#poly!taekook

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  "You..."

  Your trembling hand rose to gesture between the two of them before you placed it over the spot in your chest that was vigorously pumping from uncontrollable anxiety.          

  "Y-Y'all..."

  "We're the ones you heard fucking around with the window open," Taehyung easily confessed, rendering you speechless, once again.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, nor could you fathom the sight of him sitting there in such comfort, with his legs still spaciously parted from where he'd just had you in between them, and his body lazily reclining back against the countertop to prop his elbows up behind himself.. as if he needed to emphasize just how unbothered he was by the betrayal in your eyes.

   It only seemed to heighten the hint of cinnamon that was still lingering on your taste-buds, from where he had just transferred his gum over your mouth with his tongue, not even 5 minutes ago.

  However, he must've noticed how your gaze was wavering down to catch the glossy sheen of moisture that was still left among his lips, because he leaned over to dab around his mouth with a noticeable amount of arrogance.

"Am I being pranked?" You blurted out, suddenly hyper-aware of how ridiculous you looked right now, and quickly scanned the area for any sort of camera lens that could've been blending in plain sight this whole time. "Was this all a big set-up to get back at me for the song?"

  "No. Not entirely," Jungkook vaguely responded, and was also way too nonchalant about everything. He was acting like this was a conversation about the weather. "But we couldn't resist poking a little fun at you for what happened. We're just being honest with you now— no hard feelings."

  "So... that's why you two have been so.." what word should you use?

"Flirty?" He guessed, sounding rather cheerful as he crossed his decorative arms over his bulky chest, looking like a Korean Ken-Doll from the neck up and a punk'd-out, G.I. Joe action-figure from the neck down. It pissed you off how he could have such a bold contrast in aesthetics but looked a good, hardily and delicious meal all together.

  But you were a bit more agitated about how he could stand here and continue to play with your emotions and it still be this fucking hot while being completely full of shit.

  So you bitterly huffed out, feeling your emotions bottom-out from the dreadful disappointment of today.

"I knew this was all a big crock of shit. You could've poked your 'fun' at me without bringing me in here, wasting my time, and fucking with my head while making me wearing this itchy-ass robe. Y'all didn't have to take it this fucking far, ya know.."

  "Sweetheart, you're still here for this tattoo," Jungkook objectified with a bit of a flat, but humorously sardonic expression, and his lip tilted with the angle of his head as he looked at you. "We didn't make this elaborate scheme up just to drop the ball on you that we're your neighbors. We just expected a more comical reaction out of revealing it to you, the same way you revealed this song to us."

  "But clearly you don't have the kind of humor we anticipated, despite the circumstances," Taehyung proceeded to say, careless about the possible offense you could've taken from his blunt words. "So I think it's safe to say that you weren't the one that chose to play the song."

  You didn't say anything, because he was completely right and you knew it would be a very far-stretch of a lie to say that it was you, at this point. Because if it had been you, you'd definitely be laughing out despite the embarrassment. But you didn't want to tell them that it was Jimin, either.

  Even though you yourself was planning on kicking his ass when you get home..

"I hope you're still willing to go through with this now that you know, though," Jungkook continued. "Nothing's changed as far as the modeling part of this tattoo goes."

"But hold on... you already knew who I was when I messaged you last night?" You asked in confusion.

  "Not at first, no," Jungkook responded. "I was already skimming through the message requests when yours came in, and I honestly didn't even recognize you in any of your pictures because they all had Snapchat filters on them. And I'm not gonna lie— the tattoo you were asking for automatically lost my interest."

The scrunch in your face must've given off how wounded you were becoming, because he suddenly switched-up his approach and came off (at least somewhat) mindful of his wording.

  "Not that it was ugly, or that there was anything wrong with you; there's only a handful of pictures on your profile and they're all animated and filtered. So I'm saying that that's why I didn't recognize you. But as for the rose, I could tell by the thin texture of the paging and the Snow-White image showing from beneath it, that you literally took the picture from inside of a child's coloring book. And again, there's nothing wrong with that, but we just prefer doing pieces that we can give a little bit of our own originality towards. And you even said it yourself that you wanted simplicity and that your budget was limited, so that's what made me ignore you at first. But then, after we found out it was you, Taehyung came up with the bright idea to give you this piece in exchange for some pictures of it for business promotion."

  You blinked at him in uncertainty, because you just didn't understand the motive behind what made them pick you, regardless of your identity. There was still nothing particularly special about you, overall.

"How'd you find out it was me? And why did that suddenly change your minds?"

"We found out through Avery," Taehyung answered, and you looked over to him just as his arm slipped off the counter to rub at the material of his cargo-clad thigh— which looked very appealing, because his pants were tight in that area, and the jet black material of his pants and shirt sleeve matched the abstract designs of the ink that was scatter across his melanin-blessed knuckles and hand, which made the excessive rings wrist-watch all the more enticing.

  But there was one tattoo in particular that stuck out a little more then the rest..

  🖤 YOUR THROAT HERE 🖤

"To give you the full story," — You snapped your eyes back up to him— "We first saw you about a month ago, when you and your friend was outside grilling and dancing with each other in your backyard. Our gaming-room is upstairs and in the back of the house, so we can see right over your fence, and I just-so-happened to open the window up to smoke and saw you shaking your ass in that little bathing suit of yours, to that Thottiana song."

  His smirk was just as brutal as your instantaneous cringe for what he was talking about. It was the same day Jimin had taken that off-guard picture of you from behind at the public pool; only, it was later in the evening, and you and Jimin had went back home to grill-out and drink some fruity daiquiri's. But you could've sworn he had mixed Tequila in them instead of Rum, because you specifically remembered Jimin shaking his ass with you to that very song, while cheering you on with his tongue sticking all the way out of his mouth.

  So, he definitely wasn't lying.... And this was really fucking happening, but Taehyung kept going without any regards for your distress.

  "So after the whole Cupcakke fiasco, we were just genuinely curious to know who the hell you were. We asked Avery for your name but she only knew Jimin's, and we found your Instagram through his, and then we were met with the surprise of it being you— the same profile that had sent us the original, kid's version of our own, customized piece."

"And we felt like you would be a good fit, so now you're here," Jungkook concluded, shrugging his shoulders at the simplicity of it all. "We already knew what your body looked like prior— maybe not close-up, but we've seen enough to know that you have the right kind of shape for this tattoo. And now that we can see your face up close, without all that distorted filtering and shit, we can't lie by saying that we plan on keeping this whole thing strictly professional anymore."

Your eyes squinted up in confusion to that, not being able to read what he was implying.  "What's that suppose to mean?"

Taehyung piped up, once again taking the floor without any curtesy for his blatant descriptions:

  "Its mean that you're pretty fucking nice to look at, and we're basically trying to see if you'd be interested in fucking with us on a more... intimate level," Taehyung explained with a suggestive roll of his wrist. "Or, to be more frank— we wanna know if you'd be down to getting fucked by us. You're being cordially invited to a threesome."

  "Whuh—?" You couldn't utter a full-on word as the air in your lungs was critically limited now.

  "When?" Taehyung 'attempted' to say for you— knowing damn good and well that you wouldn't have dared to ask that— but answered the question anyways. "We're down for trying some things out right now, if you're willing. Doesn't have to be sex.. we just think it'd be better for you to get a little familiarize with the way we handle things. Because as of right now, I am in no-way convinced you can sit through getting this outline done."

  You honestly thought the ground had shook beneath you.. but then you realized that you were just experiencing vertigo from how weak your knees were becoming and how light your head was beginning to feel. You felt yourself swaying back a little, until you collided back against the body table behind you, and nearly lost all balance.

  "But— h-how?! You don't even know me! And I just met you guys—"

  You were forced to take a seat down, and damn-near lost your hold on the robe as your hands were becoming very clammy from the nerves.

"Hold on, I—" you were panting now, trying to recollect your discombobulated thoughts. But your mind was so shot-out that you couldn't even think about what you were going to say anymore.

  "Aren't you guys Doms? I'm not even into BDSM!"

  Their brows shot up a fraction, clearly not expecting that sort of call-out but, not necessarily bewildered by it. You're guessing it must not be that much of an exclusive secret to them, because there was no sign of embarrassment or defense, just surprise.

   "Oh, so you do know about that? How did you find out that we're into BDSM?" Jungkook inquired with a sharp tilt of his head, making your pulse increase from the antagonizing amount of interrogation in his stance. It was only made worse by the way Taehyung slowly sat up and straightened out his posture, before mimicking the whole crossing-of-the-arms thing like his friend's.

.. It took you a second to realize that their silence was an indication of that being an actual question, and not just some condescending remark.

"Oh, uhm, J-Jimin and Avery are friends. Well, they talk at least. He doesn't know what you two look like because neither of us have ever seen you before, but she tells Jimin that you're..." you struggled to repeat the exact wording, because it was hard to keep yourself from choking on the air it took for you to reciprocate them. "You're Doms? And you're helping her tr-train, or something? I really don't know what to call it exactly, but I think I get the gist of it— y'all are ssssooo fucking scary."

