried, and you laughed, finally emerging from your bed.

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and I’ll be over. Don’t start without me!”

“Why would we do that?” Jin asked with a snort, “We need you here to make it no homo.”

“Seokjin, I swear,” you sighed, “I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I love you, bye!” Jin chirped, and you tossed your phone onto your bed, trotting over to your bathroom to shower and get ready.

-xxx-

“I’m here!”

Yoongi looked up from his phone, seeing you waltzing through the door, your hair a little wind swept and your cheeks flushed a cute pink from the cold.

“Sorry I took so long,” you apologized sheepishly, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up near the door, “I had to get ready because I was laying in bed all day. Hey babe.” You tilted your head to accept Jin’s affectionate kiss. “Hey, Yoongi-oppa! Rough day at practice?”

“What makes you say that?” Yoongi asked, a little snippy. You laughed, walking over to run your fingers through his hair, making him tense and his eyes widen.

“Your hair is a mess,” you replied softly, smiling down at him, “Also, you look two minutes away from passing out.”

“I do not.” Yoongi protested half-heartedly, and Jin stood next to you, looking down at Yoongi with a knowing grin.

“Yeah you do,” Jin agreed, tilting his head, “Your eyes get droopy and you sink further and further into whatever surface your sitting on. I thought you were going to curl up into a ball before she even got here.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi huffed, “We doing this thing or what?”

“Jumping right into it, huh?” Jin shrugged, “Works for me. Kitten,” your gaze flicked from Yoongi to Jin, who was smirking, tilting his head down towards Yoongi, “Give him a taste. You know he’s missed you.”

Yoongi wanted to protest, that he didn’t miss you, he saw you basically every day. But he was cut off by you tilting his head back so it rested on the back of the couch, leaning down to press your lips together softly.

“It’s weird kissing like this,” you giggled, pulling away. “Oppa? Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Yes.” Yoongi whispered, and the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, your hand wrapped firmly around Yoongi’s wrist. You pulled him towards the bed, pausing before you could both sit down, then shrugging, as if coming to a conclusion about something you didn’t voice. You reached for the hem of your baggy t-shirt, tugging it up and over your head. Yoongi sucked in a breath at the sight of the lilac lace of your bra, the material barely hiding anything from his view. You tugged your leggings off, the matching bottoms making Yoongi let out the breath he was holding.

“Is that the new set I bought you!” Jin asked excitedly, “Aigooo, it does look amazing on you! I have such good taste.” Jin gave himself a smug pat on the back, moving to sit at the head of the bed. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are most of your excursions with him like this?” he asked dryly, and you laughed, moving in to sit comfortably in Yoongi’s lap, making him choke on his spit.

“Not always,” you admitted, then smirked down at him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “But you’d know that, wouldn’t you? Oppa?” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair again, “Haven’t you been listening? Daddy says that I should be extra loud for you some nights…”

Yoongi looked over to Jin, who was watching with a pleased gleam in his eye. His hand was lazily rubbing the bulge starting to form in his sweatpants, meeting Yoongi’s gaze and giving him a smirk. Yoongi focused his attention back on you, finally moving his hands up to run down your sides, then groping your behind greedily. You gasped happily, grinding your hips into his lap.

Reminiscent of your first romp, you ended up lying comfortably in Jin’s lap while Yoongi ate you out. He made you cum quickly, about to pull away to let you relax a moment, but Jin had other plans.

“Can you keep going?” Jin asked, Yoongi looking up at him. “I want you to make her cum again like that.”

Yoongi stared dumbfounded for a moment, then tensed as Jin gave him a dark look.

“Do you need it to be an order?” He said, his voice deep and low, “Keep going. Make her cum again. Don’t make me ask twice, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a shiver go down his spine, immediately dropping back down to resume his task. You were wailing, clutching onto Jin and Yoongi, your legs shaking and tears falling down your cheeks as Yoongi brought you to completion again.

“There you go, what a good boy,” Jin cooed, pushing Yoongi’s bangs away from his face. “You want to cum?”

“Please,” Yoongi whimpered, and Jin smiled.

“Where do you want to cum, Yoongi-ah?”

“Inside,” he mumbled, his gaze dropping back down to where you lay, spread and soaking wet from his attention, “Wanna cum inside her, please-“

“So polite,” Jin praised, pulling his hand away from Yoongi’s hair, “You want that, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you sighed, and once the both of you nodded, Yoongi tugged his sweatpants and boxers down so his dick was out, then quickly slid inside you, choking out a groan.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, “So wet-“

“Mmm, oppa,” you moaned, pulling him down to press your lips together in a sloppy kiss, “Fuck me.”

Yoongi did. He clutched you close, burying his face in your neck, slamming his hips into yours, revelling in the wet slaps and slick noises the two of you made together. He came quick, pulling away to watch the mess he made slick back out.

“God,” Yoongi moaned, then looked up. Jin was looking at him thoughtfully, and you were licking your lips.

“The night’s still young,” you murmured, grinning at Yoongi, “Don’t you think, Daddy?”

“I agree, kitten,” Jin replied, reaching down to run his finger through the mess Yoongi made, keeping eye contact, “Why don’t we play some more?”

“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi mumbled, and Jin laughed.

“Famous last words, Yoongi-ah.” He said.

-xxx-

“I feel like my soul was sucked out from my dick.”

You muffled a laugh against the bedding, staring at the back of Yoongi’s head. His hair was tousled badly, and you tenderly touched some of the nail marks you had made in his back the night before.

“Sorry, oppa,” you said sweetly, “But you had fun, right?”

Yoongi made a soft noise of affirmation, snuggling deeper into the pillow he was clutching onto. He snuffled sweetly, and you smiled wider.

“You’re so cute in the mornings,” you mumbled, and Yoongi turned his head so he could look at you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so soft and sweet. Like a marshmallow.”

“Yah, what about me?” Jin protested from behind you, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair was also a bird’s nest, his lips swollen and a couple stray hickeys strewn across his chest. You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to Jin’s jaw.

“You’re always cute, Seokjinnie,” You cooed, grinning wider when you saw him puff up proudly, “It’s no contest.”

“You’re gonna make me barf,” Yoongi muttered flatly, giving the two of you a disgusted look, “It is far too early for the lovey dovey bullshit.”

“You’ll get over it,” Jin said dismissively, then clambered over you and Yoongi to get out of bed, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”

“Coffee,” Yoongi called, just as you said, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed myself.”

“Feed yourself my asshole, I’m making you eggs.” Jin said, pulling on his boxers. “Same goes for you, Yoongi-ah, we’re practicing a lot today and you need a lot more than coffee to sustain you.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” Yoongi gave him a wicked grin, and Jin promptly threw his RJ cushion at his face, making him yelp.

You stretched out on the bed with a pleased groan, wincing at the aches and pains that flashed throughout your body. You felt eyes on you, and you glanced over to see Yoongi watching you thoughtfully.

“What’s up?” you asked, and Yoongi shrugged, reaching over to gently push a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“You’re cute, too,” he muttered softly, running his finger down the bridge of your nose. You felt your cheeks burn as he smiled softly. “In the mornings.”

“Seokjin-hyung!” Namjoon’s voice suddenly boomed throughout the dorm, making both Yoongi and you jump. Yoongi clambered out of the bed, hissing cuss words under his breath as he fumbled for his clothes. You floundered, unsure what to do, then winced when Yoongi whipped an oversized t-shirt at you. You quickly tugged it on, then managed to find your panties from the night before, tugging those on as well. You heard Taehyung call your name, then burst into the bedroom.

“Noona! Jin-hyung said you were here!” you yelped as Taehyung flopped on top of you, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Good morning!” he chirped, then finally took note of Yoongi in the room, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Yoongi-hyung? What are you doing over here?”

“...Just...I, uh…” he glanced around the room, then you blurted out,

“He was looking for a shirt Seokjinnie borrowed!” you gave Yoongi a nervous grin, “Right? Yoongi-oppa?”

“Uh, yes!” Yoongi agreed, “Yep. Yeah, just. Looking for a shirt.”

“It stinks in here,” Jungkook said loudly, peeking in through the bedroom door, giving you a grin, “G’morning, noona! We came to mooch breakfast off Seokjin-hyung.”

“That’s nice, but haven’t any of you heard of knocking?!” you cried, trying to push Taehyung off of you.

“I’ve literally seen Jin-hyung’s dick inside your mouth,” Taehyung replied easily, “I think the concept of privacy is long gone at this point.”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, get off of me,” you groaned, trying to hide your face, “No one look at me. Everyone get out. I need to suffocate myself in these sheets.”

“Speaking of sheets, you might need some new ones put on,” Jungkook piped up, “TaeTae, is that a cum puddle near your knee?”

“A WHAT?!” Taehyung screeched, jumping off the bed and running out of the room, and you glanced down, knowing that the three of you changed the sheets before you went to bed. Jungkook winked at you, giving you a thumbs up before going towards the kitchen, where Taehyung’s screeching continued, and Hoseok’s laughter rattled throughout the dorm.

“Um. I’m gonna go now.” Yoongi mumbled, scratching behind his ear, “I really gotta shower before we head out…”

“Alright,” you sighed, getting out of bed and reaching to press a soft kiss against Yoongi’s cheek. “Thanks for playing with us again. Whenever you wanna, just let Seokjinnie know and he’ll let me know.” You gave Yoongi a happy smile, and he gave you a nervous one in return, picking up his hoodie and tugging it on.

“See you later.” he said, and you waved, closing the door behind him so you could make yourself more presentable for the rambunctious group of boys currently in Jin’s kitchen.

-xxx-

From: Genius Min Suga

Hey r u busy

Jin blinked at the message, then glanced at you.

“Hey, are we busy?” he asked, and you looked over from where you were shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“I mean, not really,” you replied, your voice muffled by your popcorn, “Who’s asking?”

“Yoongi,” Jin said, “I’ll tell him no.”

“Ah, shit. I’m not really prepared for a dick appointment.” you glanced down at your sweats, “I think I’m wearing my granny panties today.”

“Hot.” Jin’s phone went off again, “Yoongi’s coming over.”

Since the second time the two of you invited Yoongi into the bedroom, there had been a handful of other times Yoongi had joined in. Jin seemed to take great pleasure in bossing him around, telling him what to do to make you feel good. Yoongi seemed to like it too, but it was hard to tell sometimes when he scowled at Jin before obeying.

The time that Yoongi lingered afterwards seemed to be getting longer, as well. He continued to stay the night, and you would often find yourself waking up curled up in Yoongi’s arms, or with Yoongi curled up into your back. Sometimes you’d wake up to him playing with your hair, looking lost in his own thoughts. You had tried to ask him what he was thinking about a couple times, but every time he shook his head and told you not to worry about it.

Those mornings, when Yoongi was soft, vulnerable, his lips parted as he slept. You felt something stir in your chest, your heart skipping a beat. It had scared you, but your feelings for Jin remained unchanged. If anything, you fell for him harder, the two of you growing closer with every encounter with Yoongi. So now you were confused. What was the feeling that bloomed in your chest whenever Yoongi spent the night? When his kisses when from rough and demanding to sweet and tender? When Yoongi and Jin spent their sweet time covering you in kisses and slowly bringing you to the edge?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, then it opening.

“Hey,” Yoongi called, then came towards the couch. “What are you guys watching?”

“Coco!” You replied, scooting closer to Jin and patting the space next to you, “You should watch, I’ve heard it’s really good!”

“Alright.” Yoongi agreed easily, sitting down next to you and immediately leaning his body weight onto you and resting his head on your shoulder. You blinked, then Jin threw his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on Yoongi’s head. You felt confused, but relaxed into both of them, getting into the movie.

You ended up crying at the end, big fat crocodile tears as Miguel played Remember Me for his Mamá Coco, and you heard a sniffle come from your right. You turned to see Yoongi’s hand covering his face.

“Yoongi, are you crying?” you asked, your voice quaking from your own tears.

“No,” he denied, then he let out a sob, “Fuck. The power of music helped her remember. It’s fucking beautiful, okay? Shut up!”

Jin remained silent, and then ending sequence of what happened one year later ran, and he suddenly swore loudly.

“Fuck! I made it the whole time!” he cried, choking out a sob of his own, “I didn’t cry the whole time! Of course the reunion with her dad fucked me up! GOD!”

You choked out a laugh, breaking down in tearful laughter, and eventually Jin and Yoongi joined you, laughing through their tears.

“I’m sorry I made us watch a movie that made us cry,” you said with a sniffle, grabbing the box of Kleenex on the table in front of you, handing everyone one to wipe their tears, “I thought it would be lighthearted and fun.”

“It’s a Disney movie,” Yoongi rebutted, giving you an unimpressed look with his red-rimmed eyes, “It’s going to be devastating one way or another.”

“He’s right,” Jin said, blowing his nose, “But it was still a good movie. I enjoyed it.”

“Oh, Yoongi-oppa, what did you come over for?” you asked, “I’m sure it wasn’t to watch Coco.”

Yoongi blinked at you for a moment, then glanced at Jin. He rubbed the back of his neck, finding something on the other side of the room more interesting.

“I...I just didn’t really want to be by myself tonight,” he mumbled, playing with his fingers, “I just wanted to hang out with you guys so I wouldn’t be stuck in my thoughts. I didn’t...I wasn’t looking for…”

“I getchya,” you interrupted, reaching over to give Yoongi’s hand a squeeze. He focused his gaze on you, and you gave him a soft smile, “If you ever need to get your mind off things, you can find us. Or if you just want to hang out with me, or just Seokjinnie, just say the word and we’ll be there for you. We’re your friends first and foremost, Yoongi-oppa.”

Yoongi gave you a crooked smile, giving the same smile to Jin over your shoulder.

“Aigooo, c’mere you two!” Jin crowed, pulling the two of you in for a tight hug, “I love you guys! My baby girl, and my son, who I raised on my back-“

“Jin-hyung shut up,” Yoongi spat, his voice muffled by the material of Jin’s sweater. You laughed, nuzzling your face into Jin’s neck and rubbing your hand comfortingly up and down Yoongi’s back.

