#poly!jikook

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook stood dumbfounded and bordering on irritated as he tried and failed for the 5th time to unlock the door to his rental. Sighing, he reached into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, searching for his cell phone. Pulling it out, he hit the speed dial number for his landlord Kate, waiting rather impatiently for her to pick up. 

The older woman had certain disliking for Jungkook; it was something he knew from the minute he signed the lease. He never really paid any attention to her pointed glares or the snide comments she made about him, because it was something he was used to.

Most people didn’t like him based off his looks; the colorful tattoos that decorated his arms and neck, the black jewelry that pierced through his lips, ears, and tongue. To him they were art, created and perfectly drawn by one of his brothers, a constant reminder of his life and the love he had for his family. To others it was trashy and disgusting.

Jungkook didn’t care what those people thought though, especially not Kate. She didn’t have any right to say shit to him, especially since he followed every stupid rule she placed and paid his rent on time, sometimes even early. 

Honestly, Kate had no right or reason to lock him out, but Jungkook knew that the older woman was gonna find a reason. After what seemed like hours, Kate finally answered and Jungkook had to restrain himself from going off on the woman.

“What do you want Jeon?”

“Why did you change my locks, I paid the rent!”

 “I told you I didn’t want any drugs going on in my rental and you brought that brother of yours over!”

 Jungkook stood there in confusion which quickly turned to anger. She had been referring to Hoseok. Yes, his brother was a drug dealer, but they never did anything in or near the rental for this specific reason. Jungkook knew there was no way he was convince the woman that he had did nothing wrong, and knew this was the opportunity she had been waiting on to kick him out.

“Will you at least come unlock the door so I can get my shit.” Jungkook asked, placing the phone on speaker so he could text his brothers for help. It wasn’t like the rental was even nice to began with. It was pretty shitty in comparison with his brothers’ homes, but Jungkook wanted to live on his own, prove to his brothers that he wasn’t a baby anymore and could take care of himself. 

Now he was gonna have to crash at one of theirs and it was already fucking with him. He knew the six older men would drop anything and everything he needed them, but he was adult now; he should be able to take care of himself.

“You have one hour to get your stuff,” Kate’s voice came through Jungkook’s phone speaker, knocking him out of his train of thought. “and then I better not see you on my property again!” With that, she hung up, stating she would be there when she felt like it to unlock the door, leaving Jungkook to stand in the empty alleyway that lead to his home.

Sighing, he plopped down in front of the door, leaning his head back against the cold metal door. The young choreographer, ran his inked fingers through his black hair. He watched as his brothers began to respond. He tried to respond but they were all asking him questions at the same time. When he was finally able to answer the questions they bombarded him with, explaining the situation at hand, he rested his head back against the door, waiting for someone, anyone to arrive. It was cold in the city during this time, and he didn’t think to bring a thick jacket, because he was literally indoors sweating all day.

Jungkook cursed silently to himself as a chill came over him. He reached into his pockets to pull out some headphones, so at least he wasn’t sitting in complete silence by himself. Just as he plugged in his headphones, his phone began to ring. He couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face when he saw the name “Mini-Hyung” pop up on his screen. Jungkook wouldn’t say he had a favorite brother, he loved all of his brothers, but he was closer to Jimin.

 Jimin, or Mini as he used to call him, was the first person to talk to him when Jungkook was placed in the orphanage they grew up in. Back then, Jungkook wasn’t the tall, muscular, tattooed covered man that most people feared, he was a small little boy who cried a lot and was scared of almost everything.

 Jimin had saw that the then 6-year old Jungkook was being bullied by one of the other kids in the orphanage and the 8-year old defended him, breaking the nose of one of the kids and scaring off the others. It was that moment that bonded the two of them. Jungkook was Jimin’s baby boy and no one messed his with baby boy. At first, Jungkook hated the nickname, it felt unfamiliar and weird and the kids used to make homophobic remarks and slurs towards the two males.  

Jimin didn’t mind the comments,”They’re just jealous that you’re not theirs.” He would always tell the boy, ruffling his hair. As they got older, Jungkook grew to love his nickname from Jimin. He knew that he was loved and after 15 years of being called “baby boy”, it felt weird for Jimin to not call him that. No one but Jimin and his girlfriend Kennie called him “baby boy”. It seemed like their was an unspoken rule in their little made-up family that they were the only ones allowed.