  From their perspective, the smiles that broke out across their faces was merely portraying how comical this was for them, but in your shoes, it was blinding. You couldn't even begin to process just how conflicting and overwhelming it was becoming, to be so gobsmacked and intimidated by these two men, but still so undeniably attracted to both of them.. at the same-fucking-time! There was no point in trying to predict where this conversation was even going anymore, because you couldn't even see your way out of it at all. You felt like you were meeting your fate on this one.

— And, judging by the way Jungkook was now moving towards you, it seemed like now was the time to pay your dues...

You were too petrified to move, watching him approach through your peripheral vision and not being able to meet his eyes.. yours were now stuck on the discarded wad of red-hot chewing gum among the floor.

  "What's so scary about us, honey?" Jungkook questioned, with a charming, sultry lilt to his tongue. His aura and demeanor was growing disturbingly strong— and invasive— to you. Your heart was lurching from the awareness of his proximity, once he came to your side, and you were almost startled to the point of flinching when his hand calmly rose to coax your hair away from your face. so that he could enclosed his prominent paw around the nape of your neck, in a very domineering.. and possibly dangerous manner.

    "Hm? You're not gonna answer me now?" He steadily persisted, voice low but intensity high. His fingers were so broad and his touch was so firm; you couldn't trust the intent behind the gesture to call it flirtatious.

  He then began pressing his thumb into your jugular vein, increasing the pressure of your pulse and making beat a little harder against your muscle tissue. You remained unresponsive, but physically shuddered at the chills that erupted throughout your body as his thumb began drawing circles in its place. Your eyes didn't dare to move anywhere close to his face, as you knew you wouldn't be able to handle whatever expression he was starring you down with, without falling apart.

  You no longer felt like any of this was going to lead you to getting any 'work' done today. But even still, you knew you definitely wasn't going to be the same woman you were when you walked in to this studio.

  "You're really starting to send me mixed signals, aren't you?" He pouted to himself, like he was really having a typical discussion despite the aggression. He then took a very close seat next to your body, while the hand on your neck suddenly strolled down to the side of your waist, where he then coiled his arm around your torso to keep you from possibly distancing yourself from his presence. "Well if you're just going to be silent, then I'm going to be invasive."

He knew he was torturing you, and the fact that he was touching bare flesh was agonizing— especially when his palm was so cool against the surface of your skin that was now sweltering beneath the robe. Your nipples have never buzzed like this.

  "Would you like to see the layout of the drawing, first?" Taehyung chirped up after a solid second or so, turning around to retrieve a sheet of paper on the desk before standing to his full-height and walking over to you.

  You sucked in a startled breath when that piece of paper was held out beneath your face, and being as your fists were set to stone in their hold, Jungkook reached out with his other hand to hold the sheet for you, to look at it together.

  You suddenly blinked at the recognition of the photo, but was helplessly thrown off by the realistic drawing edited onto your back.

  It was the photo of you at the pool— only, your bikini-top string was removed and in place of it, and down the entire length of your back, was an intricate rose— who's petals were falling down around the stem in a spiral.

  But then, upon further examination, you realized the soft, blue beam radiating around the path of the petals was actually bringing the wilted ones back up to the blossoming rose, as the vibrant, blood red pigmentation and evergreen stem seemed to be revitalized by the magical rays.

  It wasn't a wilting rose, it was a healing one.

  And that, without a doubt, couldn't have been more fitting to your current situation.

  You were healing— breaking the curse of your self-loathing depression.

  You were so intrigued that you didn't even realize how much distention seemed to vanish in your muscles..

  But then it reappeared when Taehyung took a not-so-spacious seat aside you, trapping you in between him and Jungkook. They seemed to be waiting on you to speak first, and being as you didn't know what else to say, you just spoke your thoughts on the image, and not the unsettling situation going on around you.

   "It's.. really pretty," you awkwardly muttered, shrinking into yourself as you waited for Taehyung to make a move to touch you. But he didn't— and that's what made it more agitating, because you knew he was going to, any second now. So you watched as he distractedly twisted his silver band around his thumb, almost provoking your anticipation.

  "You think you're ready for the commitment of it, though?" He prodded, voice portraying his own lack of conviction. "I mean, you might be tough enough to take it, but I don't want you signing the contract and diving into it, only to realize that you've bitten off more than you chew— as far an pain and endurance goes. You're going to need to convince me of that before we get started, because once you sign the contract, you're going to have to see it through until it's finished. And then you're going to have to take photos that are adequately attractive as this piece. So you may need to take a few days and think about this."

  "But I thought we were planning on starting it today... that's why I took my shirt off."

  "You're right, we were going to do it today— until I realized how indecisive and insecure you are," Tae stated, and those world seemed to hit like a hammer against a very fragile, glass nerve.

  "You don't know anything about me," you weakly defended, the anxiety making you awkward and inconfident as not a shred of bravery was left in your voice. "And you really don't have to be so rude..."

  "There's a difference between honesty and rudeness. This is our work, our business, and our time and free labor going into this. If I don't feel like you're capable of taking on the responsibility of modeling it, I am inclined to tell you why I feel that way, based off of what I can read off you. You are clearly not confident enough for this piece, yet."

  Your eyes remained down-casted but instinctively fluttered shut as Jungkook's lips were suddenly beside your ear; even with the curtain of hair dividing the two of you away from each other, you could still feel the entire area surrounding your eardrum and ear lobe erupt in tingles with the distinct awareness of his proximity.

  "But we could be just what you need to help with that. We see so much potential in you, but we're a little scared to trust that you will see it too— with or without this tattoo. We don't want this all to be a waste of time and a missed opportunity, when you could be just what we need to launch this business off in the right direction. This could be big, (Y/N)."

  "And we could all make a lot of money, if done right. We're willing to give you commission off whatever clientele we get in reference to your piece, and we're thinking of starting a YouTube channel to document this, too. We already have the social-media platform to help with getting this public, but if we get sponsored off our work? We could get so much clout."

  "And you think sex can break me of my insecurities with body?" You asked for clarity, needing more conviction of that. "Because from my personal experience, it did the opposite. It embarrassed me."

  "Well what happened?" They asked at the same time, freaking you out a bit.

  You needed some more water; your mouth was dry it was almost sticking to the roof of your mouth again.

  "I hooked up with a guy at prom and it was just.. lame."

  A rapid series of questions followed that statement, causing you to feel like an ant beneath a magnifying glass.

  "Were you dating him?"

  "No."

  "Did he take his time with you?"

  "No.."

  "Was there any foreplay?"

  "Not really?"

   "Was he in control throughout it all?"

   "Pretty much."

   "Did he even try to please you?"

   "Not really, I guess."

   "Did it last long?"

   "A couple of minutes."

   "Did he even know what the hell he was doing with you?"

  "I guess not!" You broke out from near combustion, feeling their scrutiny zero-in on both sides of your face.

  "Well then that's why," Jungkook stressed after chuckling to himself at the absurdity of your argument.

  "You can't base your sexuality off some quickie that was probably a first-time thing for both of you— I'm assuming that was your first time, anyways," Taehyung examined taking the paper from you and looking at it himself.

  "It was.." you admitted as you returned your gaze to the ground. "You don't want someone like me, though, right? You want someone who knows what they're doing."

  "We want you even more now," Jungkook objectified, roaming his hand beneath the tail of the cloak to leisurely rub your thigh. The hand he had on your rib cage drug to the middle of your back, where he then expanded his fingers to feel your skin. You were so soft. 

  "You know you want this, too. Don't be ashamed to act on it. We live the kind of life where it doesn't take knowing a persons entire life-story before engaging on the chemistry we feel. The first time we fuck-around is actually the official ice-breaker to who we are and what it is that we do."

  You were getting extremely horny, and there wasn't anything you could do to refrain from allowing his words to prickle at the part of your brain that deals with temptation, and wonder, and longing...

  "You don't even know what BDSM truly is, or all that it can be," Taehyung spoke up again, not even saying it as if it were an assumption, or insult, but as a matter of mere fact. You were surprised by the way he suddenly tossed your hair back over your shoulder and away from your face with a back-handed flick of his wrist. He then lifted your head up with a finger beneath your chin, but made no movement to turn your face towards him as he, for some reason, seemed to be examining your neck like a doctor would for inspection. He continued on as he did so.

  "Its an umbrella-term that ventures many different things— and for all those things, it starts with a beginners-faze. You don't know much about yourself or your own sexual arousal at all, and a lot of mentality has to be conquered before you dive into the extremities of being submissive to a dominant male... or two. First there's a trial for experimentation, to find out what your kinks are, and how well you cope with ours— which then builds a lot of trust and understanding, and sets a foundation for that bond to grow, along with your experience. It's all about exploring and finding yourself in things that satisfy you, outside of the vanilla box. And you go from there."

  Why was your stomach flipping at his words? Why were you so intrigued by his words, and their touch, that you found yourself snapping back into reality after somehow zoning into a trance?

  Could they both read and control your mind?