“Spend the night,” you blurted, and Yoongi gave you a curious look from where he was resting his head on Jin’s shoulder. Seeing Jin’s arm still thrown over Yoongi’s shoulders, seeing them so close made your heart tangle into knots. “We don’t have to do anything. Just. We’ll sleep. You seem to sleep better when you’re with us.”

“If...if it’s okay,” Yoongi looked up at Jin, who nodded.

“Of course, Yoongi-ah,” Jin replied, “Like she already said, you’re welcome any time. Sexually or otherwise.”

“Alright.” Yoongi nodded, moving out of Jin’s hold, “Thank you. Both of you.”

After you cleaned up your mess in the living area, the three of you made your way into Jin’s bedroom, deciding to stay in your sweats to sleep. Jin flopped onto the bed, and Yoongi was waiting for you to crawl into the middle like you usually do, but you shook your head softly.

“Wanna be the middle spoon?” You asked, “It’s nice and warm. You also won’t fall off the bed in the morning.”

Yoongi snorted, and Jin opened the blanket, patting the space next to him. Yoongi seemed to hesitate, before climbing into bed, his back to Jin. You crawled in next to him, burying your face into his chest. Yoongi held you close, then you felt Jin’s hands slip over Yoongi to hold onto your hip.

“Good night everyone,” you said, and the boys mumbled their good nights as well, the three of you falling into a peaceful slumber.

-xxx-

“Seokjin-hyung.”

Jin was startled out of his thoughts by Namjoon, and he blinked.

“Yes?” He asked, and Namjoon shook his head.

“I asked if you were okay? You’ve been glaring at Yoongi-hyung all day.”

“Glaring?” Jin tilted his head, “That’s not what I meant to be doing.”

“What are you meaning to be doing?”

“Observing. Thinking. Deciphering. Contemplating.”

“I get it,” Namjoon interrupted, “Why?”

“Why?” Jin looked back at Yoongi, who was sipping his iced coffee in a tired daze while a makeup noona brushed different things onto his face. “Good question. I’m not really sure.”

“Seokjin! Chair!” One of the hairstylists called, and Jin stood up, giving Namjoon a pat on the shoulder before reporting to his chair.

“Oh good, you didn’t cut your own hair again,” the stylist teased, and Jin nodded, looking down and picking up a pair of scissors.

“It’s not too late for me to do it again,” he said with a grin, reaching up to take some of his bangs, making the stylist squawk in panic and yank the scissors out of his hand. He laughed, squeaking and clapping.

“Chaotic evil,” Taehyung called from the seat next to him.

“Sorry, it’s just so fun to tease,” Jin giggled, and then folded his hands in his lap, “I’ll be good. Do your worst.”

“Brat,” the stylist huffed, then got to work. Jin closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

It immediately wandered right back to Yoongi. He really hadn’t meant to glare at the other boy. He had been thinking; about him, about you, about...other things.

The morning after Yoongi stayed the night, Jin had done something. Embarrassing. Something you didn’t know about because you had been asleep at the time. Yoongi had slept in the middle, like you insisted, and Jin had spooned him, because what else was he supposed to do? Jin had seen Yoongi naked and had actually eaten his cum so he figured there was nothing wrong with cuddling. Which, there wasn’t, it was actually nice. Yoongi makes an excellent little spoon.

When Jin woke up the next morning, he was running on autopilot when he pulled the body in front of him closer, thinking it was you. He nuzzled his face into the back of their neck. He pressed a sweet kiss to the skin there, and when the person he was holding let out a sweet sigh, he continued to pepper kisses along the skin of their neck. He then brought one of his hands up to playfully grope your chest, as he did most mornings…

...Only to be met a flat, firm pec, that definitely did not belong to his girlfriend.

He paused, furrowing his brow and groping again, and yep, there was definitely not a boob there. He finally pried his eyes open, and was met by the view of Yoongi squirming in his hold.

“Oh, fuck,” Jin mumbled, and Yoongi groaned, turning over to hide his face in Jin’s chest. “Sorry, I thought you were…”

“S’okay,” Yoongi muttered, “Sorry I don’t have great tits for you to play with.” Jin chuckled at that, looking over to see you turned away from the two of them, snoozing away contentedly.

“You’re fine,” he replied, reaching up on a whim to start playing with Yoongi’s hair. “You’d look weird with tits.”

“So would you.” Yoongi shot back, and Jin snorted, letting the warm atmosphere relax him into a light doze, his hand slowing in Yoongi’s hair.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yoongi, warm and pliant in his arms. He thought about the defiant gleam in his eye when he obeys Jin’s orders in bed. He thought about other times, Yoongi’s obedient whimpers, the way he bit his lip, when he met Jin’s gaze when he was cumming-

It was. A lot. To process, all at once. It made Jin’s insides do flips, similar to the first few times he went out on dates with you. Which confused him, because he hadn’t even considered the possibility of being anything but straight. He had only ever been with women, and then when he found you, he had cemented the fact that you were the one in his brain, and he stopped looking or caring because you were all he ever needed.

So what did this mean? Where did it leave the new feelings blooming in his tummy whenever he looked at Yoongi?

“Alright Seokjin, you’re done,” the stylist said, snapping him out of his reverie. “Head over to the makeup noonas and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you,” He said quietly, and stood up from his seat, stretching out and groaning at how stiff his muscles were.

He sunk down into his seat, and got lost in his thoughts again.

-xxx-

“Jin said that he was on his way.”

Yoongi hummed a noise of understanding, the two of you sitting next to each other on the couch. You had a bit of space between the two of you, which struck you as both odd and understandable. It had been a while since it was just the two of you alone together.

You glanced around, fiddling with your fingers for a moment.

“You, uh...want something to drink?” You asked, and Yoongi continued to scroll through his phone, shaking his head.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you.” He replied politely, and you nodded, going back to fiddling with your fingers.

Then your phone began to ring.

“Hey,” you answered, “What’s up?”

“Hey, they’re keeping me for a little while longer,” Jin said, “You guys can just go ahead and get started without me.”

“Started?” You asked, looking over at Yoongi, who was now staring at you curiously. “Are...Are you sure?”

“Yeah, honestly, I may not even make it back in time. I trust you both. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, it’s just without me there.”

“Seokjin…” you started, and he cut you off.

“Sorry, I gotta go. Just go ahead without me! It’s fine! 100% approval! I love you so much and I’ll see you guys when I get home!”

“Wait-!” You tried, but Jin had already hung up. You pulled your phone away from your face, then looked over at Yoongi.

“Um...Jin said...he’s gonna be late, and that if you wanted…” you looked down, shy, “...W-We could get started...without him…”

“Ah…” Yoongi breathed, and you looked up to see his cheeks flushing. “Are...Is that okay? With you?”

“Yeah!” You said, maybe a little too quickly, then nodded, “Um, yes. Yeah. Is it...okay with you?”

“...Yeah,” Yoongi replies quietly, then stands up, “Tell Jin-hyung to meet us in my room. We need a change of scenery.” You giggled, standing and shooting Jin a quick text, then taking Yoongi’s hand and following him to his room.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room,” you admitted, looking around at the clothes and mementos strewn about. There was an electric keyboard, as well as other musical equipment set up near his desk, and your gaze finally fell to his unmade bed.

“Sorry it’s kinda messy,” he said, scratching the back of his head, falling back onto his bed with a soft ‘pmmf’. “C’mere. Make yourself comfy.”

You smiled, easily climbing into the bed and onto Yoongi’s lap, dipping down to press your lips together softly. Yoongi hummed his approval, running his hands up and down your sides soothingly.

You continued to kiss each other slowly, exploring each other. You figured you both had the time. Yoongi broke the kiss and you both gasped for air, Yoongi immediately peppering kisses down your neck.

“What do you want first?” He asked, and you hummed, rolling your hips down against his impatiently.

“I-I dunno,” you mumbled, gasping in pleasure when Yoongi nipped at your collarbone. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi played with the hem of your shirt, “What if I finger you? How does that sound?”

“Mmm, good,” You slurred, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, “You can do that, oppa.”

“Think you’re wet enough for me?” He wondered, pulling your shirt up and over your head. You shivered, moving back to be closer to Yoongi to try and sap some of his body heat.

“Keep talking like that and I will be.” You retorted, and Yoongi smirked.

“Hm, getting mouthy since Daddy isn’t here to put you in your place, kitten?”

“Are you gonna do it?” you shot back, looking down at him with a smug smirk. “You always do whatever Daddy tells you to do. Is it because you wanna be bossed around?”

Yoongi went quiet under you, merely observing you with a blank expression. You grinned.

“Oh my god. You do like being bossed around. That’s why you never say anything when Seokjin tells you what to do.”

“I never said that,” Yoongi denied, breaking eye contact. His cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s written all over your face.” You moved off of his lap, sitting on the bed and grinning at him when he sat up confusedly. “Stand up.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, and you hardened your stare, still smiling.

“Don’t make me ask again, Yoongi.” you said lowly, and you saw Yoongi tense up. He slowly got off the bed, standing next to it and looking down at you expectantly. You tilted your head, looking at him from head to toe. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment, before slowly bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. You observed the exposed skin hungrily, thinking about all the marks you could leave on his pretty skin.

“Pants, too.” You said quietly, “Slowly. You don’t want to seem too eager, do you?”

Yoongi let out a choked noise that sounded like a whimper, reaching slowly for his button. He popped it open, then slowly unzipped his fly. He then shoved his thumbs into the side of his jeans, slowly shimmying them down his hips before letting them pool to the floor, kicking them off to where his shirt was.

“...Are those Namjoon’s?” you asked, observing his Ryan boxers with a tilted head. Yoongi looked down at them, tilting his head too.

“...That is a possibility,” he said, pulling on the waistband, “I wasn’t even paying attention when I put them on this morning.”

“They’re cute,” You cooed, “It feels like you got dressed up for me.”

“I didn’t,” Yoongi pouted, and you giggled, gesturing him closer to the edge of the bed.

“Of course you didn’t,” you reassured him, running your hands down his tummy, enjoying how he jumped and twitched under the ministrations, “Do you want a reward for being such a good boy?” Yoongi swallowed, and you pulled on the waistband of his boxers, letting them snap back against his hip. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he whispered, and you smirked.

“Tell me what you want.”

“...I want a reward,” he repeated, quietly, “For...for being a…” he hesitated, biting his lip. You rubbed your thumb against his hip soothingly, “For being a g-good boy.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You looked over to where Jin was standing in the doorway, watching with a dark gaze, “What do you think, Daddy? What kind of reward should he get?”

Yoongi’s head whipped around, his whole body tensing when he saw Jin. You left your hand on his hip, and Jin slowly made his way over to you both, gently closing the door behind him.

“Keeping baby boy in line while Daddy’s gone, huh kitten?” Jin teased, and you preened at the attention. “You did a good job. Look at how hard he is already.”

“I-I’m not…” Yoongi protested, then gasped as Jin’s hand came to tangle in his hair, tightening his grip only slightly.

“No need to deny it, baby,” Jin cooed, “You’re already so wet, just from taking some orders. You could have told me you liked being bossed around.” He moved in closer, so his front was pressed against Yoongi’s back, “As we both know, I’m the king of giving orders.” He looked down at you over Yoongi’s shoulder. “What kind of reward do you want to give him, kitten? You get to choose because you did such a good job riling him up.”

“Wanna suck his dick,” you mumbled, licking your lips when you saw it twitch in Yoongi’s boxers. “Can I, Daddy?”

“Of course you can,” Jin pulled Yoongi’s hair again, making him gasp and fumble to put his hands on Jin’s hips to keep himself steady, “Don’t make him cum.”

“No,” Yoongi cried, “Please, don’t-!” His protest was cut off by you tugging down his boxers, holding his cock in a firm grip and immediately sucking the tip into your mouth. He let out a loud moan, his knees buckling. Jin’s hand came out of his hair so he could wrap both arms around Yoongi’s waist, holding him steady. “P-Please, hyung, I c-can’t-“

“You can,” Jin reassured him, “You can hold it back for me. I know, kitten’s so good with her mouth,” You hummed around your mouthful, making Yoongi choke out a gasp, “But you can hold on. You won’t cum until I tell you to.”

“Hyung,” Yoongi wailed, “I-I’m gonna...g-gonna, fuck-“

You pulled back, squeezing tightly around the base of Yoongi’s cock. He let out another cry, clutching at Jin’s arms around his waist, his head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Please, please hyung I need-“

“Aw, baby boy,” Jin cooed, brushing his lips over Yoongi’s ear, whispering, “I don't think that's really what you want to call me, is it?"

Your eyes widened in excitement. You watched as Yoongi struggled, squirming and clenching and unclenching his fingers on Jin’s arms. You licked your lips again, leaning forward eagerly.

“Baby boy,” Jin murmured, “If you do what I ask, you’ll get to cum. Don’t you want to cum?”

“Y-Yes…” Yoongi whined, bucking his hips forward, seeking attention.

“Yes, what?”

The three of you went still. The air practically buzzed with the tension.

“...dy…”

“Hm?” Jin tilted his head so he could move his ear closer to Yoongi, “What was that?”

Yoongi turned his head, and your breath left you in a rush as his lips brushed against Jin’s ear.

“Daddy,” he repeated, loud enough for the both of you to hear, “Please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum.”

“Fuck,” Jin spat, his hand trailing down to wrap around Yoongi’s dick, “Finish him off, kitten. Make sure you swallow like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, quickly sucking Yoongi back into your mouth, bobbing your head and whimpering when Jin’s fingers met your lips.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi moaned, “Oh god. Fuck. I’m c-cumming, Daddy, I’m g-gonna c-cum, oh, fuck-!”

Yoongi’s hips bucked forward, and you hummed in surprise when his release coated your tongue. You caught it all, and swallowed every drop. You pulled your mouth away, giving the tip one last kiss before sitting back on your heels, looking up and Jin and Yoongi who were both watching you with dark gazes.

“Kitten,” Jin said teasingly, “How wet are you?” You licked your lips, meeting Yoongi’s gaze briefly before looking Jin in the eyes.

“Soaking.”

“Mm, guess I’ll clean you up then,” Jin purred, “Why don’t you just watch for now, baby boy? We’ve got all night.” Yoongi’s stare became hazy and he smiled down at you.