“Where are you baby boy?”

Jimin’s raspy voice filled the young man’s ear, unexpectedly sending shivers through his body. He could hear the anger laced in his words. He wasn’t angry at him, Jungkook knew that. In the 15 years that they knew each other, Jimin had never once been angry at Jungkook. Jimin would often joke about how he couldn’t stay mad at his baby boy, even if he tried. He knew the anger was fueled towards Kate.

“I’m sitting outside my door, waiting on the bitch to come unlock the door.”

“She’s putting you out?”

“Yeah, she’s giving me an hour once she gets here to get my shit out.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Before Jungkook could even reply, Jimin had hung up the phone, so he sat there and waited.

 Kenari sighed happily as she eased her sore body into the large tub of water. The scent of lavender filled the dimly lit bathroom, her bathroom playlist playing softly in the background as she let the hot warm ease and relax her sore muscles. With her hair in a messy bun, she closed her eyes, enjoying her bath. Between Jimin and work, Kenari or Kennie as she preferred to be called, she was amazed that she could even move a muscle.

 To be fair, she was the one who egged Jimin on most of the time, begging and damn near demanding him to “ruin her” as she so eloquently put it. It wasn’t like Jimin was bad in bed, on the contrary, he was the best she had ever had and while Jimin did and could give Kennie the rough sex she enjoyed so much, he preferred to be the slow and steady approach to sex.

 It was fine from time to time, but when you work with your boyfriend who happens to be very attractive and amazing with his hips, by the time they got home (sometimes before they even make it home) Kennie was ready to be ruined by him

Most people who saw the couple thought they were dating to boost their view on Youtube, stating that the choreographers wouldn’t nearly get as much attention if they weren’t dancing together, and while that was partially true, that wasn’t why they were together. It was true that they worked better together, but it was because of their chemistry and love for each other. Dancing was one of the passions that they shared. They both had genuine love for the art form, it was how they met.

They two had felt a connection instantly. Although it was purely sexual at first, the two quickly realized that they both wanted more out of the relationship, and two years later here they were, still going strong and living together. Jimin had even introduced her into his brothers, the only people Jimin loved, up until he met Kennie of course. 

Yes, he had some girlfriends and boyfriends, but none of them met his brothers and vice verse. He didn’t feel comfortable letting them get to know his family, knowing that the relationship wasn’t going to last, but with Kennie, it only took two months of dating before she was sitting on his lap at one of their weekly family dinners, laughing with his brothers.

It was also during this dinner, that Kennie met her best friends, and the women she would later call her sisters, Zazi, Honey, and Joie. Zazi and Kennie clicked almost instantly, having grown up in the same neighborhood. Honey became a big sister to Kennie, helping her figure out the dynamics and background of the family created. While Joie wasn’t officially a part of the family, she was still pretty close to them. There was something going on between her and Namjoon, even though neither one of them acted upon it.

Dating Jimin gave Kennie things she didn’t have before; A Family that loved and protected her, friends that were loyal and honest, and happiness that she didn’t know existed. There were other perks too. She got into “Black Dragon” which was a club owned by Seokjin, the eldest brother of the family for free and never paid for drinks, even though she tried to the first couple of time. She also got the “family discount” from Hoseok, even though she didn’t normally smoke or do drug. Kennie even got free work done by Namjoon, who did most if not all of the tattoos and piercings for the family. She got her makeup done by Honey, and would be invited to all of the parties the family threw.

Honestly dating Jimin felt like she was apart of an exclusive club, and while she enjoyed the perks of the family, she mostly enjoyed their acceptance of her. Growing up, Kennie had both of her parents, but they were never there. They worked all of the time and at first Kennie believed it was to make sure that they could take care of her, but as she got older, she realized that neither one of them wanted to have anything to do with her.

It was when she was 9 that she learned that they only married because their parents forced them to when Kennie’s mom was pregnant with her. It was during a drunken rage, when Kennie’s dad told her to her face at the age of 11 that she was a mistake,the product of a one night stand gone wrong.