  "But I have a feeling that you don't even know what vanilla-things turn you on," Jungkook openly acknowledged, making you jump as the back of your arm and shoulder blade was now pressing up against his chest so bluntly, that you physically felt the vibrations of his vocal chords rumbling to speak against your bare flesh. His fingers were curling in as he delicately ran his nails along the surface of your skin beneath your breast, just to feel you tremble against him from the goose-bumps that came in his wake. Your stomach was roaring with anxious butterflies now, and an inconsolable adrenaline-high was coming to a peek as you smelt their intoxicating colognes invading your senses, making you feel like your soul was being robbed of all defenses towards them and this situation.

  "If you're not going to speak, then I can go ahead and label a few of them for you," Taehyung offered, loving the way that you were being absolutely still and allowing their hands to venture wherever they so desired. He also learned that strawberries was a fitting scent for you as he could smell the shampoo you used this morning, "You like being touched and handled by us. You're not very good at making eye contact, or communicating through words, but even still, you're letting yourself get caught up in the attention we're giving because you like it. A lot."

Taehyung tilted his head at you, eyes roaming along the flustered complexion of your cheek as he stroked the feverish surface with the back of his knuckle.

  "Am I right?"

  There's was no point in lying, or holding back the truth. They were going to get it out of you.. they already fucking knew.

  So you nodded to that. Sealing your fate.

  "Good. You're coming over to our place tonight." Jungkook announced with an enthusiastic squeeze to your shoulder, bringing you in for a more personalized embraced.

  Your neck finally broke from its restricted confinement and you whipped your head over to look at Jungkook's chest, as his chin was practically hovering above your head and his hold was too tight to lean back from to see his face.

  "For what?" You muttered.

  "We're going to see how obedient you are to following instruction and letting us handle your body. We don't have to have sex just yet."

  "She's probably too fucking tight to take either of us," Taehyung snorted in what sounded like genuine amusement. "But that's gonna take some time, anyways. We can just play around a bit. See how sensitive she is, and how she cums. I bet she creams."

  "I bet she squirts," Jungkook objected.

  "Maybe she can do both. We'll see," Taehyung finalized, suddenly standing up and walking over to his desk to collect his papers. "Go home, take a shower, and if you think it'll calm your anxiety a little, make yourself something eat— or maybe drink you a little bit of alcohol. Don't get shit-faced, though. Be coherent."

  "And make sure your friend knows where you're going and what we plan on doing, and tell him not to worry because you will be safe with us. And make sure you bring an extra set of clothes with you in case you choose to spend the night."

   You listened to both of their instructions as an eruption of giddy distention unleashed in your stomach. You were excited, but frightened at the same.

  But were you going to back out? Hell no. You weren't missing out on this.

  Taehyung rose a brow at you over his shoulder, as if expecting for you to just jump up and get to it. Apparently, he really was.

  "Why are you still sitting there? You were given instruction, (Y/N). That's not something you procrastinate on," he snapped at you, then pointed a strict finger down at a spot on the floor.

   "And get that fucking gum up before it winds up on the bottom of my new Doc Martins."

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  Jimin was Narruto-running around the house like a cracked-out emu as he screamed bloody-murder from the hype of everything you'd just told him.

"biiiiIIIIIIiii—" a pink-headed blur zoomed by your door he as he darted to the end of the hall, not even pausing to catch air before rounding his way back to your room. "—iiIIITCHHHH!! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!!"

  He was vigorously clapping and running in place now, too much energy in his slender body to know what to do with. You were currently drowning your anxiety in a pint-sized bottle of Hennessy.

  You were now bathed, packed, and waiting for them to return home, so you could go over there. You were trying to pace yourself on the whiskey but fuck, it wasn't kicking in fast enough to suppress the nerves.

  "I'm taking this with me," you rasped with a cough, grimacing at the bottle but willingly embracing the burn of its contents flowing down to your chest. You were dying to catch some relief from your paranoid thoughts; you could barely manage to shave legs without dropping the razor from how bad your hands were trembling since you left the parlor. "I never thought I'd getting any use out of waxing my vagina."

  "That's fate, bitch! I can't believe you're about to be dick'd down by two baddies. TWO!" Jimin beamed whilst holding up two, jazzy fingers. "You don't even understand how happy I am! And how proud I am that you're actually going through with this! They're about to have you bussin' like a bag of fucking chips!"

  "I'm so fucking scared," you nearly cried out, crumbling under the distress. "Please don't make it worse—"

  You heard the distinct rumble of a car nearby, pulling into the direction of the driveway next door. The bass in their sound system was stronger than the engine itself.

  "I got hooooes, caaaaw-liiin," Jimin mumbled in familiarity, suddenly distracted by the tune of the song before smacking his lips in recognition. "That's definitely them."

  Just then, your phone sounded off with a vibration on your nightstand, where you had it plugged in. Jimin was the one to dive for it, and you squeezed the glass bottle with both hands from the high-strung anticipation of what it could be.

  "You gotta text from DADDY, bitch.. with TWO tongue-emojis beside his name," Jimin chirped with an exaggeration jut of his two fingers. "TWO!"

  Your stomach churned; Jungkook programed his own number and contact name in there. You didn't think to look when he handed it back to you, but you're glad you didn't because that would've added on to the stress of the drive home.

  "He says: we're waiting on you," Jimin's eyes practically bulged out of his skull as he ogled at you, and unplugged your charger before thrusting it at you along with your phone. "Better get going, bitch. Did you make sure everything was hairless?"

  You cringed but nodded, shakily gulping another mouthful of whiskey down before cramming the bottle into your backpack, letting your second-set of night-clothes cushion the glass before zipping it up. You then hiked it onto your shoulders and held onto the straps of it like they were life-lines.

  "Did you pack a toothbrush?"

  "And mouthwash," you answered.

  "What panties are you wearing?" He pointedly questioned, taking it upon himself to pull the band of your Sophie-shorts out to inspect the black boy-shorts beneath them. He shrugged in acceptance, and continued his investigation in a serious fashion— or, well, as serious as he could. "Did you use Dove or Ivory to wash that thang?" 

  "Ivory, you weirdo," you scoffed before brushing past him, thoughtlessly treading towards the door so that you wouldn't turn around and dive back into your room. "I never wash my punani with scented soap, that's bad."

  "But you still used those BathBombs from Wish that I TOLD YOUR ASS wasn't FDA approved, and you still came out crying the next day because your dumbass had a UTI. Mamma's just making sure you're taking the proper-precautions to prevent these predicaments, hoe. Which is why you better pee when you're done with them—"

  "Okay, okay! Stop nagging at me, I'm already freaking-the-fuck-out!" You exasperated as you reached for the door knob.

  "That Hennessy will kick in any minute now.. you better take it slow on that shit, too—"

  "Jimin!"

  "IM JUST SAYIN'! STOP—" he popped your forehead, "—FUCKIN' YELLIN' AT ME."

  "OW," You flinched away to rub at the spot, fighting off a giggle so that you could continue to glare at your goofy-ass bestfriend. He was trying to help lighten the situation at hand for you, so you both knew this was for banter's sake. He could still see the fear in your eyes, though. So, with a tight, long hug, he gave you his best assurance.

  "All you gotta do is scream, and I'll bust in that bitch like Jackie Chan off Rush Hour. Crowbar and all," he promised, and you pathetically giggled as you squeezed him back.

  "I'll text you when it's done."

  "Please do, so that I know you're okay," Jimin pleaded, now sounding sincere. "I gotta know my lil' cinnamon-apple is good before I go to bed."

  "Alright Momma," you reassured, breaking away to give his hands a squeeze. "Wish me luck."

  "Have fun, slut," He chirped, sending you off with a beaming grin as he gestured for you to walk. "I'm waiting until they let you in before I go back inside."

  You nodded, now starting to feel the rush of butterflies pick back up again as well as the buzzing warmth of the alcohol you've consumed. You re-tightened your straps as you walked across the yard dividing your houses, and took a huge, deep breath to cope with the sudden spike in your heart as you past their garage and came to the front porch.

"Come on, just fucking do it," you pressured yourself before caving and walking up to the welcoming mat.. and knocking.

  Your breathing was audibly trembling as you waited every solid second to hear footsteps, and when you did, you felt a cold sweat coming to your face.

  The door open, your breath caught, and at the sight of Jungkook now wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, you couldn't decide if it was a sign to break out into a sprint back to your house.

  Because his dick-print was astoundingly prominent, without even being erect. Wow.

Your whole body was pulsing just as strong and consistent as your heartbeat. The alcohol was really beginning to have an affect but did nothing for how effected you were by Jungkook, or your intimidation to him. You somehow contained your apprehension enough to wave at Jimin in verification, to which he enthusiastically waved back— like Forrest did to Lieutenant Dan from the dock of his boat.

  But in no way were expecting Jungkook to step out to see who you were waving goodbye to, and you definitely didn't think he'd give a friendly wave of his own to Jimin. But he did, with full enthusiasm,

  "Hey Wanda!" He called, taking you and Jimin both by surprise— but not in the same way.