“Yes, Daddy.”

-xxx-

“I’m fucked.”

Yoongi laid spread eagle on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he re-evaluated his life and life choices.

Everything had spiraled. Ever since that night, everything had spiraled out of his careful control. His feelings for you, his feelings for Jin, his want for both of you, in more ways than just physical. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jin’s fingers trailing down his skin, couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet kisses both of you pressed to his skin as he drifted off to sleep. His sheets smelled like both of you. He felt like he was unraveling at the seams, falling apart, his nerves frayed.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair, “I’m just going to get hurt.”

But the idea of stopping your activities made his heart hurt more. Yoongi know that you and Jin were his friends. He knew that if he cut things off, you both would respect his decision and go back to being just friends instead of friends with benefits. It felt like he would lose that intimacy, that closeness with the two of you. He felt safe around both of you, comfortable.

But at the same time, he felt like he could break, easily, with the slightest movement. One wrong word, one wrong look, and he would be done.

Yoongi knew he had to end it. Had to stop, had to...get some space. Get the thought of your hands and lips and soft gasps out of of his head. Get the thought of Jin muttering darkly in his ear, the burning hot trail of his fingertips against his skin.

His phone went off, and he found a message from Jin.

[Seokjin-hyung created a group message.]

[Seokjin-hyung renamed the group “Seokjinnie’s Two Babies”]

From: Seokjin-hyung

Yoongi, be a dear and help settle a debate for me

[image]

THIS SHIT IS BRIGHT FUCKIGN ORANGE

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

IT IS HOT PINK YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

From: Seokjin-hyung

O R A N G E

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

YOU FUCKING COLORBLIND GRANDPA EVEN YOONGI KNOWS ITS HOT PINK

Right??? Right, oppa??? ^_^

From: Seokjin-hyung

DON’T CALL HIM OPPA TO GET HIM ON YOUR SIDE

Yoongi. Darling. My baby. It’s bright orange. Right?

From: You

wtf is going on. did u srsly make a group chat for this?

From: Seokjin-hyung

yes

Also to send this meme I found on Instagram

[image]

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

haha you losers play Minecraft????? what are you, twelve?

From: You

i’ve actually never played Minecraft. i don’t think hyung has either.

From: Seokjin-hyung

I’m a Nintendhoe 4 life. This was the wrong meme, that was for Jungkook. I have to relocate to Antarctica and change my name

From: You

lol bye bitch

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

You will be missed

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh so you both wouldn’t even stop me from moving to Antarctica??? I see how it is. Betrayal. From the two people I trust most in this world, The actual love of my life, and my son, who I raised from childhood,

From: You

i know she calls u daddy, but u should at least call her ur daughter, don’t u think??? misgendering isn’t cool hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung

Bold of you to assume you’re the love of my life when you disrespect me like this

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

glad we were in agreement that my shirt is hot pink

From: You

sorry jagi, i have to go with hyung on this one. that shirt is more orange than pink.

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

MOTHERFUCKER

From: Seokjin-hyung

TAKE THAT YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WHO I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS EARTH

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

LICK THE ENTIRETY OF MY ASSHOLE

From: Seokjin-hyung

Is that an invitation? Yoongi you want in on this? ;)

From: You

i don’t think she meant it like that hyung

From: Seokjin-hyung’s girlfriend

i hate both of you

Yoongi come over and i’ll teach both of you a lesson in color theory

From: Seokjin-hyung

Oh god she has a PowerPoint presentation

From: You

omw only 2 see hyung suffer

From: Seokjin-hyung

I hate you

From: You

<3

-xxx-

“Oh, hey Yoongi-oppa!”

Yoongi grunted an acknowledgement, making his way into the kitchen, where Jin was cutting up vegetables.

“Hey, Yoongi,” Jin chirped, and you barreled into Jin’s back, nuzzling your face into his broad shoulder blades with a happy giggle. Yoongi snatched a slice of cucumber from the cutting board and observed the two of you.

Jin continued to cut vegetables, and you had to strain up to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Jin turned his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, making both of you smile. You also snatched a cucumber from the cutting board, crunching happily.

Yoongi felt thorns grow in his heart. He felt the ugly, rolling jealousy in his stomach. That made his words come out faster than he wanted them to.

“I think we should stop,” he blurted, Jin halting in his cutting and your eyebrows furrowing curiously, “I think...whatever is going on has to stop.”

“What?” You asked, Jin setting down his knife so he could turn and face Yoongi fully.

“What do you mean?”

“This,” Yoongi said, gesturing between all of you in the room, “Between us. I don’t think I should...sleep with you guys anymore.”

The silence in the room was tense. Yoongi couldn’t bear to look at either of you. He saw you fiddling with your fingers out of the corner of his eye, and Jin folded his arm.

“Is...Is it something we did?” You asked quietly, “Did...Did we make you uncomfortable, Yoongi-oppa?”

“No,” Yoongi shook his head, “No, I just...it’s kinda risky, isn’t it?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, “The three of us. Someone is going to figure out something eventually. It’s already bad enough that you have to be hidden, but then when you add me to the equation?” He shook his head, folding his own arms, “It gets messy. It’s probably better to cut this off before…” he swallowed, “Before someone gets hurt.”

“Yoongi,” Jin tried, and Yoongi shook his head.

“It’s fine,” Yoongi chuckled, “I’ve intruded long enough. You guys don’t need me hanging around like a third wheel anymore.”

“No,” you whispered, taking a halted step forward, “You were never like that. Yoongi, we-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi cut you off, “I’m fine. I just think we should stop sleeping together. We’re still friends, and I’ll still see you around.” He stepped away, going to take his leave, “So um. Thanks. For everything, I guess.” He swallowed giving you both a half hearted wave, “Bye.”

“Yoongi-“

“Oppa-!”

But Yoongi was already gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a dull, hollow thud.

-xxx-

“Hey.”

You turned, looking over to Jin. He reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

You definitely were not okay. On a scale of okay to not okay, you were a not okay. You were devastated, and you didn’t even know why.

“Ah…” you tried to speak, but as soon as you opened your mouth, all you could do was suck in a sharp breath, a choked sob escaping. Jin silently collected you in his arms, and you let the tears fall.

“Shhh, it’s okay, jagiya,” Jin murmured, “You’re okay.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I d-don’t know why…”

“It’s okay,” Jin reassured you, stroking your hair, “We did a lot of things together and he just...cut it off. It was sudden. It’s okay to be hurt, kitten.”

“Jin,” You blubbered, clutching onto him tighter, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He whispered, rocking you gently.

The week after Yoongi dropped the bomb on the both of you was difficult. You couldn’t bear to be away from Jin, who seemed to be returning the sentiment. Although you couldn’t come with him to practice, you still stayed at his dorm and waited for his return, which was usually late into the night.

The bed felt cold. Even though Jin kept you clutched to him tightly, there still felt like there was a cold spot at your back. You had felt Jin’s hands fumble a few times behind you, and your heart ached.

“I guess we just got used to him being here,” Jin mumbled one night, after his hands chased something that wasn’t there. “It feels kinda cold, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, moving in closer, “A little bit.”

Yoongi had done a wonderful job of avoiding the two of you, which made your heart ache more than before. He always left the room if you were entering. He never stood near Jin for longer than he had to. He barely said anything to anyone, really. You could tell the other members were concerned for him, but you didn’t have the heart to tell any of them what was wrong.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” you said with a sad smile, “I hope he feels better soon.”

You kept your distance as best as you could. You wanted nothing more than to go and gather Yoongi in your arms, give him reassuring kisses, but it felt wrong. Everything surrounding this whole situation felt wrong, like trying to jam a puzzle piece into a space it clearly didn’t belong in.

Eventually, you realized that this was going to keep eating away at you until you at least tried to talk to Yoongi. So you decided to loiter around after one of his dance lessons with Hoseok and Jimin, sitting on the floor outside the door. You were playing the newest levels in the Puzzle Star BT21 game, frowning thoughtfully as you tried to figure out the best move for your Cooky piece.

You jumped when you heard the door open, Hoseok’s bright laughter and Jimin’s squeaky giggle immediately pouring out. You scrambled to your feet, putting your hands behind your back and puffing up your shoulders and cheeks.

“Noona?” Jimin asked, giving you a confused look, “Jin-hyung isn’t here.”

“Um, I know.” You tried to keep yourself inflated, “I-I needed to talk to Yoongi-oppa.”

“Who wants to talk to me?” Yoongi asked, shuffling out of the practice room. You blinked rapidly, taking in his appearance. His hair was slicked back with sweat, his lips looking abused from biting them. His usual dark circles looked a lot worse than they normally do, and overall he looked sullen and moody. When he saw you, you saw something defiant flash in his eyes before he regarded you levely.

“U-Um,” you straightened up a bit more, “I-I wanted to speak to you. Oppa.” You paused again, then bowed slightly, “Please.”

“...Fine.” Yoongi gestured you back into the practice room, and you scrambled to follow him, giving a confused Hoseok and Jimin what you hoped was a reassuring smile before closing the door behind you.

Yoongi leaned against the mirrors, his arms folded. It struck you how handsome he looked then, your palms sweating as you wiped them on your jeans nervously. He regarded you with a scrutinizing gaze, closed off and distant. This wasn’t the Yoongi you had spent nights with tangled in the sheets. This was someone else entirely.

“Well?” He asked shortly, making you wince. “You wanted to talk. I’m tired, so let’s make this quick.”

You curled in on yourself, fiddling with the strings of your (Seokjin’s) hoodie, biting your lip to gather your thoughts.

“I...I just wanted to know wh-why you cut things off like that,” you looked up to meet his gaze, flinching slightly as you met his cold glare, “I-It just seemed really sudden, and I wanted to make sure if you were okay-“

“I’m fine,” Yoongi cut you off, and you startled at how harsh he sounded, “Is that all? Cuz if it is, I’d really like to go home now.”

“Yoongi-oppa…” you whispered, your voice wobbling, “Please, I just want to understand-“

“What left is there to understand?” Yoongi said with a disbelieving chuckle, “I broke it off. It’s done. Over. I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious, anyways.”

“But-“

“Will you just drop it?” he barked, giving you a dark glare, “It’s not like we were dating. Like I already said, it wasn’t anything serious, and it never will be.” He stalked towards you, making you flinch back in fear, “So stop chasing me around, got it?” He brushed past you towards the door, and all you could do was watch his back walk away in the mirror, tears filling your eyes, “And while you’re at it, tell hyung to stop pestering me, too. It’s annoying.”

With that, he slammed the door to the practice room shut behind him, the sound making you crumple to your knees, the tears you tried to hold back so desperately finally falling with an anguished sob.

-xxx-

“Jagi?”

You sniffled pathetically, curling into your oversized hoodie to make yourself smaller.

“Jagiya,” Jin pulled you into his chest, “What happened? Why are you crying, baby?”

“I-I tried to talk to Y-Yoongi-oppa,” you admitted, hiccuping sadly, “A-And he just brushed me off l-like he didn’t care…!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jin brushed a soothing hand through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“H-He told me to leave him a-alone…” You sniffled again, “B-But I’m so sad, oppa, and h-he doesn’t look h-happy at all…”

“Ugh,” Jin let out a tired groan, “What a shit.” Jin rubbed your back and rested his cheek on the top of your head with a defeated sigh. “I don’t know, jagi, maybe we should just drop it.”

You tensed up in his hold, pulling away to look at Jin. He looked tired, more so than usual, and defeated. Done, like there was nothing more that he could do.

“W...What do you mean?” you asked quietly.

“I mean, we should just drop it. It’s obvious that Yoongi-ah isn’t interested in...what we had anymore. So why even bother?” Even though he said it, he still didn’t look satisfied.

“So…” you pulled out of Jin’s embrace, meeting his confused gaze with a furrowed brow, “S-So just like that? It’s over? Oppa, this whole thing feels weird,” you hugged yourself, looking down at your worn sneakers, “It’s like we all b-broke up and I’m s-scared…Yoongi-oppa is obviously not okay, and we’re not okay,” Your voice raised slightly, looking back up at Jin desperately, “S-So don’t you think we should all talk about it?!”

“There’s nothing left to talk about!” Jin hissed, clearly trying not to raise his voice, “He’s made his stance very clear. He wants nothing to do with us.”

“That can't be true, he’s hurting-“

“-He left!” Jin shouted, making you flinch back. His face softened, taking a cautious step back towards you, taking one of your hands in his, “Jagi. He left. That should be enough for us to know that he doesn’t want this.” He gave your hand a squeeze, reaching up to brush away another tear that tracked down your cheek. “There’s nothing more we can do. I’m sorry, jagi.”

“But…” you choked on another sob, “B-But I miss him. Why doesn’t he f-feel the same?”

“Sweetheart,” Jin started slowly, his grip loosening a bit on your hand, “Do...do you have...feelings for him?”

You froze. Your whole body tensed, another tear falling loose from your eye.

You hadn’t even considered that. You hadn’t even thought that was a possibility, because-

“I’m in love with you,” you finally replied, meeting Jin’s concerned gaze, “S-Seokjinnie-oppa, I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, “But why is this bothering us...you,” your face scrunched at his correction, “So much? I-If you don’t have feelings. For Yoongi-ah.”

“I...Us?” you asked, tilting your head, “Oppa, have...have you been okay?”

“Yes?” He replied, quickly, but it came out as a question instead, then he laughed nervously, “Totally fine.”

“...Seokjin,” you murmured, “Do...Do you have feelings for Yoongi?”

“I…” Jin halted, looking from you to the floor, his face scrunching, “I...I don’t…”

Your ears began to ring. You felt yourself rip your hands from Jin’s grasp, hears him call your name in confusion. You quickly fled from the dorms, Jin’s desperate cry of your name drowned out by the late night traffic of Seoul.

Do you have feelings for him?

You were gasping for breath by the time you reached your apartment, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You leaned against your door, Jin’s conflicted face popping back into your head.

Do you have feelings for him?

You thought of the late nights the three of you spent together. You thought of Yoongi’s soft mouth, of Jin’s big hands, of the three of you so tangled together that you weren’t sure where any of you ended or began.