 Her father never loved her or her mother. So it was at age 12, when Kennie ran away, staying with her friend’s family after her parents willingly signed her over to them. Now they no longer had to be together or deal with a child they didn’t want.

While she was loved by her friend’s family, it wasn’t the same. It never felt right when there was family events and she was the only one who wasn’t family. Her new family tried to make her feel welcomed and loved, but the damage had been done and when she was 17, Kennie moved out on her own, having saved up enough money to get her own place, but ended up couch surfing until she was 18.

The only thing that kept her sane in her childhood was dancing. She had watched music videos and seen the pretty dancers on the TV and wanted to be like them, so practiced day in and day out. Dancing was all she had, it was the one thing she could turn to express how she was feeling.

 Eventually, she started to take classes at school up until she graduated High School. Through the years, she had met a lot of other dancers who helped her hone her craft and even let her sleep at their place when she was on her own. It was during one of her dancer friend’s classes that she would meet the love of her life.

Kennie smiled fondly as her mind wondered to thoughts of Jimin. He had given her everything she could ever want. He had let her cry and be fragile and open around him and in return she did the same. She was the only one he had told about his not so little crush on Jungkook, the youngest of the family.

 Jimin had told her about ever fantasy, every sinful thought that came to mind whenever he was around the young man. While at first, the love he felt was strictly that of two friends, it quickly and almost out of the blue turned into an unquenchable lust for the younger man.

 Jimin told her all of this one night when he caught her practically undressing the man when he was helping them teach a class. At first, Kennie was sure that Jimin would be angry, but when he began to whisper in her ears all the things he would do and let Jungkook do to him, Kennie found herself squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t think she would be into something like that, but the idea of Jimin pining down the younger man and begging him to fuck him, drove her crazy. 

That was one of the moments that sealed their bond, their mutual lust over Jungkook. Over the years, that lust turned to genuine love for the man and the couple had even discussed how to get him to join their relationship without scaring him off. It never felt like right time and they were both afraid of ruining the family.

Jungkook was a sweetheart underneath all those tattoos and piercings. Even when he tried to seem intimidating, the two of them could see past the rough exterior to the adorable guy he truly was. Jungkook was goofy and sent the most random text during the middle of night which would normally irritate the couple, because sleep was a rare commodity for them, but when it came to Jungkook, they let it slide. He was their baby boy.

Kennie felt her body shiver as the realization that her once steaming hot water was now cold, and quickly released the stopper before. She climbed out of the tub, wrapping her fluffy black towel around her body, before she grabbed her cell phone and made her way to the bedroom she shared with Jimin. 

With the towel still wrapped around her, Kennie laid out of their bed, scrolling through the comments that were left on the latest video she and Jimin posted to Youtube. The positive comments outweighed the bad, even though the mean comments never got to her. She didn’t care if other people didn’t like her, her family loved her, Jimin loved her and that was all she needed.

Once she finally reached the last comment, her phone began to go off with the ringtone she set for Jimin. She smiled as she answered the call, ready to greet him when he spoke first.

“That bitch kicked baby boy out!”

Kennie sat up instantly, not caring that her towel fell off her body. She grabbed her phone, placing it on speaker, and headed to their closet, trying to find something to put on.

“Where is he, where are you?” She frantically asked, knowing that it was quite cold outside and Jungkook had a tendency to not bring a jacket because “I’m inside most of the day, so why bother” as he liked to say. Kennie threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top as Jimin spoke. “He’s waiting for her to come let him in, so I’m heading to his place right now, the guys are meeting me there to help him get his shit outta that place.”

Kennie could hear the frustration and anger in his voice and she didn’t blame him. That woman had it out for Jungkook from the beginning. Jimin and Kennie had offered for him to live with them in the guest room of their home, but he declined. Kennie and Jimin had kept their guest room ready for whenever the young man was too tired to go home after class, but now he was finally going to be staying with them. 

Kennie felt guilty for being so excited that he had gotten kicked out, and Jimin most of noticed by her silence. “I know what you’re thinking baby,’ He teased, his voice getting deeper with each word. “and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about this too.” Jimin chuckled through her speaker. “Everything happens for a reason though baby.” He stated as Kennie sat on their bed.

 “Maybe this is the opportunity we’ve been looking for.”