  Whereas you were just genuinely shocked by his friendly behavior, Jimin was excited in a way that automatically triggered his inner-hoe.

  "Shiiiit, HI TIMMY," Jimin cat-called from the porch, stepping out to slyly place his hands on his hips. "You lookin' for a Fairy-Gay-Parent?"

"That'd be a wish granted," Jungkook responded with a casual sense of humor, one you had the pleasure of witnessing for the first time. He seemed so.. normal-ish. Nice. You actually really appreciate the way he was approaching Jimin— he must sense how important and close the two of you are.

  Which, still kind of confused you, because Jungkook has never spoken to Jimin before— even though he's friend with Avery, too.

  Maybe he just figured now would be the time to say hi, for once.

  "Good— come to Wanda if you're ever in need of a good meal.. and by that, I'm not just talking about myself. I'm the desert," he called back, strutting back towards the door. "Y'all take care of my little sunflower!"

  "We will," Jungkook said through a snort, lightly throwing an arm over your shoulders to guide you inside. "Goodnight!"

  You gave one final wave to your bestfriend before turning to step into the house, and upon doing so, the first thing you encountered was the strong, potent smell of Weed.

  "Holy hell," you consciously giggled as you waved in the air, signifying what you were smelling. "There's enough gas in here to ignite the entire neighborhood."

  Jungkook snorted behind you as he shut the door, and you were pretty impressed by how nice the living room looked. You didn't know what to expect from a couple of straight guys living in one house together, but you still misjudged the stereotype of them being messy. The Carpet looked freshly vacuumed, and just like the studio, they had black furniture as well as a ginormous flat-screen mounted on the wall.

  Jungkook came up to take your book bag off your shoulders before tossing it on the ottoman, leaving you with the awkward sense of feeling naked as you crossed your around yourself.

  "You smoke?" He asked as he tugged your elbow down to sit with him. You did so, almost against him, and he then threw his arm over the head of the couch behind your head, which suddenly made you feel really tiny all over again.

  "Nah, it freaks me out," You confided after pushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. You recrossed your arms and trained your eyes on the Tv across the room— which was muted on the basketball channel. 

  "Yeah, it use to do me that way too," he commented, and you could feel him starring at your ponytail as the hand behind your head came down to play with a strand. "I can smell the liquor on you, though. What'd you drink?"

  Your eyebrows rose in acknowledgment, as you were somewhat distracted in the tugs you felt in your scalp. "Oh, uhm.. I drank some Hennessy.. and I brought it with me," you laughed, hoping that didn't sound as pathetic as you felt.

  "Did you really?" He humored, the amusement evident in his voice as he went for the whole ponytail— letting the locks waterfall from his fingers. "How much is left?"

  "I'm not sure," you frowned as you genuinely wanted to know yourself, only because it gave you a reason to lean away from him to grab your backpack, and something to do as you unzipped it to retrieve the flask-sized bottle. "There's about 3 shots left.. want some?"

  "Nah, it gives me acid reflux," he confided, taking the bottle from you and making it look a lot more miniature in a his hand. You watched him grin at the missing contents of the bottle, which symbolized just how much you were trying to cope with this all. "Hennessy, though. You gotta be pretty damn strong to drink this shit in large amounts. You're not even of-age to drink, period."

  "How do you know?" You challenged, feeling like it was okay to be playful right now, being as he seemed so tame.

  "It says the year you were born on Facebook," he responded in the same tone, sticking his nose up at you and all. You grinned despite yourself, definitely feeling a buzz as you then plucked the bottle away from him.

  "I'm surprised you could even do the math," you mockingly countered before twisting the top back off to show him how easy it was for you to swallow the unpleasant liquor. You smacked your lips despite wanting to gag, as if it were nothing. "You ought to see Jimin drink this shit, he can't stand it."

  "He seems fucking hilarious. I'd like to chill with him sometime," Jungkook said as he glanced at the television, then both your heads suddenly turned towards the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hall.

"I be balllinnn' like a mo'fuckin' prooo—"

Your eyes widened on instinct, downright astonished by the sight of Taehyung entering the living room. He had no shirt on, but his body, from the waste up, was covered— almost completely— with... so many tattoos. There was only enough space in between to let you know none of them was connected, or specifically designed in coordination with each other, but they all had the same appeal and looked so coordinate together— like each one complicated the next and made them pop out. It was fucking glorious, even without you having the time to describe any of them. Because his body, alone, earned its own attention.

His washer board abs was covered, as well his finely-toned arms. You honestly was just as enthralled by him as you were by Jungkook, because whereas Jungkook had the big, bulky muscles and decked-out designs flowing in full sleeves, Taehyung had a slender, lean physique that was slap-fucking-full of visually appealing art. And it was incredible.

  A walking fucking masterpiece.

  However, upon more thorough inspection, you discovered another interesting detail—

"Your nipples are pierced too?"

  "My nipples were pierced first," He corrected, knowing he looked damn good without a try. He didn't even care to fully gauge your reaction, because he was already aware that you were completely mind-blown. So he instead strolled over beside you, where you basked at the sight his shaggy, damp hair framing the top of his radiantly handsome face.

  He is so fucking hot. Just when you thought Jungkook could be the main apple of your eye tonight, Taehyung showed up to remind you that it was impossible to have a bias between the two. They were at a dead tie.

  "You smell like Hennessy," Taehyung commented as he brought what appeared to be a Black-and-Mild up to his lips. You were surprised to see that his hands still looked dazzling without the excessive jewelry.

  You pulled the bottle out from between your legs, not able to recall when or why you specifically put it there, and showed it him as he pulled a lighter out from the pocket of his sweatpants. He adverted his eyes over to the bottle and his brows rose a fraction at the appearance of it, much like Jungkook's did. You then realized the reason why his eyes looked so much more mellow but cloudy was because he was probably the one high. But you couldn't believe that it didn't take a spec of seduction away from his eyes, though.

  You knew he wasn't tamed.

  "It's so weird meeting someone else who drinks that shit as much as you," Jungkook said to him, like it was something worth hearing about. "I can't even take more than a couple swallows without wanting to puke. She chugs it like it doesn't even bother her."

  You couldn't find it in yourself to speak anymore, so you just gave a tight-quirk of the lips at the interesting look on Taehyung's face, like those words meant something more.

  "That bottle was full when you started drinking it?" he questioned with interest, not bothering to mask the hint of amusement that was proposed in the question as he put the cigar in his mouth.

  "Yeah.." you shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

Tae let out a laugh through his nose before exhaling the smoke from his nostrils and pulling the cigar out from his mouth. His voice sounded so much thicker when he was smoking.

  "You know, when a guy drinks that shit, sometimes he can't even cum or get hard.  I've never had that problem, myself. But, I've seen the effects it has on women. They usually can't stop cumming when they get drunk off whiskey.."

  He smiled a little wider as he took the pint from your hands, shaking it at you as if to reveal just how much you've had to drink.

  "This shit's halfway gone, and I can tell you're beginning to feel it."

  You weren't even fazed by your heart dropping anymore from how demanding the sensations were becoming between your legs, and throughout your entire body. Tae's words set off an epiphany that you somehow have been suppressing up until now. You realized, upon getting ready to come here, that you weren't necessarily thinking about what was going to happen, but more about just coming to see them in their own home.

  You had subconsciously avoided the gratification of coming here to get naked, and to let them do whatever it is they plan on doing to make you cum. You felt like you had entered a simulation and was watching everything from a far, far away place that wasn't particularly present.

  But now? Now you were feeling entirely present. Drunk, but aware. Very fucking aware.

Tae laughed again at your expression, hard enough for his mouth to actually open and reveal his tongue ring before his head fell down a little, his body lazily reclining back into the cushion.

"Ah, damn. We just might turn you into a super-soaker after all."

You didn't know what that meant exactly but you had a pretty good idea of what it dealt with. Squirting.

"We need to ask you a few things first, just to be on the safe-side," Jungkook told you, taking the attention away from Tae as you turned and actually looked at him. He looked so fucking great right now. You couldn't resist.

"Are you clean? I know you said you've only had sex once, and that you get blood drawn, but have you actually gotten verification on paper that proves you are negative to HIV or STDs?"

"Oh, yeah- twice, actually. Uhm, the first time was when I went to the OBGYN for my IUD, and the second time was when they took my blood a couple months back. They do on-the-spot testing."

"Oh, so you have an IUD too," Jungkook reiterated with a pleasant tone. "I was gonna ask you if you are on any sort of birth control. Because we don't like pulling out."

"O-Oh.. uhm, okay.."

"We're clean, though. We have documentation if you'd like to see it," He continued, not missing a beat from his last statement.

You suddenly felt Taehyung's hand fall on your bare thigh, causing an adrenaline-jump to occur in your gut. Your skin was suddenly alive in a tingling buzz that only seemed to intensify the warmth of his palm. You looked over as he put his cigar out in a nearby ash tray, before looking fully at his hand.

"You might as well be screaming to get filled with cum, when you're wearing shorts like these.. I might just have to eat her pussy instead, Kookie."