You wanted Jin. You wanted Yoongi. You wanted the both of them, you wanted all three of you together again.

Do you have feelings for him?

“Yes,” you choked out into the dull quiet of your apartment, tears streaming down your face as you slid down to the floor, “I love him.”

-xxx-

“Cheers!”

You half heartedly raised your beer with the rest of the table, watching over the rim with morbid curiosity as some of the stylist noonas downed their glasses of beer or knocked back a shot of soju.

Once a month, the female stylists of the Bangtan boys got together for dinner and drinks to catch up, relax, and talk shit. You were always invited, an honorary member of the team, and you always loved to hear the gossip within the company.

“Can you believe,” Jaehwa, Hoseok’s appointed makeup artist, bellowed, practically slamming her beer mug on the table, making you jump, “The audacity of him. ‘Jaehwa-noona, can you smudge this a little more?’ Did he go to cosmetology school for four years? No. I am the expert here. I’m going to smudge his ass into the dirt.”

“Do it,” Minjee, Jin’s makeup artist, encouraged from across the table, “Smudge him, unnie!”

“I’m gonna,” she said, taking another sip of beer, then sighing. “I’m not gonna. I love that boy too much. I love him like my own son. That bastard.”

You giggled behind your hand, picking up a piece of meat from the grill. Then Jaehwa tsked at you, grabbing your plate and piling up a few more things from the grill and a few side dishes.

“Eat, aegi! You’re so small. You’re still growing. Also don’t reach, let your unnies take care of you.”

“Thank you, Jaehwa-unnie,” you said sweetly.

“So tell us,” Youngmi, Taehyung’s stylist, spoke up, the whole table turning their attention to you, “How is everything going for the littlest, honorary member of our commune?”

“Is Seokjin treating you well?” Minjee asked, playing with her chopsticks, “If he’s treating you badly, I can always mess up and ‘accidentally’ poke him in the eye with my eyeliner.” She made a stabbing motion with her chopsticks, and Youngmi laughed.

“Damn, how many times have I done that to Taehyungie,” she took a sip of beer, smirking conspiratorially, “When he says something snarky, my wrist ‘slips’ and he knows not to cross me again.”

“I would say I could mess up his hair, but he does that on his own,” Sooyun, Jin’s hair stylist, scoffed, and you bowed apologetically.

“I’m still so sorry for that Sooyun-unnie,” you scratched your cheek, “I’m like 80 percent of his impulse control and I was with family that night. I yelled at him for like, an hour.”

“I appreciate your support and efforts.” Sooyun sighed, reaching to flip a piece of meat on the grill.

“But, um,” you squirmed a bit under their critical gazes, “Seokjinnie-oppa has been treating me well.”

“You seem like something is on your mind,” Jaehwa said, “Tell your unnies. This is a judgement-free zone.”

You looked around the table, all of the women patiently looking and waiting for you to spill. The sizzle of the grill and clicking of silverware against the table was the only thing that was heard. You gently placed your chopsticks down, and started fidgeting with your fingers.

“Um,” you began, clearing your throat before blurting, “Unnies, what do I do if I feel like I have feelings for another man?”

The table went silent, no noise except for the grill.

“...Aegi, do you not have feelings for Seokjin?” Jaehwa asked, gently resting her hand on your arm. You shook your head.

“No! No, I still love Seokjinnie-oppa more than anything. I would never break up with him. If anything, this is the closest I’ve ever felt to him.” You tilted your head, “But...he...the other guy,” you shrunk in on yourself, “He’s really sweet, and caring, and kind...he’s so funny, too. He leaves Jin-oppa and I in stitches half the time.” You smiled at the thought of hanging out with Yoongi and Jin, all the good times you had together, without the sex involved. “I really care about him, as a friend, and something more...b-but I’m really scared,” Jaehwa took your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, “Wh-What if Seokjin takes it the wrong way? I want to stay with him. But I also want to explore the growing feelings with the other man...it feels like so much more than just fleeting feelings.”

“Ah, to be young,” Minjee sighed wistfully, resting her chin in her palm. “I think that the best solution is to talk to Seokjin honestly and openly. As long as you’re honest, I think he will understand.” Minjee tilted her head, smiling sweetly, “Plus you two have been together for so long. I’m sure he’d do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

“He would be a whole ass idiot if he ever lost you,” Sooyun exclaimed, the table cheering their agreements, “Without you that boy probably would have shaved his head bald. 80 percent of his impulse control.”

“I agree with Minjee, for once in my life,” Jaehwa admitted, giving your hand another comforting squeeze, ignoring Minjee’s baffled look from across the table, “Talk with him, aegi. Tell him everything you told us. Everything will work out for you, in the end.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, then looked around the table with a grin, “Thank you, unnies. I appreciate you guys a lot.”

“Let’s do a round of soju!” Youngmi bellowed, the rest of the girls cheering in agreement. You joined them, laughing while your tiny shot glasses clinked together, the alcohol burning hot down your throat.

-xxx-

“So Namjoon, you’re not straight, right?”

Namjoon paused, looking up from his notebook to where Jin was sitting, pouring a packet of sugar into his green tea before reaching for the little bottle of honey the waitress left for them. Namjoon tilted his head, then straighten up when Jin put his chin in his hand, his gaze serious and calculating.

“Uh,” Namjoon blinked, scratching the back of his head. “I guess that’s a good way to put it, yeah.” He looked back at Jin, “Why, hyung?”

Jin was silent, stirring his tea as he stared at Namjoon contemplatively. He finally removed his spoon, placing it on the cute little plate and picking up his cup, taking a small sip.

“Jesus Christ that’s fucking hot,” Jin muttered under his breath, setting the cup down.

“Hyung.” Namjoon urged, and Jin sighed.

“Because I...need advice.” Jin admitted, “About possibly. Being not straight.”

“Oh?” Namjoon asked, “What’s going on?”

“So. As we know, I am deeply and madly in love with my girlfriend,” Jin began, “She literally put the stars in the sky and is like 60 percent of my impulse control-“

“I’d say 80 percent.”

“75 percent of my impulse control,” Jin corrected, “She’s beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, and sucks dick like a fucking champ.”

“Jin-hyung, I really don’t need to be hearing that,” Namjoon whined.

“The point is. I love her. I love her more than any other person on this earth. I would take a bullet for her, and also shoot bullets for her.” Jin took a shaky breath before continuing, “So why, after however many years of domestic bliss, why, is my brain giving me feelings for Yoongi?”

“Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon asked, “Really?”

“Namjoon, please. As much as I joke that I was your not-straight awakening, we both know it was actually Yoongi.”

“You can just say bisexual, hyung.” Namjoon muttered, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his cup of coffee.

“Anyways, how did you know?” Jin asked, “That you were. Not as straight as you initially thought.”

“Hm.” Namjoon hummed thoughtfully, “I don’t really know, hyung. I mean with Yoongi-hyung...we were together a lot. He was a little cold and gruff at first. We fought a lot. But the more we hung out, the more we got to know each other…” Namjoon shrugged helplessly, “Yoongi-hyung is an attractive guy, we both can’t deny that. But there’s something in the way he treats others when he cares about them.” Namjoon smiled fondly, “He started treating me carefully. Treating me to coffee and ice cream. ‘Let hyung take care of you’. Giving me critiques on my music, but nicer. Telling me that I was worth something when I felt like I was worthless.” Namjoon took another sip of coffee, before beaming proudly, “He was my first guy I ever kissed, did you know that? We kissed, and he did it so softly and carefully, like I would break. After that it was abundantly clear to the both of us that we liked each other as friends rather than something more, but. After that, I started noticing other guys. I kissed a few other guys, too. A few girls. Kissing girls is fun when you want something soft and cute and has curves in all the right places. Kissing guys is fun when you want something harder, with rougher edges.”

“But I don’t want to kiss other guys,” Jin admitted, “I just want to kiss Yoongi. I want to kiss him, and I want to keep kissing her.” He paused, “I want them to kiss each other too. Is that weird? Am I gross? I don’t want to ruin what I have with her. She’s so perfect, Namjoon, I want to be with her forever.”

“I don’t think you’re weird or gross, hyung.” Namjoon paused, “Well, you are weird and gross. But not for this.”

“Yah! Show some respect! I birthed you!”

“Anyways,” Namjoon continued, “It’s normal for people to have more than one partner, hyung. It’s called polyamory. And I think you just need to talk honestly and openly with your girlfriend about how you feel. I’m sure she’ll understand and listen with open ears.”

“...You’re right,” Jin sighed, “Thank you for listening to hyung. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking out cutely, “As long as we keep our promise of never having to hear or see you fuck. I’m fine with whatever. Just be careful.”

“Of course,” Jin nodded, then took another sip of tea, looking out the cafe window to watch a few people go by, while Namjoon continued to work on lyrics.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-hyung!”

“No,” Yoongi replied, going to close the door, but Taehyung stuck his foot in the way.

“You promised me you would hang out tonight and you will not deny me of this precious time.”

Yoongi glared at Taehyung through the crack in the door, who glared back before rustling a bag.

“I brought chicken wings and also Hoseokie-hyung.”

“Hallo!” Hoseok peeked from behind Taehyung’s shoulder, “I have beer!”

“...Fine.” Yoongi huffed, snatching the bag from Taehyung, “You’re lucky I’m hungry.”

“See I told you he’d only let me in if I brought you,” Taehyung muttered to Hoseok, and Yoongi rolled his eyes, sitting at his desk and placing the bag on it. Hoseok and Taehyung plopped down on the bed, Hoseok cracking open a beer while Taehyung took a sip from his already open bottle of strawberry juice.

“So how have things been?” Taehyung asked, Yoongi swiftly catching the can of beer Hoseok tossed his way, avoiding opening it for a moment while it’s contents settled.

“Taehyung, we see each other everyday. You know how I’ve been.”

“Ah, so absolutely horrible?” Taehyung asked, and Yoongi paused, looking at him with a furrowed brow. Taehyung gestured for the bag of chicken wings, and Yoongi mechanically obeyed, the two bodies on the bed grabbing some before handing the box back to Yoongi. “Don’t give me a look, hyung. You’re so easy to read sometimes you put Jiminie to shame.”

“Also your hair,” Hoseok piped up around a bite of chicken, “You’ve been using dry shampoo instead of actually showering, which you are prone to do when you’re in a depressive episode and since you found out what dry shampoo was.”

“It’s so fucking convenient,” Yoongi groaned, “It’s a shower in a can. Science is incredible.”

“Except it doesn’t replace a shower.” Taehyung urged, “When was the last time you did shower?”

“Obviously yesterday,” Hoseok said, pointing, “He was definitely using dry shampoo in the morning. Then we got too sweaty after practice. You can tell he went, there’s no grease or white residue.”

“My dry shampoo does not leave white residue and you are both full of shit,” Yoongi barked, “Why are you roasting me? I thought you wanted to hang out.”

“Hangouts include roasts, hyung,” Taehyung pointed out, “We roast you because we care.”

“You both suck and I hate you.” Yoongi mumbled, taking a long sip of beer.

“Eat more wings, hyung, you may start to like us better.” Hoseok teased, hanging the box back to him.

They spent a while like that, passing the box of chicken wings, chugging their beverages, telling stories of things that have happened throughout the week. On his second can of beer, Yoongi felt loose enough to finally address the elephant in the room.

“You came because you were worried, right,” Yoongi muttered to Taehyung, who looked up at him, taking the last sip of strawberry juice, “Because I’ve been having an ‘episode’, as Seok-ah so nicely put it.”

“Ah,” Taehyung slouched towards Yoongi, smiling, “Perhaps, I’m also easy to read.”

“I broke the sacred rule,” he sighed, “The sacred rule of being gay.”

“I thought you were bi?” Hoseok asked, but Yoongi waved him off.

“I fell for a straight dude.” Yoongi said, sighing heavily as Taehyung gasped dramatically. “Even worse, I fell for a straight dude who is taken. Worse than that?”

“How can this possibly get worse?” Taehyung wailed, and Yoongi smirked.

“I fell for his girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung cried, “Hyung, you bisexual disaster. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have knocked some sense into you before it was too late!”

“I think I was fucked from the beginning,” Yoongi contemplated, throwing his feet up on his desk. “From the moment I kissed her.”

“Wait, kissed?” Hoseok interrupted, “What the fuck, you kissed this dude’s girl behind his back?”

“What kind of idiot do you think I am?” Yoongi frowned as Hoseok and Taehyung opened their mouths, and he halted them, “Don’t answer that. It was all consensual. He watched me kiss her.”

“Y’all did what now?” Taehyung all but screeched, and Yoongi took another swing of his beer.

“So, I suppose I should start from the beginning.” Yoongi grabbed another chicken wing, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “Imagine this, if you will: you’re bisexual as fuck, and your two hot friends who are in a committed relationship invite you into the bedroom for what was supposed to be one,” Yoongi held up one finger, “one night of passion. What,” he firmly smacked his beer can onto his desk, “Pray tell, do you do?”

“Easy,” Taehyung replied, pointing a chicken wing at Yoongi, “Say yes and have an amazing threesome with my two hot friends.”

“Ding ding ding!” Yoongi chimed, “And that is exactly what I did. I got my dick wet, and it was nice, and we all parted ways amicably and that should have been the end. Right?!” he paused when he saw Hoseok’s face, which was confused as he took slow bites of his chicken wing, “Wrong. Absolutely wrong. My friends invited me back again. And again. And again.”

“Why didn’t you cut it off sooner, hyung?” Hoseok finally piped up, “It sounds like you could have saved yourself a lot of grief if you had left earlier.”

Because I love them, Yoongi thought, giving Hoseok a blank look, because it was the closest I could get to them. Because it meant I could touch them and not get in trouble. Because I wanted to be with them so bad, I was willing to hurt myself to do so.

“...Pussy too bomb.” is what Yoongi said instead.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung sighed, “Maybe you need to talk to them again. Get some closure. Tell them how you actually feel instead of sitting and stewing in it.” Taehyung began to clean up the remnants of their dinner, Yoongi helping mechanically.