 “I don’t want to scare him away Jimin.”

 “We won’t, let’s take it one day at a time.”

 Kennie nodded, even though she knew Jimin couldn’t see her. She knew Jimin had a plan and she also knew Jimin would never force Jungkook to do something he didn’t want to do, but what if he rejected them. She knew that this was something that could make or break their relationship and she didn’t want to lose the family she had longed for, for so long. 

Sighing, Kennie stood up from her spot on the bed and made her way to the room that Jungkook would be living in. She knew that they didn’t try then there would always be that regret and so she made up her mind, that this was something that they would slowly work on together. They weren’t going to force Jungkook into a relationship but they weren’t about to sit around and do nothing either.

It was 45 degrees and dropping in the city and Jungkook had on was a pair of Grey sweatpants, a loose black shirt, and his favorite pair of Timbs. He debated on going to the little diner down the street and waiting for either his brothers or his former landlord to show up, but he didn’t want to run the risk of Kate using his absence as an excuse to not let him in.

 Defeated, he sat against the cold metal door, his arms folded securely in his shirt, which didn’t do much but ease the bite of the chill hitting his skin. He had received a call from Jimin a few minutes earlier and was silently hoping the older male would get there sooner. At least then he could sit in Jimin’s warm car until he could get inside to get his things.

If Jungkook was honest with himself, he was kind of relieved that this was all happening. As much as he wanted to prove he was grown enough to take care of himself, he enjoyed being taken care of by his brothers, especially Jimin. He always made sure Jungkook was happy and protected him no matter what

Even when Jungkook knew that Jimin was tired from the odd jobs he used to do before he got a job as a choreographer, Jimin would make sure that Jungkook’s needs were met. When Jungkook would come home from school with tears flowing from his big brown eyes and scratches on his face because some kids at school decided to pick on the boy, Jimin was the first one to storm out of the house in search of the person or persons who dared to make his baby boy cry.

 The more Jungkook thought about it, the more he realized he had depended on Jimin more than the rest of his brothers growing up. The relief that once filled him was quickly replaced with guilt. Jimin had his own little family with Kennie now, and here he was intruding in their life. For all Jungkook knew, Jimin might have left whatever he was doing with Kennie to go pick him up. It had happened more than Jungkook liked to admit. Whenever Jungkook needed something, Jimin dropped everything to give it to him.

 Biting his bottom lip, Jungkook tried to push past the feelings of guilt that slowly clouding his mind. Kennie never made him feel bad when Jimin left her side, but he still couldn’t help but feel guilty. He made his mind up that he wasn’t going to intrude in their life for long and made a plan to only stay there for three to four months tops. He wasn’t going to be a burden in Jimin’s personal life anymore.

 Jimin might not have been the oldest of their little family, but he took care of everyone. He constantly put their needs above his and honestly, they were all excited when he introduced them to Kennie. The guys knew that Jimin had dated, but none of them were serious, never lasting more than two months before he was on to the next person.

 Jimin was always putting up a front when he saw the others with their significant others, always saying that “he only had enough love for his brothers” which was farthest from the truth. Jimin had a big heart hidden underneath the tattoos and piercings.

 He had a smile that would light up the whole room and the way his eyes would turn to crescents when he found something really funny always made Jungkook’s heart do backflips. When Jimin was happy, Jungkook was happy. When Jimin was sad, Jungkook would cry along with him. He was that way with all of his brothers, but his bond with Jimin was stronger.

 Jungkook wondered if his other brothers thought he didn’t love them or loved them less. He didn’t. He really didn’t, it was just that it was Jimin. His Mini-Hyung. The first person to ever protect him, to love him. Of course, he was more attached to Jimin. How could he not be?

 Jungkook was so deep in thought, that he didn’t see Jimin’s matte black Range Rover pull up in the alleyway, nor did he hear the older man got out of the car and stride towards him. Jungkook didn’t notice Jimin until he crouched down in front of him and stuck out a black hoodie in the young man’s face. The motion damn near caused Jungkook to piss himself, but he quickly noticed the black dragon tattoo that decorated Jimin’s hand. He looked up and felt his heart flutter at the sight before him. Jimin was smiling his usual smile, crescent eyes and all, and Jungkook no longer felt cold.