You breathing was becoming labored at the antsy clench in your lower gut— the heat swarming into your system. It all seemed to be flowing down to your groin, and the higher Taehyung's hand came to the hem of your shirt, the stronger your clit began to pulse. He wasn't even close to touching it yet, but the thought of him doing so had it literally twitching in arousal.

"Nuh-uh, we already said I'd get to do it," Jungkook said in objection, giving Tae a pointed look to relay a message that you wasn't fully aware of. "You know it's not fair."

"I'll just do the inside when you're done, you just focus on her clit," Taehyung reasoned, before leaning into you and switching his hands. One went behind your head, and the other went directly between your legs, where you keened from the tense squeeze he applied to your entire center as he brought his lips next to your ear. "I wanna getta good taste of it."

You were half-gasping, and half-squeaking from the sheer, blunt pressure of his nimble, kneading fingers working their way against your labia through the cotton material of your short and underwear. Your abdomen was clenching in spasms out of pure reflex, and your hands were clammy as they held on to his wrist.

"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed in faux-endearment, pressing his middle finger in with more aim to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you. He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purring lion, and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his pierced tongue along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for an unmannerly suck.

Your scalp crinkled in tension and your chest hollowed in from the mind-boggling combination, your thighs squeezing and swirling around his circulating fingers. He was being so rough and hasty already, but your body was feeling from contact. You were prepared but somehow you were ignited.

"Don't ruin her shorts. I want her to put them back on when we're done."

"Mmph," Tae grumbled out in reluctance before breaking himself away from your neck and out from between your thighs.

"Then she better hurry up and take them off," he rasped out, before tapping his hand on your thigh. "Stand up and turn around, face the TV."

With a deep breath, you did as told— well, with the help of them boosting you up, being your legs suddenly felt like frigidly noodles.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Jungkook instructed to you, and you noticed they were still sitting down behind you, with their faces pretty leveled with your ass. "Don't look at us."

  What's going to happen? What's going to happen? What the fuck are they about to do?

You cradled your hands against your chest and clenched your eyes shut, waiting. Coping. From the outside-looking-in, someone might think you were praying really hard. But you kind of were, just so you could keep your shit together as they made a living show-doll out of you.

You didn't know who's hands were on you right now but they were definitely going for the waistline of your shorts, and you stiffened as they dug their fingers into the hem and unyielding pulled them past your hips, down your thighs, and passed your calves until they were falling to your ankles and leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

  One beat of silence passed.

"Well that was disappointing—"

You almost jerked away at that, but stopped when they hands at your hips guided you to take the opposite step back.

"You're wearing panties that look like shorts, underneath your shorts? You're a fucking brat." Jungkook chided in what sounded like genuine offense, and you somewhat broke out into a snicker despite the stressful stance you were in, until he whirled you back around to face him—

"Shouldn't have laughed," Tae shrugged, watching with a pleasantly entertained smile as the stark, steely look in Jungkook's face was impeccable. He yanked you in closer to stand between his legs making you meet him eye-to-eye.

"Strip," he snipped out, hands steady on your hips.

"M-My shirt?"

"Everything expect your panties. I'll be taking these off after I watch you strip."

You scarcely breathed out.. This was fucking excruciating! It was impossible not to think about it and just rip your damn top off like a bandaid, because your boobs and belly was the reason why moments like this was apart of your worst nightmares.

"She's not listening to you Kookie," Tae leaned in to note for his friend, clearly provoking the situation. "I guess she doesn't take you as seriously as she takes me."

You shook your head, intending to deny the false accusation, but couldn't will your hands to do the task assigned.

Jungkook's jaw ticked rather irritably as his eyes stayed unflinchingly trained on yours. You were looking down at him with fragility, which must've kept him from taking his friends challenge.

Or so, you thought..

"Give her some help, then," He summoned, making your eyes flash wide in panic as Taehyung immediately sprang to his feet.

"Don't you move away from me," Taehyung lowly warned, pressing his front into your back and taking your discomfort to a whole new level as he let you feel how hard he was. You couldn't feel where it ended, though. It just kept going past your ass... and what you felt was already long enough. And thick.

Tae's hands came to slither below your belly, his pinky coasting the band of your shorts as Jungkook rested himself back against the cushions of the couch with a mirthful grin, ready for the show.

"And don't you look away from him," Tae added on, making his friends smile grow even more as he tentatively crossed his arms at the two of you.

You could've sworn you were watching Jungkook transform back into the same, wolfishly demonic man you first perceived him to be when you first encountered him at the studio. He seemed so cunning, but was so calmly collected in his manner that it was undeniably disturbing.

But holy shit, you were entranced by that.

You only closed your eyes when Taehyung hiked your shirt up with no warning, making you go frigid as he proceeded to haul it up over your head. You complied on reflex and lifted your arms, but it was with great dread as you instantly hugged your chest and could not look Jungkook in the eye anymore.

"Quit shaking, it's not even cold in here," Jungkook chastised, then jutted his chin at you in command. "Arms by your side."

He wasn't making you look at him anymore, so for that you were able to drop your arms despite not being able contain the shake. That was completely out of your control—

You quietly gasped as Taehyung had your bra undone before you could prepare yourself for the rest of the reveal, and you jerked with the urge to catch the bra itself as it fell down your arms— but hit the ground before you could act.

The world was spinning too fast. This was moving too fast.

"There is absolutely nothing fucking wrong with you, (Y/N)," Jungkook said in all seriousness, and you suddenly felt a rush of emotion come on, as if you were deeply triggered by the tender subject. They could see your blood boiling bright beneath your flesh— your utter fear radiating off your aura.

 This was it. This was you facing a very big, burdening fear that's held you back on so much living.

But you were too worked up from the other hormones to cry. You just stayed still despite the rattle in your system.

"You are perfectly damn fine," Taehyung emphasized by curling his arms back around you to aggressively palm your breasts. You didn't anticipate how sensitive they'd be— they felt like mush beneath his discourteous hands. You shuddered and went into shock when he leached his mouth onto the other side of your neck, pinning you against his body as he began rolling your perky nipples between his fingers, making you hiss and squirm a little—

"Ungh!" You spluttered out, eyes shooting open as you were stunned by the swift smack against the side of your thigh— signally you to stand in attention to the heated man in front of you.

"Didn't he tell you to keep your fucking eyes on me? Why do you have such a hard time cooperating with me? Am I being too lenient with you?"

Taehyung drawled out a groan at the back of his throat, like he was having the time of his life feasting on the bruising flesh of your neck, and a very dark, scornful singe rolled into the blazing eyes of Jungkook's glare.

"I'll fix that. Look away and see what happens," He warned you with obvious threats implied, fingers reaching for the band of your panties. "And for every time you don't answer to me with yes sir, or no sir, or please sir, or sorry sir, that's another cry I'm going to wrench out of you. This is your last chance, alright? You're going to be good for me."

Jungkook was snapping and you nodded out of pure submission, then caught yourself and slung the words past your lips before you could choke on the thought of them.

"Y-Yes sir."

A wicked smiled sprawled across his sharp, bewitching face, and without waiting a second longer, he snatched your panties clear off your hips, and drug them down to join where your shorts once were, at your ankle.

Your hands shot up to shield your face before reluctantly falling back in place with a cringe. You were unnerved by the blunt action and the sudden, overwhelming vulnerability that you were now facing, but Taehyung locked his arm around your rib cage and jolted you a bit, as if it to wake you up and reground your endurance.

"Quit it, you're okay," he recited like a commander, but you were still heaving from the distress. Your face felt like it was combusting from the heat of the blood rush. You wanted to scream—

Jungkook's hands pulled you in as Taehyung walked you up to him a step more, and your stomach curled in at the feeling of his lips at the line of your bare, uncovered pelvis. You were sputtering for air as he kissed you there, and let his lips stay in their place as he then spoke to you.

"You're not looking at me," he mumble from below. "I'm trying my damnedest to be nice to you."

"I can't!" You rasped, breaking character and rubbing your swelling eyelids. "It's too hard!"

Tae's hands shot up your wrists and forcefully twisted them behind your back to hold them there, And he literally shoved you into Jungkook— who was suddenly standing to his full height and towering down above you with an unforgiving glower. You struggled to gasp as his calloused fingers grappled around the perimeter of your jaw, locking you in place with a claw-like hold so that you physically could not look away from him without closing your eyes.

"What's so fucking hard about it? You don't like looking at me?"

"I do! But I— I can't when you're looking back at me.."

"Why?" He demanded, making you flinch as he pulled you higher to your tip-toes by the hand on your face.

"Because I'm ugly!" You strained.

"No you are NOT," he snapped within that split-second. "You are a beautiful girl. And you're going to fucking see that, soon enough."

Your eyes dared to open from the mere.. solidity you felt at that. Jungkook's narrowed in at you in examination, making you blink rapidly at the authoritative energy he was boring down upon you.

"I-I'll listen to you, sir," you quietly aired out, feeling his hands tighten at a snails pace. His eyes scanned your's intently.