“I agree with Taehyungie,” Hoseok said, moving in to give Yoongi a quick squeeze, “We like when you’re happy the best, hyung. Maybe just speaking to them will clear some things up for all of you, too!”

“Good luck!” Taehyung cooed, giving Yoongi a quick kiss on the temple, then the two of them left, leaving Yoongi alone in his room.

“...Talking, huh?” he sighed, downing the rest of his beer.

-xxx-

“Fuck.”

Your hands were shaking. You had knocked politely on Jin’s door, waiting for him to answer you. It had been a few days since you had seen each other, although you had both texted each other after you had fled Jin’s dorm, and decided that a little bit of space to think would benefit the both of you. You heard a bit of scrambling on the other side of the door, a thump, a low muttering, and then Jin was opening the door.

“My darling,” he all but wailed, clutching his chest, “My sweet angel. It’s been decades. I thought if I had to go one more day without seeing your beautiful face I would surely wither away to nothing!”

You blinked, then immediately wrapped yourself around him in a warm hug, sighing in relief when he returned the sentiment, giving you a tight squeeze.

“I missed you,” you sighed again, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god.”

“I love you,” Jin murmured, pressing sweet kisses into your hair, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You pulled away and hummed happily as Jin pressed your lips together sweetly. You both kept the kiss chaste and sweet, peck after peck as Jin dragged you into his room and closing the door. You both sat down on his bed, next to each other your hands laced together.

“So,” Jin began softly, playing with your fingers, “I’ve done a lot of thinking.”

“I did too,” you replied, then admitted, “I got some help from my unnies, too.”

“I got help from Namjoon,” Jin revealed, “Um, do you want to go first? Or should I?”

“Um,” you licked your lips, “If you don’t mind, I think I might lose my nerve if I don’t go first.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Jin encouraged you sweetly, and you took a deep breath, Jin giving your hands a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“Seokjinnie, I...Thinking about it these past few days,” you began softly, trying to will your voice to not shake, “I...I really did have...f-feelings…” you felt yourself shrinking, and your voice quieting down to an embarrassed mumble, “f...feelings for...Y-Yoongi-oppa…”  The two of you fell quiet, and then you panicked, your gaze shooting back up to Jin’s face, which looked thoroughly shocked. “N-Not that I lost any feelings for you! I still love you more than a-anyone else in the entire world!” Jin blinked rapidly, “I-I just...for some reason, I...I fell for...Yoongi-oppa, too…”

The two of you fell silent again. It didn’t feel stifled, or tense. You felt a little lighter finally putting your feelings out onto the table. Jin finally moved after a moment, letting out a huge breath of air.

“Ah, jagi, I love you,” he finally murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I love you more than anyone. Why are you so perfect?” He continued to press kisses all over your face, making you giggle, “You’re literally the most perfect human being in the entire world.”

“J-Jinnie-!” you attempted to turn your face away from his onslaught, and he pulled away, giving you a silly grin. “Wh-What are you even saying?”

“I love you,” he repeated, then, “I also have feelings for Yoongi-ah.”

You startled back, resting your hands on Jin’s shoulders. You met his gaze, a silly grin stretching his lips across his face.

“It’s so weird, isn’t it?” Jin asked, “From going to thinking you have feelings for one person to suddenly having feelings for another person. Is it gross that I want Yoongi-ah to kiss you and me?” You blinked rapidly, Jin resting his head on your shoulder with a burdened sigh, “I wanna kiss Yoongi so bad. I also want to kick his ass for making you cry.”

“I wanna kiss him too,” you murmured, your cheeks heating up at the mental image of Jin and Yoongi kissing, “I want you to kiss him, too. I want all of us to be together and happy.”

“Do you think Yoongi-ah will want the same thing, though?” Jin sighed, hugging you close to him and resting his head on your shoulder, “He really just...he just left. He just cut us off and walked away.”

“I still think Yoongi-oppa is hurting just as bad as we are, Seokjinnie,” you pouted thoughtfully, running your fingers through Jin’s silky soft hair, making him hum in appreciation, “You know that he’s kind of private. This might be something we have to all discuss together so we can come to an understanding.”

“...What if he doesn’t want us?” Jin asked quietly, his voice small and scared. “What...What if he just wants you?”

“I don’t think he would have called you ‘daddy’ so willingly if he wasn’t a little bit into you, Seokjinnie,” you pointed out, and Jin whined, hiding his face further into your neck. “Don’t worry! I’m sure he’ll want you, too. And if he just wants one of us, then we won’t accept him. That’s unfair to the other person.”

“Okay,” Jin pulled away from your neck, cupping your face in his hands, “Okay. Then, we’ll talk with him. We’ll get everything cleared up, and we’ll all talk together and figure something out that works for all three of us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, leaning in to press your lips together.

-xxx-

“Yoongi-ah.”

“No.”

Yoongi began to close the door to his room, but Jin shoved his foot in the way, not allowing him to close the door.

“Fuck!” Jin spat, pulling his foot away and clutching it, “Shit, that fucking hurt!”

“Seokjin! You’re only supposed to do that if you’re wearing a shoe!” You screeched, moving in to help him stand up, “Are you okay?”

“Okay bye,” Yoongi mumbled, trying to shut the door again, but this time you stepped in and smacked your palm against the door, forcing it to stay open.

“Min Yoongi, we’re here to talk!” You blurted, paused, then, “Please!”

“What is there left to talk about?” Yoongi groused, “I thought I told you both to leave me alone.”

“Yoongi!” Jin shouted, “Is this any way to treat me, Kim Seokjin, the man who raised you?”

“Hyung,” Yoongi grit out, “Leave. Please.”

“Nope, you’ll let us in, and we’re going to talk like adults.” Jin demanded, pushing the door open, making Yoongi stumble back, “Come on, my dear,” Jin ushered you inside, then closed the door shut. “Everyone sit.” You quickly followed Jin’s order, sitting on Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi sat in his desk chair, and Jin remained standing.

“So what do you two want?” Yoongi finally asked after a moment of awkward silence, “I thought I made my stance on this whole thing abundantly clear.”

“Well your stance is bullshit,” Jin blurted out, and you winced, watching Yoongi’s slightly irritated face morph into very irritated.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi seethed, and you quickly stood up as Jin opened his mouth, covering it with both your hands.

“Ah...What Jinnie was trying to say,” you made sure Jin wasn’t going to speak before putting your hands down and looking back over at Yoongi, who also decided to stand up, “Is that…w-we both think that maybe you made your choice a little too hastily.”

“And I told you before that I didn’t,” Yoongi snapped, “Now you’re just being annoying! What is wrong with the two of you?! We were never together! Why do you keep bothering me with something that was never supposed to matter?!”

“Because it matters now!” Jin roared, stepping forward and making you flinch back in fear, “Because we’re both in love with you, you fucking shit idiot!”

Before Yoongi or you could react, Jin stomped forward, grabbing Yoongi’s cheeks and pulling him into a bruising kiss, making Yoongi tense up. His eyes widened comically as Jin pressed them closer. Yoongi’s gaze frantically flicked over to you, but you were sure you were just as shocked. You had to admit that the view was nice and made your heart kick fondly. Yoongi’s hands looked small on Jin’s broad shoulders, and his cheeks looked puffier squeezed in between Jin’s big hands. Jin pulled away to meet Yoongi’s still wide gaze, letting out a snort of amusement.

“You look stupid,” Jin laughed, pulling him back in to press frantic kisses all over his face, “I hate you. You’re so fucking cute, and I want to kick your stupid ass.”

“Uh,” Yoongi finally spoke up, trying to turn his face away from Jin’s affectionate assault, “I-I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here-ah-!” Yoongi helped when Jin’s teeth sunk into his neck, “Uh, h-help-!”

“S-Seokjin,” you finally got your body in gear, stumbling over to break the two of them apart, “Uh. I’m. Jin?”

“Uh,” Jin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearing his throat, “Sorry. That’s not what how we wanted to handle this.”

“W-We do...like you though, Yoongi-oppa,” you said, your voice trembling, “We both realized that w-we both really like you. Th-That’s why we kept bothering you so much. It…” you tilted your head, trying to find the right words, “It felt so wrong without you there, oppa. We both missed you so much.” You reached out carefully, gently taking Yoongi’s hand in yours, giving him a nervous little smile. “S-So we...if you’ll have both of us…” you smiled wider when Jin reached out to take Yoongi’s other hand, “We’d really love for you to date us both.”

“...I…” Yoongi looked frantically between the two of you, his fingers trembling in your hand, “You...what?”

“We wanna date you!” Jin repeated, “You shit idiot!”

“Stop calling me a shit idiot, you fuck head!”

“Where do you two come up with these insults?” You murmured under your breath, using your free hand to cover Jin’s mouth again, “Yoongi-oppa. We’re being a hundred percent serious with this proposition. I-If you don’t have feelings for both of us, we understand, and we won’t bother you about this again. B-But we thought...maybe you felt the same…”

“What do you mean maybe?” Yoongi asked, “Is this a prank?”

“No! I just said we’re being a hundred percent serious!” You yelped indignantly, “We would never joke about something like this! This is serious!”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi mumbled, sinking down to a crouch, his hands still being held by you and Jin, “Oh my god, you’re both serious? Oh my god?” He laughed in disbelief, “What the fuck? What the fuck?”

“Y-Yoongi?” You asked, and Yoongi looked back up at the two of you, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his hands clutching both of yours tightly.

“You’re serious?” He asked, his voice a trembling whisper, “Y-You both? You both l-like me?”

“Yes,” Jin reaffirmed, kneeling down to meet Yoongi’s gaze, and you followed, the three of you kneeling in a weird circle on the ground, “We both really like you, Yoongi. Would you like to be our boyfriend?”

“God,” Yoongi choked out, freeing his hands so he could grab Jin’s face, pulling him in for a deep kiss, only breaking it to murmur “yes” before kissing him again. You jumped when Yoongi pulled from Jin and moved to you, pulling you in for a deep kiss as well. “Both of you, I want both of you. Please.”

“You have us,” Jin reassured him softly, moving in to wrap an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, nuzzling his face into his neck, “We’re all yours.”

“I love you,” Yoongi sighed against your lips, pulling you into a hug with one arm, then hugging Jin closer, “I love you both.”

-xxx-

“Oh my god.”

You giggled as Yoongi pulled away from Jin, his eyes widened as if he was caught doing something bad. His lips were a slicked cherry red, and Jin’s lips looked about the same.

“You guys really couldn’t wait, huh?” You asked, and Yoongi pouted, turning and pressing his lips back against Jin’s, humming happily as Jin’s hands roamed down his back.

“Sorry, kitten,” Jin smirked down at Yoongi’s pout, “Baby boy couldn’t wait.”

“Aw, needy, huh?” You cooed, climbing onto the bed and pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, smiling when he turned to meet your lips with his.

“M not needy,” Yoongi denied, and Jin rolled his eyes. “But if I don’t get fucked in the next five minutes, I may have a tantrum.”

“Wow, relatable content,” you turned to Jin, “I, too, want to get fucked.”

“I can’t fuck both of you,” Jin complained, folding his arms, “I only have one dick.”

“Hyung, please, we all know the solution to this problem,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, pulling away, “You fuck me, I fuck her. Simple.”

“Ah.” Jin hesitated, then, “But I-I’ve never…”

“Never had anal?” Yoongi asked, looking over to you, and you shrugged.

“We’ve tried it, but I didn’t really like it that much,” you admitted, “I think Seokjin-oppa’s trying to say he’s never fucked you.”

“Oh.” Yoongi tilted his head, “I guess you haven’t. It’s fine, I trust you.”

“Um, okay. I mean, I didn’t doubt that part. Uh. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Yoongi moved back in, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Jin let out a helpless moan, pressing his lips back against Yoongi’s. You watched eagerly as Jin easily dominated the kiss, sucking Yoongi’s bottom lip, making your thighs clench.

“Daddy,” You whined, leaning towards the two of them, Yoongi pulling away with a smirk as he watched Jin pull you in for a kiss as well.

“My needy babies,” Jin teased, “You wanna fuck kitten, baby boy?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi sighed, rutting his hips against Jin’s thigh, “Can I kiss her? Pretty please?”

“Of course you can,” Jin looked at you, then tilted his head towards Yoongi, “Go ahead, kitten. He was so polite when he asked.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Yoongi smirked when you finally turned to him, pressing your lips together, making you whimper as he quickly dominated the kiss.

You jumped when you felt one of Jin’s hands cup your breast, whimpering when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yoongi, take off her shirt,” Jin ordered, “I wanna see what kitten wore for us.”

Yoongi obeyed quickly, reaching over to pull off the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal a black lace bra, making Yoongi inhale sharply.

“Do you like it, oppa?” You asked, leaning in to rub your nose against Yoongi’s affectionately, giggling when he took your bottom lip between his teeth, “I wore it just for you~”

“Such a sweet kitten,” Jin praised, moving Yoongi out of his lap and getting off the bed, “Alright, everyone, clothes off.”

You scrambled to obey, tugging your leggings down and off, while Yoongi tugged his shirt off. Your eyes darted between the two of them, the more skin exposed, the more excited you got.

“Oh, kitten,” Jin turned to his nightstand, “Don’t you think this is a perfect time for your newest piece?” He turned and gave you a smirk, and you giggled, nodding excitedly.

“Can oppa put it on me?” You asked, looking over to Yoongi, who gave you a confused look.

“Of course. Yoongi-ah, c’mere.” Yoongi obeyed, moving towards the edge of the bed and peering over into the nightstand. “Will you do the honors?” Jin asked, holding up a new, sleek, black ruffled collar. The bell jingled softly as Yoongi took it from Jin, a long, shaky breath escaping his lips.

“This…” Yoongi licked his lips, looking at the tag before turning to you, “For me?”

“For you,” You reaffirmed, then settled on your knees in front of him, presenting your neck, “Please put it on? Oppa?”

“O...Okay…” he mumbled, turning to face you. You waited patiently as Yoongi struggled with the clasp, then carefully wrapped the collar around your neck. Jin reached in to move your hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“It looks great on you,” Jin praised, “Doesn’t it, Yoongi-ah?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed, reaching up to fiddle with the heart shaped tag that read ‘For Oppa ♡’, “You look amazing, baby girl.”