 “Put the Jacket on before you get sick baby boy.”

 Jungkook grabbed the warm clothing from Jimin and slipped it over his head, embracing the warmth that soon began envelope his body. Jimin reached for Jungkook’s hands and proceeded to pull him up as he stood. “Let’s go wait in the car until that bitch gets here.” Jungkook nodded, following behind the shorter man. They quickly climbed into the car, blocking the chilly air from outside and giving Jungkook a chance to get lost in his thoughts again. Jimin’s attention was on his phone when he was properly seated, and Jungkook assumed he was texting the others or Kennie.

 Jungkook flipped the Hoodie of his jacket up, covering his face and rested his against the window, looking at nothing in particular. He lifted his legs, resting his feet on the on the dashboard of the car. He hummed softly to the music playing through the car’s speakers, hoping to ease the guilt in the pit of his stomach. He knew he didn’t have anything to feel guilty about.

 Neither Jimin or Kennie made him feel bad about invading their space, but either they were both too nice to say if he was or Jungkook was just being insecure again. Jungkook couldn’t help being insecure. He had been that way for all of his life but did a damn good job at hiding from everyone but his brothers. They knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.

 Through the years they told him he had nothing to be insecure about, especially once he started to bulk up. Jungkook was an attractive man. He had a killer smile and a face that was sculpted by God himself, but that little voice in his head told him otherwise. He didn’t seem to notice the way the women and men in his classes would stop and stare whenever he entered the room, their eyes roaming up and down his body.

 He didn’t seem to hear the hushed whispers of lust from his students whenever he would lift his shirt or when he that look in his eye when he was dancing. Jungkook was blind to all of it, so blind that he didn’t notice the way Jimin was looking at him, pure adoration and love in his eyes. He didn’t notice when Jimin snapped a photo of him with the intent of letting the others know that Jungkook was safe and sound in his vehicle, but ended up saving it in his phone with the other photos he took of the young man.

 Jimin knew Jungkook was in his head again. He could see the Jungkook’s furrowed brows and the way he was worrying his bottom lip. Jimin wanted nothing more than to kiss away the worried expression on his face but decided against it. He reached over and ran his fingers through the soft strands of hair that poked out of the hood of his jacket instead. Jungkook’s focus turned on to Jimin, who offered him a warming smile as he watched the younger man’s expression.

  “You wanna talk about it, whatever is troubling you?” Jimin asked, pulling his hand back reluctantly. Jungkook felt his flush as pink began to dust his cheeks. At that moment, he hated how easy it was for Jimin to read him. He knew if he said no, Jimin would let it go until Jungkook was ready to talk about, but Jungkook also knew that he would also worry until he did.

 “I’m sorry Hyung, I’m intruding.” Jungkook muttered, looking everywhere but Jimin’s face. He could hear Jimin sigh heavily and felt the car move as Jimin shifted in his seat, turning his full attention to Jungkook. “What do you mean you’re intruding?” Jimin’s sounded exasperated with Jungkook, which only made the younger male feel worse. He had upset Jimin and he knew it, so he didn’t respond, instead focusing his attention on his shoes like they were the most interesting things at the moment. “Kookie…baby boy….what do you mean?” Jimin asked again, his tone softer. Had he done something to make Jungkook feel that way? Did he say anything to make him feel like that?

 Jungkook let out a shaky sigh, feeling hot tears prick his eyes. He could feel a panic attack began to rear it’s ugly head and was trying to calm himself down. Jimin noticed the way Jungkook’s chest began to rise and lower faster, his breathing coming out harsher, as his eyes seem to glaze over with a look of panic washing over his face.

 Jimin knew where this was going. Jungkook used to get panic attacks really bad when he was younger, but he had gotten better over the years. Jimin watched as tears began to slid down his cheeks and got out of his side of the car running over to Jungkook’s side.

 He swung the door open and pulling the younger man out and pulling him into a tight hug. He felt Jungkook relax in his embrace as the Jungkook rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder. Jungkook was a couple inches taller than Jimin, but he always felt so small and safe in his embrace. Jimin rubbed the young man’s back and whispered positive affirmations in his ear like he used to do when this happened.