"You sure about that?" He tested, and in no way were you prepared for the nimble pinch that came to your throbbing nipple by the fingers of his free hands.

You hissed as your inner cheek simultaneously pressed against your molars, unable to squirm away at the assault as Taehyung's hand were as harsh as iron shackles around your forearms.

"Yes sir," you said with a chatter, stomach convulsing as his fingers then released the bud to twinkled down the trail of your sternum, past your navel, and down to your leaking core.

"Who were you making this pussy so pretty for? Me or him?"

"Both," you answered immediately, even though it was already bare prior. But even if you had shaved it just now, your intentions would've been for the both of them— either of them.

Chills sprung to the damp lips of your pussy as Jungkook's fingers caressed the outskirts of your slit, sliding across your folds like smooth.

"Her pussy fees like silk," He arrogantly noted to Tae, who's outspoken silence was rolling like thunder clouds over the back your head.

"Don't patronize me, motherfucker," Tae heaved with a heavy intent. "I'll steal this whole fucking show."

"He's a bit of a fireball," Jungkook went on to say as you whimpered. Your thighs were shaking from the agonizing urge to close them on reflex, but you were then distracted by the way Jungkook lowered his face to peck your forcefully puckered lips. You were actually blushing from the affection gesture but should've fucking known he was counterbalancing a surprise attack, for he then took the following chance to dip his bulky middle finger between your slippery-wet seal to feel the warm, twitching flesh underneath, causing your body to writhe as your clit jolted to attention, and a weep or two made its way past your quivering lips as he roamed the valley. You couldn't see it, but a doggishly enthralled grin crept over that arrogant face of his, but the snort that sounded of as he skimmed the source of your fluids was just as degrading as he watch your face crumble in, and felt your saturated labia spasm beneath the pad of his finger.

He then sought out your inconsolably awaiting clit, making you literally melt at the pure sensation of his touch. Your lids became heavy as he lightly began to twirl your swollen bud with a tentative motion. The lubrication of your arousal made the stimulation so much more impactful for him, and he was literally about to make you cum with the most minimal of efforts.

You were just about to drool on his hands but swallowed to strangle down the sobs of pleasure. Jungkook was beginning to marvel down at you now, and his hand moved from your jaw to jostle you closer by the nape of your neck so that he could act on it as soon as possible. He tilted his head at the perfect angle to claim your mouth with his own once more, willing you to reciprocate by letting him leisurely suckle and caresses the surface of your bottom lip with his tongue. You were even pressing your lips further out against his despite his manual manipulation, just to get the full effect until he broke off with an audible smack.

  And then his finger suddenly slipped down, and you once again remembered that he wasn't to be trusted. His kisses were distractions—

A suddenly puncture invaded your unprepared hole, which about the size of a tampons. But what made you grunt and hissed at the blunt intrusion was the stretch of a second finger and knotty knuckles that made your snug, inexperienced walls, causing them to ache and quiver in protest. He thrusted his his fingers in deep enough to make your abdomen wrench when he met the shallow end of your cervix.

"Tighter than a fucking glove too," he gleefully gritted out as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy to show Tae the thick, shimmery coating of your arousal covering the first few inches of his knuckles. Your breathing hollowed when he then pressed the pad of his finger thumb together, to show off the gel-like consistency of it. "But slipped right in."

You couldn't see Tae's reaction but you felt the shaft of his prominent member stir against your ass, his hands beginning to twist around your achy arms like he was conducting an Indian Burn.

Jungkook's eyes then slid back down yours as he pressed the pad of his wet fingers against your lips.

"Clean it up." Was all he said.

Ogling at him in a trance you couldn't describe, you opened your mouth and allowed his fingers to glide back against your taste buds, instantly closing your mouth around the digits to suck them off.

"Thaaat's a good girl," Jungkook marveled, seemingly shook by the feel of your tongue swiveling around to wash your juices from his knuckles. "I knew you were a little freak."

Jungkook withdrew his fingers and pinched your chin to show a little bit of affection, then rolled his tongue beneath his bottom lip, suddenly looking like he had an appetite.

"I'm going to eat your pussy until you fucking scream," he stated in that next second, as if he was just merely advising you to ready yourself.

But you couldn't; the second Jungkook stepped to the side and Taehyung bumped you forward, you were already about to scream from the fear of not knowing what it was going to feel like to have a man go down on you. But when you were close enough to the couch, and Tae turned to make you sit back between his legs, you were almost on the verge on tapping out.

"Keep your arms folded behind you or I'll go get the handcuffs," he instructed with no sort of teasing bluff in his tone. You nodded in obedience secured them between the two of you like you were being arrested, while Tae took the opportunity to greedily grope your breast again.

"These are fucking great. But I'm going to cum all over your ass tonight, so that I don't have to look at your mouth and wind up fucking it while I'm trying to cum on your tits." Tae said as he squeezed himself around your hips.

You were listening to him, with full imagery of what his words portrayed, but you couldn't look away from the sight of Jungkook kneeling in front of you—

"Oof—" a hand seized your throat, very strongly, forcing you choke on the abrupt lack of air caused by Tae squeezing your windpipe with an unforgiving glare. You went stiff and still from the blatant shock of what he was doing. You could still somewhat breath, but it wasn't much help to know that he was daring you to fight him off. Testing you to crack.

"I wanna hear you whine," Taehyung sneered into your ear, making a burst of heat swarm through your veins like liquid fire. You felt like you were loosing your mind.. your own sense of thought.

And you felt so... free? Was that the word? It was ironic, but justifiable in a sense.

You were afraid to show your reactions anymore, it's what they wanted.

"Yes sir." You breathed out in coherence, feeling drunk off your own discombobulated state of mind. Your eyes were beginning to loll from the possessiveness of his hand around your throat, and the breathing at your core. You didn't resist when your legs went up in the air, and a deep, unforeseeable cry rang out from your chest when your pussy was engulfed with a wet, warm mouth, and a wide, slippery-laced tongue flattened to slither up the valley of your labia. Your clit sparkled with the stimulation of having the smooth taste buds lap away at it like a lover, skillfully spoiling the raw bundle of nerves with a tentative twirl and a sensual stroke. Your world was quickly coming apart before you could bare your grounding, and your mind was blindly falling into a black hole of mesmerization as you began suckling at your raw flesh, mimicking the feeling of his kiss. But he wasn't even trying, it seemed. He was just teasing your core— warming himself up to your taste.

And apparently, he was satisfied, because his mouth maneuvered down to greedily lick his extended tongue all the way back up again just to hear you keen. He pushed your legs back further until the top of your thighs touched your stomach, and your pussy was practically presented on a platter for him.

"Watch him (Y/N)," Tae snapped at you, and your heart lurched at the drastic increase in his strength of his hand, clenching around your esophagus.

You audibly gurgled in strain, but did as told until he released your throat and somehow heightened the sensation of talented tongue dominating your mound. The hold beneath your knees was so firm, but the most blatant thing of all was how hot your flesh felt once the sight of Jungkook had your undivided attention. He was coaxing at your slit with a wide, mouthed smile— a hungry one. One, that seemed to be enjoying it's meal.

Your inside exploded with lust. You couldn't even pay attention to how the rest of your body felt anymore because his eyes crept up at you with desire. You didn't know you were so fucking pink down there, but it oddly matched the pigmentation of his vibrant, merciless tongue, that did something almost unnatural as it literally slithered and writhed over your puckered clit like a snake in the water. Your uterus clenched in sheer bliss and your mouth parted in awe, knowing that this sight would forever be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

He buried his mouth deeper between your lips to languishingly slurp with a sloppier technique, one that draw your entire core up in anguish, all while watching you with a patronizing glint in his eyes. As if to say, "dance for me little girl."

"Ooh my gooood," You hoarsely wailed out in agony, the zinging sensations of his mouth growing to new heights and making your body fold in on itself. The sloshing and suckles were graphic, the feeling was brutally raw, but it was such an amazing feeling that you were about to black-out in pleasure. Something was going to rupture.

"Cum you little whore. You can do it. Cum for your Daddy."

That fucking did it, Tae's degrading demand slung you over the edge of control. The tongue between your legs went into turbo-mode, and was swerving your clit around with such vigorous persistence that your body couldn't hold out anymore. Your eyes lolled back and you swore cunt had combusted, and white-hot euphoria erupted everywhere, starting from the electrifying convulsions of the pleasure wafting from your labia and flooding through veins with a drug-like adrenaline rush. Your neck was being held widely by Tae's hand now, keeping your face up right throughout your orgasm. It wrecked you so thoroughly that the downfall felt dramatic, and you fell utterly limp once the roaring had dissipated and left in an inconsolably whimpering, slumped-out mess against his body.

"You're so fucking whiny, like a little baby," Tae chuckled, but your mind was too fatigued to acknowledge it. You were seeing stars as he teasingly tossed your head to the side to look at you slacked-out face— amused by how brain-dead you looked. "I think you killed her, Gguk."

"She's still squirming, She's alive. But look at the fucking mess she made, though," Jungkook cracked up, and Tae's chest began to quake with his own silent laughter. "We wouldn't happen to have anymore Shamwow's laying around?"