“Thank you, oppa,” you giggled, pushing the little bell on the collar to hear it jingle. “Daddy said that you would like this one the best.”

“Hm,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “Daddy knows me so well.”

You let out a pleased moan as Yoongi continued to kiss you, keeping things slow and sweet as he reached up to squeeze your breasts in his hands. He suddenly sat back, pulling you with him so you perched comfortably on his lap, grinding down on his straining erection trapped in his boxers. Yoongi let out a whine in the back of his throat, his hands moving to squeeze at your ass appreciatively. He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. He licked his lips before his gaze flickered downward, a hand moving to jingle the little bell on your collar. His eyelids drooped as he smirked, a shiver running down your spine.

“All for me,” he cooed, “Pretty little kitty. All dolled up for me.” His finger moved from the little bell to the back of the collar, hooking inside the little strap and pulling taut, your breath hitching violently as he suddenly restrained your airflow. Your hips jerked as you let out a helpless moan, your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s forearm as he pulled a little tighter. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Daddy?”

“So fucking gorgeous,” Jin agreed easily around a moan. “Fuck, you two look so beautiful together. My gorgeous angels, so perfect for me.”

You glanced over at Jin as best you could, another choked moan leaving you. He was still standing at the side of the bed, his hand rubbing over his dick as he watched Yoongi choke you with your collar. His eyes met yours, and he smirked, another shock of arousal shooting down your spine.

“Dah-Dad-dyyy,” you groaned, gasping for air. Yoongi let your collar go, and you inhaled greedily, your hips jerking restlessly as you rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi chuckled in your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “Daddy,” you called again, picking your head up as you reached for Jin, “Kiss, p-please-!”

“Mm, baby,” Jin groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, your tongues clashing and his teeth nipping playfully at your already bruised bottom lip. You heard Yoongi moan softly, then felt his hands move to start playing with your nipples again. “Kitten, do you want Yoongi-ah to eat you out?”

“Mm,” you looked back at Yoongi, who seemed to like the idea even more than you did, “Mhmm. Wanna feel his mouth, Daddy. Can I?”

“You both have been very good,” Jin praised, “So you both get a reward. Kitten, lay back on the bed and Yoongi, get on your knees for me.”

You both scrambled to obey, you flopping onto your back with a series of jingles from your collar, and Yoongi settling in between your legs with wide, eager eyes. Jin moved in behind Yoongi, hooking his chin over his shoulder and letting his gaze roam over your body.

“Baby boy,” Jin began, wrapping one arm around Yoongi’s waist, and his other arm reaching towards your panties, where he pulled the waistband back, then let it snap against your skin, “Why don’t you take everything off for our pretty little kitty, hm?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yoongi mumbled shyly, reaching for your bra first. You helped him unhook it and fling it off to the floor, then lifted your hips so he could tug down your panties. You bit your lip when Yoongi’s breath hitched, his eyes staring at where you were soaking wet with arousal. “She’s so wet…” he whispered, and Jin hummed in agreement. Your hips jumped as Jin’s fingers rubbed at your entrance, your legs spreading wider. Jin held his hand up, Yoongi letting out a pathetic little whine when Jin spread his fingers, your arousal stringing between them. Jin brought his fingers to Yoongi’s mouth, chuckling when Yoongi greedily took them in, sucking off your wetness eagerly with a pleased moan.

“Such a slutty little boy,” Jin teased, “You wanna taste her that badly?”

“Ye-ahhh,” Yoongi moaned around Jin’s fingers, your eyes following Jin’s free arm down, gasping when you saw him rubbing at Yoongi’s dick, the wet patch that had formed at the tip growing as Jin teased him.

“So eager for something in your mouth,” Jin cooed, “Pussy or cock, you don’t care. Isn’t that right? My slutty little baby boy.”

“Mm, m’your slut,” Yoongi slurred pulling Jin’s fingers out of his mouth with a pop, licking his lips and turning his head. Your core clenched as the two of them kissed, their tongues tangling easily. You fought back the urge to rub your clit as you watched them, biting your lip to muffle your moan. “Wanna eat her out. Can I? Wanna make her feel good.”

“Mm, go ahead,” Jin agreed, “Boxers off. You’re gonna have to keep your hips up for me so I can get you ready for me, okay?”

Yoongi nodded, tugging his boxers down and off, his cock an angry red, almost purple at the head, with a string of pre-cum dripping from his slit. You propped yourself up on your elbows as Yoongi spread your legs wider, bending down to lick a solid line up your pussy, making you yelp and immediately fall back into the sheets.

“Y-Yoongi-oppa-!” You gasped, arching your back as Yoongi buried his face in between your legs. You looked down, seeing Jin getting ready behind Yoongi with a bottle of lube. He met your gaze and gave you a smile, popping the lid open and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin called, patting Yoongi’s hip, “Stop me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Jus’ put ‘em in already!” Yoongi whined against your folds, making you squirm, “Please, Daddy, jus’ fuck me.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Jin scolded, but still gave Yoongi exactly what he wanted. As soon as Jin’s finger circled Yoongi’s entrance, Yoongi sucked harshly at your clit, making you wail in pleasure as he moaned against you.

“O-Oppa, fuh-fingers-!” You let out another cry as Yoongi obeyed, one finger slipping in easily.

“Ah, Yoongi-ah, I thought of something fun,” Jin’s voice suddenly entered your ears, and then you felt Yoongi move away from your pussy. You blinked your eyes open, seeing Yoongi being held back by his hair, his jaw dropped and his face scrunched in pleasure. “Since she can’t see, why don’t you tell baby girl everything that’s happening, hm? Aren’t you dying to know, kitten?” You moaned, nodding eagerly. “Baby boy, tell her what I’m doing.”

“H-He,” Yoongi gasped, his face scrunching up harder, “His f-finger...i-inside…!”

“C’mon now, you can do better than that,” Jin chastised fondly, “And don’t stop what you’re doing to her. Kitten’s being so good.”

“His finger,” Yoongi repeated, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze. You were sure you looked just as fucked out as he did, your hips bucking into Yoongi’s fingers eagerly, “H-He’s inside me...feels so good,” he moaned, “‘S wet...just like you…”

“Maybe one day you can help me with this part,” Jin said conversationally, looking down at you with a smirk, “Would you like that, kitten? Seeing oppa split open and drooling on your pretty little fingers?” You and Yoongi moaned loudly at the idea, your hips bucking against his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum,” you sobbed, “Can I cum, Daddy? P-Please let me-!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jin encouraged, and you snapped, a short, satisfying orgasm jolting through your body as Yoongi worked you through it. “One more finger and you should be ready for me, baby boy.”

Yoongi nodded, pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning happily around them as he thrust his hips back against Seokjin’s fingers. You pulled Yoongi closer, adjusting his stance over you so you could pull him in for a heated kiss. Your hand trailed down to rub playfully at Yoongi’s nipple, making him jerk and gasp.

“I-I’m ready,” Yoongi mumbled, throwing his head back as you began to suck hickeys onto his collarbone, “I’m ready, Daddy, please...Want your cock…”

You heard Jin’s fingers leave Yoongi with a slick noise. Yoongi bent down to press a kiss to your cheek, and then move himself again so his cock was pressed against your entrance.

“Go ahead, Yoongi-ah,” Jin murmured, and Yoongi entered you with a hiss. You threw your head back with a choked cry, the bell on your collar tinkling. You felt the bed jostle, then Yoongi was pressed fully against you, your arms easily wrapping around his neck so you could clutch at his back.

“Oh-!” Yoongi suddenly cried out, his shoulders hunching and his whole body shuddering. “Oh, oh, oh,” he clutched at your hips, and you looked up, seeing Jin towering over the both of you, his face scrunched up with pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so b-big, oh my-!” Yoongi arched his back, and you jolted as you felt the force of Jin’s cautious thrust push Yoongi deeper inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jin groaned, “What the fuck. Fuck, Yoongi, fuck-!”

It was overwhelming, really, seeing them both so fucked out. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were pretty sure you had never gotten this wet in your entire life. Yoongi was choking out little gasps and moans into your ear, his hips jerking back and forth, as if he couldn’t figure out which sensation he wanted more of. You felt yourself biting your lip to hold back your own whimpers, wanting to hear every single noise Jin and Yoongi had to make.

“Go,” Yoongi suddenly choked out, “Hyung, move.”

Jin obeyed, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward, making Yoongi thrust forward as well. You let out a choked cry, clutching tighter at Yoongi’s shoulder blades.

“M not gonna last,” Yoongi whimpered, “I-It’s too much, I-fuck-!”

“It’s okay,” Jin’s band brushed against yours as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, “It’s okay, Yoongi-ah, you can let go.”

“O-Oppa,” You whimpered, Yoongi’s hips thrusting into you a little quicker as Jin upped the pace, “F-Feels so g-good-!”

“My babies,” Jin cooed, smiling sweetly at you over Yoongi’s shoulder, “My perfect little sluts. A-Always so eager and ready t-to please, hm?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Yeah, all y-yours, Daddy. We’re yours!”

“I’m gonna cum,” Yoongi choked out, “I’m gonna cum, I’m g-gonna-!”

Yoongi clutched you close, his hips thrusting so he was buried inside you, and you let out a cry as you felt him fill you up. Jin brought his pace down to short little thrusts, barely moving as Yoongi came. Yoongi suddenly pulled away from you as best as he could, reaching down and rubbing at your clit in fast little circles, making you yelp and clutch at his shoulders.

“Wanna feel you,” Yoongi murmured, “Wanna feel you cum, angel.”

“Go ahead and cum for us, kitten,” Jin encouraged, and you obeyed, the knot in your tummy finally unraveling as you fell apart. You’re pretty sure you felt a couple tears squeeze out of your eyes, but you ignored it as you let the waves of your orgasm run their course.

“Jin-hyung,” Yoongi murmured, “You can keep going, I’m okay.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer anyway,” Jin admitted, thrusting forward into Yoongi, who hissed at the feeling.

“Fuck, you two look so good together,” you croaked out, giving Yoongi a soft smile when his eyes opened to look at you. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

“L-Love you too,” Yoongi murmured, reaching down to lace your fingers together, giving you a smile when you pulled your hand to your mouth, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles, “Love you both.”

Jin couldn’t reply, his voice cutting off into choked cries and moans as he came inside Yoongi. The three of you were quiet, save for your panting as you all caught your breath, and eventually you began to move away from each other.

Yoongi collapsed next to you on the bed, immediately cuddling into your side, sighing happily as his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Fuck I’m gonna be sore,” Yoongi complained, giving Jin a pout. “Who the fuck gave you such a big dick?”

“You weren’t complaining two minutes ago when it was inside you,” Jin retorted, coming in with a warm washcloth to clean you up, “In fact, you liked it, so you can be quiet.”

“Why are you two like this?” You whined, “Why can’t we ever just have a nice, calm, post-coital cuddle without bickering?”

“He started it,” Jin pouted, gesturing at Yoongi. Yoongi frowned, but then Jin moved in with another washcloth and began to clean up Yoongi as well, who allowed it, then gave Jin an affectionate kiss when he was done.

“Thank you, hyung,” Yoongi murmured, curling back into your side. You smiled, tilting your cheek to Jin’s mouth so he could pop a sweet kiss there.

“Thank you, Seokjinnie-oppa,” you cooed, and Jin smiled, reaching to help you take off your collar.

“Of course, kitten,” he replied, then wandered over to his drawer, pulling out a couple pairs of boxers and an oversized t-shirt for you. The three of you dressed quietly, then Jin squished into the bed, pressing you tightly in between the two of them.

“Okay everyone go to sleep, that was exhausting,” Jin ordered, “I love you both more than all the stars in the sky.”

“Gaaay,” Yoongi called over your shoulder, making you giggle into Jin’s chest.

“Yes, my feelings for you are very gay, Yoongi, we’ve been over this.”

“I love you both too,” you cut them off before they could bicker again, “I love you both to the moon and back.”

“Do I have to come up with one, too?” Yoongi muttered, “Ugh, fine. I love you both more than I love being asleep.” You gasped softly, turning to look at Yoongi.

“Oh my god, I’m honored,” you leaned to press a soft kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, and Jin reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand and give it a squeeze.

“I am too, Yoongi-ah, that is unprecedented.”

“Both of you shut up and go to sleep before I take it back.” Yoongi threatened, and you giggled, pulling both of them closer to you and snuggling them affectionately.

“Okay, good night, love you.” You chirped, your two boyfriends returning the sentiment before you all fell into a peaceful slumber.

Dear Google Docs,

I think I've loved Jungkook since I was fifteen. Over the last five years, I've fallen in and out if love with him, but I've always loved him nonetheless. Maybe I don't really know what being in love is. Maybe it was because of his admiration of me and feeling appreciated made me care for him more than I truly did. I guess I'll never really know.

I'm here because I didn't really know what else to do. I've always enjoyed writing and that's even how I met him. Through a writing outlet on Facebook back then. He was beautiful. One of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen and maybe that's where the initial lust came into play, but was that all it was? I hope not. He made me happy then. He made me confident in a way I'd never admit. Never to him. He had to have known about one of my crushes on him to a point. I wasn't exactly subtle at my young age.

Jungkook had this terrible habit of disappearing and playing it off as if nothing had ever happened. Acting as if he wasn't gone for three months as we were getting older. I've always had this terrible and irrational fear that everything would be over sooner than expected. Wasting days wasn't something I enjoy and it rather irritated me.

He told me he was lonely today and wanted to feel love. So I told him I loved him. I really did, but he didn't know how I meant it I guess. It went like this; “I think I'm lonely.” “I love you.” “I know you do, but it's not the love I need.” “What?” “You love me in a friend way, I need something more.” I was silent.

When he was telling me about his feelings today, it was the first time in years. Jungkook was a private guy and he always liked to keep it that way. After we spoke about the love thing, he told my friend Maeve and I why his ex-girlfriend broke up with him. They’d always been on and off because I’d heard she was a little bit crazy. Kook said that she approached him about a week ago and said that she knew nothing about him. So he told her to come over one night and they could sit up and talk about his life. His feelings. Then after he told her everything, she broke up with him on that spot. She said he was depressed and she didn’t need to be around that.