They were unfolding with laughter, which slowly brought you out of your daze with a new founded confusion. Why are they laughing? What are they talking about?

You forced your neck to turn over and away from Taehyung's collarbone look up at Jungkook, who was dabbing his mouth with the back as his hand and breathing a little harder as his neck and chest was glistening with.. sweat?

Oh god, oh fuck! WAIT—

"Did I pee?!" You croaked out, moving to sit up but Taehyung was quick to remind you to stay still.

"No, you squirted," Jungkook informed with a triumphant upbeat in his attitude as he picked your shorts up off the floor and wiped his mouth.. and Adam's apple, and pectorals off before discarding them again, and made grabby-hands at you in gesture for you to grab them. "So much for saving those shorts."

You hesitated at first, but when Tae's hand released to instead help you gain footing on your wobbly legs, you brought your arms out of their confinement and placed your somewhat numb fingers into Jungkook's palms. He pulled you up very slowly, patiently, and steadied you as Tae twisted the cap off a bottle of water that's been sitting on the side table.

"Hm," he hummed in instruction as he tilted the open bottle up at your lips. You greedily accepted the water and guzzled down half of it in under five seconds, and Taehyung had to pull the bottle away in exasperation as you nearly drank your entire weight in it.

"Jesus— do you want to piss yourself? You're not even done yet. It's my turn now."

Your eyes threaten to sink into their sockets again, not forgetting but not entirely ready just yet. But, you knew if you waited at all, this feeling could vanish. So you wearily nodded in permission to proceed, and Jungkook took the water bottle from Tae to chug the rest down as he pulled you with him to the couch again.

Once he sat the empty bottle down on the table, he shifted his legs onto the couch to lay on his back while hauling you up to crawl on top of him, but a second pair of hands grasped at your hips to keep you up on all fours, before a throw-pillow was tucked beneath your pelvis and over Jungkook's to keep your ass arched in the air.

You were then forcibly shoved down until your cheek was pressed flush against Jungkook collarbone, thanks to your unsteady arms having very little strength left in them to bare anymore weight, and your ponytail was abruptly pulled outwards, until you were bent into a downwards arch and looking facing up.

You were suppose to be looking up, but you didn't realize your eyes were closed in dreariness until a large hand— one that you were beginning to familiarize just by the feel and shape— patted your cheek with intent to bring you to, and your lids floated back over until you were looking back at Jungkook in obedience.

"Are you okay with continuing? We can stop if you don't feel up to doing anything else."

Tae's weight paused as he was lower his knees behind you.

 "I'm okay," You spoke once you recollected your coherency, somehow rekindling the strength to support your weight now. "Where do my hands go?"

Jungkook shuffled beneath you to bring his face closer and beneath your's, his smile one of appreciation towards your stealth, and he brought his hands up to frame your face.

"They can stay where they're at, pretty girl."

Your insides warmed with a fuzzy need, reeling at the sweet endearment. You almost forgotten what you were in the middle of until Taehyungs massive hands palmed the under-cup of your ass cheeks to spread your flesh and reveal the very, upmost intimate parts of your body to his feigning eyes.

  You groaned at the crude vulnerability.

"Ooh, you stingy little slut. How could not want us to see this perfect little cunt? And this fucking ass!"

THWACK!

"AH!" You wrenched into a spam as your tender, high-strung flesh rippled beneath the splaying hand like a tidal wave upon impact. You never thought in a million years you'd be revitalized by the sheer, stinging strike, but holy fuck, your were arching your ass in liking before you could process it.

  THWACK!

You shuddered and panted like dog over Jungkook, and he fucking loved it so much that he'd couldn't keep his fingers out if your pretty little mouth, impulsively slipping his thumb over your bottom row of teeth to flattened it against your tongue and making you look like a wantoning pornstar as you heard Taehyung spit. A warm glob of saliva instantly splattered over your opening, and even though you had absolutely no use for the extra lube, something told you that he did it for his own degrading pleasure. However, you were not expecting the abrupt stretch off two fingers plunging into the depths of your defenseless walls, which caused you to audible choke out around Jungkook maneuvering thumb.

"Fuuucking hell," Taehyungs rasped out as he unyieldingly plummeted his fingers in yo the very last knuckle, aiming for your cervix. Your pussy fluctuated in protest, like he wanted it too, and he continued to retracted and invade just so he could manipulate your tunnel into sucking his fingers like a pacifier.

Jungkook let you close your eyes for a moment just to watch how fascinating your face looked when it was scrunching up in strain, but not once did you move in protest.

"Don't you fucking bite me," He huskily purred out, that being your only warning before he forcefully inserted both his middle and fourth finger into your mouth, roughly swooping further past your tongue until he was at the back of your throat. "Suck on daddies fingers while you cum on Tae's."

You obeyed to the best of your ability, although it wasn't necessarily hard when his hand Then squeezed your cheeks in with a clamp-like hold again, and began finger-fucking your mouth to create his own feeling. The only reason you didn't gag was because you were already choking on the sobs that built as Taehyung took his fingers out to massage your overly-sensitive clit. The bud was so swollen and traumatized from post-orgasm that you rattled from the overstimulated torture. You couldn't even control your swallowing well enough to stop a copious amount of saliva from leaking out from around Jungkook's fingers and in between his knuckles.

"Aw, babygirl's drooling on herself. You fucking love this, we've got you right where we want you, just that easy."

"She's gonna be the funnest one yet. You wanna be our little toy-slut? We'd love to train you. You're so responsive, it's fucking insane."

"She can't answer you, but I know that's a yes."

"Well then I won't torture that much. We'll make this quick before I wind up having to fuck her silly from how fucking hot this is."

"Go ahead and turn it on," Jungkook signaled, and you blinked at him in unknowing confused until your ears picked up the slightest, but distinctively specific sound of vibrations.

Your pussy was spread out again to open you up, and absolutely nothing in this world could've prepared you for the thick, bulbous tongue the delved into your tunnel.. with a VIBRATING BARBELL AND STUD, buzzing away at your spasming walls to no abandon.

Taehyung was tongue-fucking you.. with a vibrating tongue ring.

"AH! AH!" You shouted out as you core began to swell too fast for you to handle. The feeling of his slippery member sloshing around and pumping in and out while the piercing massaged your quaking innards flew you into another mind-numbing orgasm before you could see it coming.

  And then you were cumming.

Tae's fingers thrusted back in to vigorously pump the area where it felt you had sprung a leak— not exactly from same area you normally pee, but you could feel water literally spraying out of you like a geyser, and your body was convulsing like the exorcist.

"Good fucking girl!" Taehyung boomed before snatching his fingers out and thwacking his hand upwards to smack your lips and make you jolt.

He did it 3 more times until he were screaming, and as soon as you fell into a trance of silence, his hands returned to your ass cheeks.

"Stay still," He rasped as you felt him shifted up on his knees against. His hand parted your flesh to reveal your holes once more, but you couldn't tell what he was doing with the other hand, that was covered with your juices, until you heard him hiss in labor.

He was jacking off.

You were aware, but in La-La land as your forehead sagged down against Jungkook's. He was softly laughing through his nose while holding onto your face for neck supporting, and kissing you in affection as if Taehyung wasn't currently drenching your opening with hot, heavy-coated cum.

You didn't keep track of how long it took, you just laid there until his hand slipped away, and you felt his secretion oozing down between the legs.

"Shit," he sighed as he fell back into the corner part of the couch, only taking as much time to pull his sweatpants back up and using your shorts to wipe his hands off before reaching for the ashtray and relighting his cigar. He fell back into the cushion as he inhaled the tobacco, then exhaled as he looked at your lifeless figure atop his friend's.

Poor Jungkook was still hard as a rock.

"Are you not gonna get your's?" Tae teased, elbowing Jungkook calf.

"Mnt-mm," he hummed back as he leaned away from kissing your flustered, spent face. "She's has more than enough tonight. I'll jerk off in the shower after I clean her up and put her to bed."

"Put her in mine." Tae told him, and quickly received a look of absurdity from his friend, who's head popped-up over your heaving shoulder.

"What? No. I want her." Jungkook insisted.

"You can come lay with us, dumbass. I'm the one with the bigger bed." Tae said with an audible eye-roll.

  You were slipping away from reality faster than you could keep up...

"Oh, yeah. Alright. Clean up in here while in get her fixed."

And with that, Jungkook sat up and waited until you were conscious enough to stand on your own two feet, and Tae was quick to take your shorts and cram them between your legs from behind— muttering something about making an even bigger mess for him to clean up before tapping your ass in signal to walk. And then, you followed Jungkook to wherever he was taking you now, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you somehow...

Someway...

Survived your first night with the doms next door.

••••*

That’s the end guys! Hope you enjoyed :*

Soooo....

How much do you hate me?

LOOK, LET ME TELL YALL THE HELL IVE GONE THROUGH WITH THIS UPDATE. It took so much time and so many rough drafts to perfect how I wanted this to go, and after MONTHS of critiquing and building and building, I went to upload the final, edited draft after hours of revision AND I SHIT YOU NOT, IT LITERALLY WOULD NOT OPEN THE DOCUMENT AND IT DELETED THE ENTIRE THING.