He claimed that he wasn’t depressed and she was spitting shit, but who was I to know? As much as I knew about him, it was really not too much. He was a private person. I only knew what he wanted me to know. When I was younger my mouth ran a lot and thus he knew- everything. I was open when it came to him and just couldn’t hide shit. He was always there for my whether it be through skype, xbox, or a phone call.

I've been thinking about that moment all day and that's why I'm here. I cracked and needed somewhere to vent to. As much as I enjoy a paper and pen, Google docs was more accessible to my venting needs. How do I explain to a pen and paper that I love a boy I've only met once in person? I guess the same way I do it here, but a little less pathetic. Nobody could ever find this unless I sent it to them, so I'm safe.

After writing down how I felt, I felt even stupider than I had without doing it. I sighed as I closed my laptop, pushing it off to the side of my bed. I grabbed my Xbox controller and it looked like Jungkook was still online playing Sea of Thieves. We’d been playing earlier all together, but I’d gotten off because I hit a point where I couldn’t contain myself around him. I had this constant fear that I’d say something stupid that would scare him off and the thing that sucked was that he had the same fear. Any form of feelings he could spit out, he kept bottled up.

I grabbed my controller and then my headset, plugging the wire into the prior. I hovered his gamertag for a moment. “JEONKOOKIE”  and hit X, inviting him. It took a moment but he joined into the silence. He never said anything when he joined  party, always waiting for the other to say it.

“Hey.” I lead, coughing after I spoke.

“You hoppin’ on? I’ll invite you.” He had this slight excitement in his voice that made saying no so hard, but I didn’t want to sit here sitting in my own feelings with his voice telling me to raise the sails.

“No, no. I just-” I cleared my throat and he made a small eh noise. I was starting to get flustered just by speaking to him. “I just wanted to tell you that you deserve the world. Even if you have to give it to yourself, you know? Unless you-”

“I know.” he was monotone, but I knew he wasn’t annoyed with me. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Unless yo-”

“I love you, you know that? You’re important to me.” he let out a small chuckled after he spoke and my face burned hot. “What were you saying? Sorry to cut you off.”

“Nothing.” I responded. All I wanted to say was unless you wanted me to give it to you, but that was it. My momentary confidence was gone. Ah fuck. “I’m gonna go.” Without listening for his response, I left the party and threw my controller across the room. All I did was fuck up when it came to him, but it didn’t really matter. Soon we’d go back to not talking constantly and I’d be sad for a week or so, then the feelings would fade away. I knew this for a fact, so why did I constantly fall in love with him? Fuck if I knew.

--

“We should meet up again sometime soon.” He’d said a few days later. The party was silent as it was just the two of us and sometimes it got like that. I didn't particularly like it, but I sat through it in hopes that I could say something to spark a conversation. “I had fun with you guys last time.”

I was on a road trip with Maeve and our other friend Jin, going to see our friend Yoongi for the weekend. We stopped at a rest stop and as we pulled in, I recognized it as the town Jungkook lived in. Naturally, we went to his job to surprise him. Imagine your internet friends showing up during your shitty work day? We thought it would be nice too. Jin had called out his name and we couldn't find him, so we left and decided to call his phone this time.

He didn't pick up, so Jin wrote in the group chat and it turned out he called out of work. Jungkook always had this habit of pushing people off if they came near him, but not this time. He came and met up with us. We waited in Maeve car and I was anxious. I really was. What if he wasn't as excited as me? What if our awkward silences transitioned to real life? My heart stopped as I looked around the parking lot and spotted him. As my obnoxious self would, I honked the moment he stepped into his car and I never thought a smile could make my heart drop.

Jin ran out of the car and the two hugged for a good while, as you do. Other than Maeve, our whole friend group lived around the country from each other. We only got to see each other if we traveled and it was nice to say the least. After Jin had picked him up and spun him with a laugh, Jungkook pulled away and turned his attention towards me. He had this big goofy smile on as his arms snaked around my frame and held me tight. I’d had dreams about this moment and for it to be coming true was eye opening.

I'd always figured Jungkook was someone that took good selfies and was kind of cute in person. He was the most attractive guy that I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. As we sat around eating lunch, Maeve couldn't stop herself from texting me about how fucking hot he was and I just nodded.

“Yeah, that'd be fun. It's just a little far.” I played it off as if him wanting to see me wasn't music to my ears.

“We can meet halfway if you wanna. Six Flags is between us.” I could hear hear him smiling as he dropped anchor in our game. “We could have a fun day there.”

“Are you going on the vacation this Summer? Everyone is going to Namjoon’s to meet his daughter.”

“It's a bit of a stretch, but we could drive down together.”

“It's a twelve hour drive.”

“I like driving.”

“I like- driving. I like driving.” Real smooth. “So you're going to drive here and then we can drive there?”

“Looks like that's the plan, lovely.”

--

Dear Google Docs,

I really think I love him this time. We're driving together to the dumb squad vacation I didn't really want to go on. Being the only girl with them gets to be a little much. Yes, Emma was gonna be there and Claire as well, but ones a baby and the other doesn't like me too much. Emma was always uneasy with me, even if I haven't even met Namjoon in person. She seems sweet, I'll never hold her to the jealousy she felt for me.

So far out of the seven of them, I’d met Jin, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Jimin in person. I'd taken vacations with Jin and Yoongi. I had lunch with Jungkook and I’d spent five minutes with Jimin. It turned out the two of us were at the same anime convention and neither of us knew all weekend until the last day. He’d found the hall I was in and came to give me a big hug and took a selfie with me. It was a little awkward, but it was cute.

Back to the problem at hand. I think I'm going to need to get a second job up until we go away in two months. I need new everything to wear there, especially since we were going to be at a beach. I had to work out and shop, which means  more money than I’m making for a little bit. I guess I'll to job hunting tomorrow before I go to my job now. I hope it's worth it.

--

“Where have you been, Y/N?” Jungkook asked about two weeks later when we finally caught each other on Xbox. He worked the hours of my normal job, so we used to be able to play together right when we got home. Now, after that job I went straight to the night job and didn't get home until his Overwatch team started their nightly skrims. It meant absolutely no time to play with him, but that was alright. It was bound to happen anyways.

“Working a lot, you know me.” I laughed it off and opened up my game. “You ready?”

“Oh, I’ve been ready, baby.”

--

Dear Google Docs,

Today when I opened my group chat I saw a message from Jimin that said I was all talk. I wasn't too sure what I meant, but I knew the group chat with seven tight knit guys and myself wasn't the place to ask. So, when I got on Xbox with Jungkook I did and he said it was because I was a flirt. He went on to say that I've always been like this and mentioned I'd been flirting with him lately. Was I obvious?

We started the conversation as we both set Sea of Thieves to update, but it’s a big patch. He came back for a moment after getting a phone call and said he was going to take a shower. On one hand I hope he forgets about this conversation, but on the other I want to know where this talk could go. So, I’m writing this while waiting to come back.

I also realized I have another fear. What if when we get bored of this game, we go back to not talking as much? I guess I’d really have to wait to find out.

I closed google docs and instead of my laptop, I ended up scrolling through all of my social media as I waited. My anxiety wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I was still a little bit nervous. Also angry. And cold. Fuck. I heard his headset unmute and a quick breath. Luckily, he forgot.

“You know,” he cleared his throat a few minutes later as we sat on the ship, waiting out a storm that would definitely destroy our small ship. “I kinda like the attention you've been giving to me.” I knew he'd been lonely, especially since his ex. “It feels nice.”

“I wish I spoke to you more.” I admitted. “I just always feel like I'm annoying you.”

“You don't annoy me- Just your choices sometimes do.” he muttered, “You never annoy me.”

“The last really annoying thing I did was two years ago.” I responded, dwelling on my poor boy choices. The boys had introduced me to this boy named Kihyun who definitely admired them. In the Facebook writing community they were basically idolized and I just kind of faded along. I'd fallen quickly for Kihyun. He liked me a lot too, I thought. He lived fairly close to me and we even met up twice. He was my first kiss.

It turned out he'd been using me to get to my friends, or so we figured. He had this big thing where he didn't want to date me and played it off. The guys constantly asked if he was talking to other girls and he denied it, but we later found out he was. I see his name pop up sometimes and this little part of me wants to message him and apologize even though I probably didn't do anything wrong. It was a filler arc that went on for too long. Sometimes I still got upset about it and confided in Jin for some reason. Everytime he kind of made me feel bad about it and I got over it quick enough. “He was in my dream last night.” I finished.

“Ew, ugh, don't mention him.” Jungkook scoffed, a disgusted tone to his voice.

“Don't you talk to him? He fucking sucks your d-”

“Just drop it.”

--

Dear Google Docs,

Today I realized how different Jungkook had become after her. He gets angry easier. She texted him while we were talking yesterday and I could hear his attitude sinking. She wanted him to look for a makeup brush she thought she left there and he asked to know what it looked like. She got mad that he “never can do anything she asks” and he just got angry. He swore every minute and just bitched and bitched.  I felt bad, but what could I do? He got off right after that.

I'm worried.

--

I woke up at a good morning text today from Jungkook. It had a heart next to it and I couldn’t help but to find myself blushing at the thought that he thought of me. I’d gotten messages like this from him before, but it almost felt different. Whenever we went through our periods of talking he as like this. Maybe it was because he knew I thought that I annoyed him all of the time and he did this to ease me.

--

Dear Google Docs,

I think this document is so important to me because it's mine. Normally I'll vent on my private social medias, but my friends still can see my posts along with people I've never spoken to that may follow me. I was always fine with that, but I've felt kind of embarrassed about this Jungkook issue. Was it just in my head? Any friend I've spoken about this with thinks he has feelings to me but they don't- well, know him.

Kookie likes to fuck around. He was one of the sweetest guys I knew but he loved attention and loved being able to say he had someone wrapped around his fingertips. Kinda fucked up. It seems he was a little different now after her. To my knowledge, he wasn't truly about that anymore, but what did I know?

--

We haven't truly spoke in days at this point. Between us both working and whatever was going on with him it was rare that we even exchanged messages. It wasn't exactly hurting me, but more so leaving me in a state of confusion. Did he care the way I did or were they pity messages? All I knew was that I needed my anxiety to stop fucking around with me and let me continue normally. I didn't need this cloud surrounding me and bringing me down. I just had to work and focus.

--

I’d woken up to a message from him this morning that read, “Summer is only a month away.” It was sent at 4:33 in the morning. Why was he thinking about that so early? I went to work and the message didn't leave my head. I’d forgotten to respond to him in my rush and got another message an hour later that read, “I’ll plan everything, don’t worry. I’ll pick you up and it’ll be smooth sailing, baby.” Yeah. Real smooth.

--

Dear Google Docs,

He messaged me “You know what man. You haven't asked me to be a pirate in a while. I'm starting to feel some type of way.”  What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I asked 2 days ago and his replies have been scarce so I decided I shouldn't ask anymore. I didn't want to be annoying and I told him that. His response was “Never. I always want you to annoy me about being a pirate.” My heart fluttered, but I couldn't bring myself to respond with something cute so instead I said “Are you sure?” What a fucking idiot.

--

“I'm glad we have this game.” Jungkook sounded like he was smiling a week before we went away at 1 am. “I always wanna play with you but-”

“But?” I could feel my voice slipping as my eye drooped. I was exhausted, but I couldn't turn down an invite from him.

“You just play shitty games, Y/N.” he laughed hearing my breath stop for a second. I was so tired I couldn't even think of a retort in the moment. “Turn a little more west.”

I listened as I steered the ship while he basically did everything else. “I can't believe I have to drive for 12 hours in a week.” I sighed, dreading the journey. The longest car ride I'd been on was 9 hours and I hadn't even been the one driving.

“But you'll have me.” he basically sang. I was caught off guard by the cuteness of it and cleared my throat. “Back and forth, you'll have me.”

“Are you gonna talk to me though?” I joked with him. “You can't leave me on read or unopened if we're both in the car.”

“Well, we won't be texting, first off.” he almost sounded offended but, I think it was fake. “Maybe I'll be breathless if I stare at you for too long, gorgeous, but that's it. The only thing keeping us from talking.”

“Shut up.”

--

I'm leaving tomorrow for this vacation. I quit my second job, I bought clothes, and I'm excited. Being with all of my close friends for a week sounds like the break I deserve. So, I decided the best way to spend my night was to play some good ole Xbox. Jungkook happened to be on, but his attitude was different. He was normal Kook, but he just kinda kept yelling and was getting frustrated easier than normal. Nothing too serious, but he was being an ass.

“Why are you so mean today?”

“She came over yesterday and slept over and had sex with me so I'm kinda heartbroken.”

“Ah.”

“You know, even though I'm not enjoying my day, I'm enjoying my time with you.”

“Heart heart.”

“Heart heart.”

--

Dear Google Docs,

I don't think I can love him the way I want to.

In my eyes I’ve always been able to classify people in two categories: those who dared to live their life at their fullest and those who simply were too afraid to step out of their comfort zone to do so. However, even if I myself viewed life this way it didn’t prevent me from being classified in the latter group, for various reasons I don't dare to confront.

Those kind of people who simply follow the tide paved by society, those who blindly believe what they were made to believe is good for them, those who won’t ever wonder if there’s something beyond what they’re told to do... I like believing I'm not one of them.

If somebody asked me how to describe myself I wouldn’t really know where to begin.

Actually, that’s a straight out lie, I perfectly know who I consider myself to be, it's just that my opinion on myself is not socially acceptable. Or rather unhealthy , I'd say?

"You must smile, be positive and accept your flaws!" is what everyone preaches from behind a filter, a flawless make up technique and a superiority complex. Meanwhile, even if I tried and blend with the rest with a fakery mask on, the truth is still floating in the back of my mind, like a seed of discord waiting to be watered by negativity and self-doubt.

The truth is that I’m a coward. Such a big coward that I prevented myself from growing because of it. 

What is that? I don't know. I keep it caged in the back of my mind. It's not something I am willing to change. You should just ignore it, like I do. That way I can keep living.

This is how I begun my daily reflections as I let myself fall on my bed like a dead body, exhausted from yet another day of endless college classes and a flooded whatsapp group that made me wonder if it was even possible to feel more unattached to my friends, or any other human being for that matter.

Still, I had to push myself a bit further if I didn't want my existence to be forgotten. I couldn't let myself give in to my hermit tendencies.

I unlocked the phone. “Why do we always spend weeks without talking and then we suddenly have texting fits?” I reprimanded to no one in particular. After all I was living alone in an apartment by myself. Sounds fancy right? Not really, the smallest flat one could ever conceive.

Still, if it meant me being able to be alone it was more than enough for me. I was secretly thankful that my parents didn't oppose to the idea of me not having a flat mate. Not that they would like me being so antisocial.

The mobile phone's light blinded me a bit amidst the dark room. The group bombarding me with messages was the one that I shared with my closest friends.

My eyes quickly skimmed over the hundreds of messages. 

Break-up, was the key word that caused such a ruckus.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I ran to get my bag. 

Me and the girls were to meet up in the usual cafe, we would often go there to hang out from time to time when we managed to make our schedules match. I really liked that coffeplace. It was the perfect mixture of old and modern, isolated it was located in an alley next to a main street, bearing the perfect balance between noisy and quiet, modern and outdated. 

I took a glimpse of them sitting in the furthest table from the entrance, our usual spot, with their respective favorite mixes of coffee and my usual Frapuccino waiting for me on the table, rather seducing me to quicken my pace towards them.

As I was approaching something actually put me out of the food craving trance I was in. Kara’s expression was a mix of “Oh, (Y/N) you’re gonna hate us”, and “I’m so sorry, we are doing this to you, but we are”.

Reflexively, I frowned as I sat in the seat reserved for me. “...So, what’s up? Please don’t scare me...”.

They both cracked a smile as if I had just nailed something, pity in Kara’s eyes, as she tended to be a very empathetic person. That was reason enough to make my mental emergency alarms go off.

Mira's expression went stern again. What the heck was going on? “...I’m just gonna be direct (Y/N)… I’ve broken with my boyfriend already...”.

Oh, Ape, Mira’s boyfriend. That’s actually how me and Kara called that guy, derogatorily. Nickname well deserved, he was a brainless man that had cheated on Mira more than once and who we wanted to punch fervently. Still, she seemed pained.

“Why now, after so much time after the cheating happened?” I asked sincerely.

“I may hold affection for him, but there's no love anymore since that happened. I guess now I’m finally free”.

As we pulled each other in a hug, we kept on pressing the issue to get her to vent the most she could to forget the bastard.

“Actually… It may seem too soon, but if I’ve been able to call this relationship off it’s because I am interested in a guy” Mira murmured hesitantly as if she were afraid to seem too shallow.

“I was hoping you’d help me by going to a...” tension built up while Mira stopped to breathe deeply, squinting her eyes she quickly muttered “...group date”.

OH. Okay, it makes sense that they’d plan to carefully throw this bomb to me, since it’s obvious that I’d say no, because hell NO. These kind of social conventions were the epitome of my social anxiety triggering situations. I mean, imagine the pressure of being set up with a guy you don’t even know, who won’t want you to be his pair and having to interact with a dude forced to talk to you for the whole afternoon. Oh, yes it sounds like a dream come true!  I'm sure it won't be awkward at all and I won't want to flee and curl up like a worm into a safe position into the safety of my house! It sounded like a great idea, right?  And---

“Wait (Y/N), I know what you’re thinking, but it isn’t necessarily a triple date, it’s just us and his friends hanging out to have fun, and me trying to get closer to him while we are at it!”

"Well, there will also be as many guys as us girls, but hey, that doesn't mean anything!" snickered Kara.

“...That actually sounds reasonable… But--” I stopped as Kara actually made a pleading look to me. I had to be more reasonable. Mira had gone through a lot because of that Ape, and we didn’t want to see her like that ever again. Going could even help us see if this new guy was a threat Mira couldn’t spy, like it usually happened to her, since she tended to be too naive. Yes, maybe it was time to be less selfish and act for the sake of my friend.

Therefore, I ended up accepting and suspiciously being told the place and the date when it was happening, as if they had been planning it all along even before I accepted.

Will they were both very excited I had a gut feeling that something was gonna go really wrong.

It’s not a date, relax, understood? Understood. There is NO pressure, I don’t need to pretend to be more talkative and friendly than I am, understood? Understood. I’m just going there to make new friends and help my own, understood? Understood. Okay, then, WHY AM I STILL FREAKING OUT.

As you can probably guess I’m not a really a... people person, to put it lightly. 

If there’s something that bothers me is the awkwardness associated to meeting new people. And not only because of my deficient social skills, but the weirdness of the situation itself. The shortest silence makes my brain freak out trying to find a topic that is smart enough to stop the excruciating silence, most of the time failing and not being able to join in the conversation. It's not nice, feeling out of place.

I’d just say I’ve learnt out of trial and error that the wisest course of action is to stay out of this situations the most I can. Maybe that’s the reason why I don’t have many friends. Or maybe the reason is because I’m plainly a strange and awkward person, who knows?

Who’d say that as a college student I’d keep having the same issues as I had when I went to elementary school?

The reflection was worthy, however, the time to leave was approaching. I had already been dressed hours ago and now I was getting urges to either change my whole outfit or just pick the phone and make a shitty excuse to not go altogether.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn’t choose anything special, just a casual outfit that I’d wear normally but that fit me and made me feel a little bit more safer and confident. The urges kept coming harder and the uneasiness growing steadily as I encouraged myself to just ignore them and crack the door open.

When I finally were approaching my all too familiar cafe, I got angry with Mira for making all of us meet there. I would probably always remember this awkward encounter everytime I went there again.

The door's bell tingled as if it was a sign that I could no longer back down from this. I noticed the usual excited salutation from Mira on our usual table, Kara timidly smiling on her right side and a guy who I suspected was Mira's interest on her left.

He gave off a warm and approachable vibe, with a smile so broad that I could tell right away why she was became interested in him in the first place. 

His name was Namjoon and despite my inherent nervousness he was able to make me feel  a bit more at peace as he hugged me in a brotherly hug after introducing himself.

"Oh, nice to meet you, my name is (Y/N)" I managed to blurt out thanks to being a bit calmer.

"You know, we were just talking about you" Namjoon said jokingly still with a soothing smile that pinpointed why Mira had her eyes on him. The guy gave off a warm vibe, that of an understanding person.

"Oh no, what did you tell him Mira!" my cool went out the window, my impulsiveness striking yet again.

"Oh Namjoon you're such a snitch!!" Mira exclaimed."We were talking about how late you always are..." 

"... and how we - as foster mothers - will have to keep you on a leash to keep you from running away" Kara finished with a smile.

I could feel my cheeks grow redder by the second as I understood they exposed my more than obvious uneasiness in social situation. Maybe explaining why Namjoon so friendly? 

"If my mothers have to be such a snitches maybe I should change families" I said as I averted my eyes and sat on a chair between Namjoon and Kara.

"...well, if it makes you feel any better at least you dared to come here. Jungkook-ah on the other hand blatantly refused to" said Namjoon with a disappointed look while I took a mental note to pat this guy’s head if I ever met him.

"And this other was just too lazy to come and that other one was just too busy cooking... well let's say that the ones we are missing are the leftovers. Expect them to be 2 hours late." 

“...Wow, okay… I guess now we’re genuinely intrigued” we muttered in unison.

The conversation fluently went back and forth. And all throughout it I became aware of the amazing people skill the guy had. He knew perfectly how to joke around without awakening further than necessary my anxiety, nor did he try to make me ‘more outgoing’ like some people would try to do as soon as they'd realize how shy I am. Honestly, he was an interesting guy to talk to, specially how he managed to make me feel comfortable.

At some point, probably after almost an hour, just as Namjoon predicted, the bell rang muffled by the complainings of a pair of boys, which I supposed were the special cookies.

My heart raced at the thought, in a mix of expectancy and anxiety to meet them.

"I told you we should have used google maps!!"complained the shorter and blond one to his tag along.

"Aigo, shut up already, you were as lost as I was" answered with little guilt the other one, with a hint of a strikingly lower voice than the first.

The blond, despite his complaints, left me in awe with how flawless his complexion was. He had plump lips and enviable fair skin, that suddenly drove me self-aware of my own skin, rougher in comparison to his.

This one walked in front of his taller and deep-voiced friend, whom had a white cap that covered his face as he lazily approached the table.

"Hyung! It was Jimin-ah’s fault all along, you know how he's always a trillion years late when he goes to the bathroom" the white-cap guy told Namjoon with a hint of real annoyance in his joking overall tone.

Namjoon facepalmed at the situation.

"AH! What are you saying in front of them!" The blond guy apparently named Jimin whined.

Probably Namjoon’s statement reminded white-cap guy of our existence, since he let out a subtle “oh” as he turned his head in our direction, letting me finally see his face. “Oh, hello” he faintly smiled to us as he seemed to realize he had made a fool out of his friend.

His dark strands of hair messily peeked from under his cap covering his thick eyebrows, and despite his low voice I wouldn’t have been able to decide whether he had a childish face or a manly one. Somehow his smile stirred a certain uneasiness on my gut that not even I understood.

"Hey! My name is Mira, and I'm Namjoon's friend from uni" she started quickly with her trademark presentation. Always a spotless smile in her face. I was always amazed by how she and Kara managed to look so lovely and draw a flawless smile on their lips with little to no effort. 

The nagging uneasiness kept on creeping, growing stronger every passing second as I watched everyone introducing themselves to the newcomers. I had no intention of being the one going next, but at one point it would be my turn right? 

By the time Kara had already started her warm welcoming it was a countdown to me pulling myself together and acting like a normal human being.

Both Jimin and cap-guy looked as if they were from a different whole different dimension from me, even I couldn't avoid noticing how Mira and Kara measured up to those stylish guys. That realization only made me more displeased with the situation. It was a given that I would look out of place.

I could hear a faraway "Nice to meet you too" coming from the newcomers mouths. That was a signal that I was out of time and all the rushing thoughts came to a halt.

By the time they were already finished and it was my turn I had realized I had to pull myself together and stood up from my seat like the others, adrenaline rushing through my whole being. The nagging uneasiness never leaving. It was always better to ignore it in such situations since trying to address the elephant took more time than the few seconds I had left.

I was ready to mask my inner turmoil with a smile, the less crooked possible, when Namjoon grabbed me by my shoulders, and I could swear that for a millisecond his expression was trying to reassure me. He directed me towards the guys and joked again "Aaand this is my new friend (Y/N)."

At any other time I'd have had time to question why was he already calling me a friend despite just having met, but I was already mentally occupied with enough things as I got shoved in front of cap-guy.

Our eyes locked immediately. His pupils were the first thing mine could find as if Namjoon had purposely planned it that way. I was captured by the guy's eyes, fixated for a few seconds they were the only thing I could look at. As if I couldn’t fight how much his eyes pulled me in. His gaze seemed to dig a hole into my soul and back, yet for some reason I wanted to keep on looking at them regardless of my surroundings. 

"Nice to meet you, my name's Taehyung!" his bubbly words, unfitting the mysterious vibes that I had been getting from his glance, burst the bubble that surrounded us. Or maybe that surrounded only me? Was it my imagination?

“What? I can’t be proud of my work? Well I hope you know that this piece of art is buying you access to dinner so you should be thankful!” You always loved it when Jin would get like this. You knew better though, and knew that you had to make sure he knew you appreciated him.

“Thank you Jinnie.” You cooed, wrapping your arm around his, slightly shaking it to make him look over at you. When he finally did you flashed him a smile and he couldn’t help but mirror it.

The hostess then directed you and Jin to your table. Neither of you bothered sitting down and just thanked her for taking you to your table and ventured off to the buffet. Your stomach was practically roaring at the aroma of food filling the air.

“Yah!” Jin exclaimed, grabbing a plate and staring at the food lined up on the counters. From steak to pizza -- this buffet was quite different than the ones you and Jin went to on the daily. You walked over to the steak cutting station and asked for a slice, your mouth watering at the sight of the slightly pink meat.

After making a round through the buffet, your plate was decently full. It was enough to keep you happy and you turned around to see Jin trying to get the woman who was in charge of handing out crab legs to put more on his plate. You laughed to yourself and shook your head as you headed back to your table and waited for Jin to get back.

A few minutes passed and you saw Jin with a hostess carrying five plates of food. Three were filled completely with crab legs and the other two plates had various food on it. Your mouth hung open at the sight. You were aware of Jin’s eating habits but the fact he convinced the hostess to help him carry his plates to your table surprised you.

“Ah, thank you!” He bowed his head at the hostess and settled himself into his seat. The first thing he noticed was that you only had one plate and he rose a brow at you.

“Y/N…” He whispered. “Is that all you’re going to eat?” When Jin’s voice got deep like that you couldn’t help but shiver.

“Uh...No. I’m just pacing myself babe. No worries I’ll eat more! Come on let’s dig in!” You were desperate to avert his attention back to his food, knowing that if he actually knew you could only do one plate today that he’d go all drama queen on you. He nodded and got his phone out, placing it on the table so it was leaning against the salt and pepper shaker and facing the both of you. He signed into V-Live and typed out that he was starting Eat Jin with you. You started digging into your plate until a good size amount of people got into the stream. You let Jin do his thing -- talking about the food he got and making those cute little eating noises he usually made.

It wasn’t until you finished the food on your plate that he stopped stuffing his face and stared at you again. He then proceeded to take some crab legs and break them open for you, dunking the pieces into some butter and he started to feed you. At first you refused since you were so full, but you knew better than anyone to not refuse food from Jin if he offered. The comments started pouring into the stream how they thought Jin was so cute to be feeding you and how some other girls were jealous. You felt some butter drip from your lip and Jin being the gentleman he is, wiped the butter from your mouth and licked his thumb smiling at you. This guy really knew how to make your heart race.

“Wah! You see everyone I’m not just a beautiful prince but I’m also a gentleman.” He said to the camera and you laughed, blush rising to your cheeks again. “Even my baby’s face can’t hide the fact that I make her heart race!”