I've had to rewrite this whole part from memory, and I legit had an entire meltdown over it so that's why I kinda fell off the grid. I needed to step back and keep myself from quitting, so yeah, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOR SUPPORT MEANS TO ME!

Jungkook all but ran to where they were seated when he spotted them. His eyes darting back and forth between the two.

“What happened Why are you..?” he asked cautiously.

You stood up to calm your partner as much as you could. Wrapping your arms around his torso gently and leaned to kiss him on the cheek.

You knew the news was going to break him. Somewhere deep down you think he may have already suspected it, but was choosing to disregard the signs. Then again, you hadn't the slightest idea when the same thing happened to you. The dreaded memory replays in your mind over and over, “I can’t see color, Y/n.” until tears start to swell in your eyes. You wouldn't wish this fate on anyone, especially not your own soulmate. Then a thought rushes over you. Glancing over to Taehyung you give him a teary, sympathetic smile. He was going through the same predicament. Still, he keeps a semi-stoic facade.

“I think you’d better sit down, Kookie.”

He did so immediately after giving you a wary glance. Taking the seat across from Tae who watched the couple intently, Jungkook was practically vibrating in his shoes with anxiety.

“Someone please tell me.”

You and Taehyung exchanged a quick look before you gave a curt nod.

“Jungkook,” Tae started, “There’s been a huge misunderstanding. From all of us.”

Jungkook gave Taehyung a curious look.

“What do you mean?”

Rip off the bandaid, Y/n.

“Jungkook, you’re not Taehyung’s soulmate.”

The air went cold around you when your boyfriend’s eyes shot towards your direction. 

“I am.” The words felt unnatural to say. 

Jungkook’s eyes shot between the pair in front of him, his mouth trying to find the correct words.

“What do yo- How did you- what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t start seeing color until the night I met Y/n.” Tae stated quietly.

Jungkook’s face displayed a range of emotions, from confusion to skepticism to distress to realization. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed as he leaned back in his seat. His hands reaching up to cover his face as he laughed bitterly.

“I’m such a fucking dumbass.”

The instinct to comfort your soulmate came over you like a tsunami. You prayed he didn’t push you away.

He didn’t. In fact, he pulled you into his lap and buried his head in your neck. His heartbeat was racing and you could tell how much this must hurt him. You reach up to smooth his unruly hair and bring him as much solace as you could.

“You’re not. We all made the same mistake. We didn’t read the signs well. It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, it’s not exactly a common situation.” Tae added. You nodded your head in thanks.

“Exactly.”

After Jungkook’s breath had stabled and after a minute of Tae fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, you figured you should get off Jungkook’s lap as not make Tae too uncomfortable. Tae, the gentleman he is, quickly offered you his seat while he went off to search for another chair to bring over.

Jungkook was in deep thought for a while. You figured you should give him some space while you continued to make small talk with Taehyung.

“So the cover art is coming along well?” You asked absent mindlessly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s head shoot up in alarm.

“It’s okay, Jungkook,” you murmur as you don't want to upset him more, “I know you’ve been seeing him. I’m not angry, I understand.” You explained. Jungkook’s eyes shift down in guilt as if he were a kicked puppy, avoiding eye contact with you.

Taehyung smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I think we’ve actually decided on a piece. But Jungkook insists that you’re not allowed to see it until debut.”

“What? That’s not fair!” You pouted and crossed your arms, trying to lift the heavy mood.

“Trust me, you love it.” Jungkook spoke, his voice soft.

After saying your goodbyes to Taehyung and promising to contact him again, you and your boyfriend went home. He was quiet most of the night until walking into the bathroom while you were putting on a much-needed face mask.

“We need to talk.”

“Hm. That doesn’t sound good.” You responded.

“No, it’s actually just a proposition.”

You lifted your eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Don't get mad, okay? It’s just an idea.” Ugh. You’ve heard that before and the aftermath is never good.

 He took a deep breath,

“What if we,” His tongue darted out to wet his lips in nervousness, “What if we tried a polyamorous relationship?”

You nearly dropped your bottle of toner in shock.

“What?!” The idea had actually already crossed your mind but you'd never tell him that. You figured he wouldn't want to but your soulmate is an unpredictable one.

“Please, just listen!” He took in a deep breath,

“This situation couldn't be any more perfect, for the circumstances at least. I love you so much, Y/n. If you aren’t my soulmate I’m glad that you’re my soulmate’s soulmate. It’s like a love triangle!”

You sigh, leaning a hand on the counter to stabilize yourself and your thoughts. 

“A love triangle isn’t a good thing, Kook.”

“Okay, then.. a love circle, Miss Technicality.”

You started to feel like such a pessimist next to your optimistic boyfriend.

“Jungkook, we’ve been in relationship for years. We just met Taehyung. We need to give it sometime before we go asking him to join a polyamorous relationship with people he just met two weeks ago.”

“So, then, you’ll consider it?”

“I don’t want to scare him off for your sake. But, yes, I’ll consider it. However, we have to do it the right way. Let’s start with one of us asking him on a date.”

“It should be you.”

You were a little dazed at his suggestion.

“Me?”

“It’s only fair. I’ve been on a few ‘dates’ with him already. I know him pretty well. It’s you who needs to get to know him. Not only that, but I’m sure he’ll be happy about it. With you being his soulmate and all. But!” He holds up a finger as if to scold you,

“No kissing! Not until he agrees to date us!”

You’re half tempted to bite his finger but instead you decide to pull him in for a hug.

“Seems a bit blackmail-ish but,”

For the first time in a long time, you have hope for the future of your relationship.

“Deal.”

—

The cell phone in your hand feels like a stone.

Five days have passed since you met Taehyung at the bookstore. Jungkook continued to meet Taehyung for the finishing of his cover art. He promised he’d keep it professional although you were a bit doubtful. That would be close to impossible at this point. 

I wonder what Tae thinks about all this. Is he uncomfortable meeting Jungkook after finding out that he’s Jungkook’s soulmate? Are they really keeping it as professional as Jungkook makes it seem? 

Is it really a good idea to make a commitment to a poly relationship with all of these suspicions?

Ah. You’re stalling yourself again. You’ve been dreading making the phone call that your boyfriend so eagerly awaits.

“It’s easy. Just call him and ask. That’s it. You’re his soulmate so he’ll be more than welcoming of the invitation.” Jungkook’s been trying to coerce you since he brought up the idea.

“I’ve never done it before,” You explain, “You’re the only real partner I’ve ever had and you made the first move, remember?”

He grins at the warm memory.

“You were so cute and bashful.”

“Obviously. I’d just met my soulmate. Anyway, focus.” You have such a hard time fighting the smile that threatens to spread across your face. Jungkook always seems to bring out the fondness in you. He definitely knew how to play that to his advantage. He gets everything we wants just by giving you that puppy dog pout.

“Ask him if he wants to go with you to get bulgogi. He loves that. Tell him you were craving it and you thought of him, he’ll get all flustered. Guaranteed.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer. I knew you a flirt but damn.” You land a playful punch to his shoulder. You try to calm all your nerves and the voice in the back of your mind.

“Here goes everything, then.”

The phone rings only once.

“Hello?” His deep voices chimes through the speaker.

“Hey. It’s Y/n.”

“I know.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“You know?”

“Caller ID, Y/n. You think I wouldn't save my own soulmate’s number? Plus, I’ve kinda been expecting your call.”

You roll your eyes knowing Jungkook could see your face turn three different shade of red from embarrassment.

“YeaH-” your voice and your resolve cracks, “-ehem, yeah, I was just calling to um... ask if you wanted to like, uh, meet me tomorrow night for some bulgogi.” Your boyfriend silently coaches you as you continue, urging you on.

“It’s just that I’ve been craving you- I mean it! I’ve been craving it. And I thought of you.” 

And I want to die.

Jungkook hits the ground laughing. You know Tae could probably hear him. 

“Well if that's the case, how could I refuse?” Tae’s voice is smooth and confident. He’s just as flirty and aloof as Jungkook is. How the hell are you gonna survive two playboy boyfriends?

“Great. Meet me at six?”

“I’d prefer picking you up if you don't mind.” 

“Oh. S-sure. Yeah, that's fine. See you tomorrow?” You hate the way your voice trembles.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” With that he hangs up, leaving you a blushy, embarrassed mess. You look down to see Jungkook squirming with uncontained laughter. The next thing he knows he’s being chased with the slipper you’d been wearing.

“You asshole! It’s not funny! That was so embarrassing! Stop laughing, I swear to God, Jungkook!” 

“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking terrible at flirting! Like what the hell was that, Y/N!”

--

It wasn’t until eight months after you started dating that you found out he had yet to see his first color, even after meeting you.

You cried for days, but he was right by your side. He kept reassuring that he loved you more than anything, that colors mean nothing, that the entire soulmate concept is trash, that he’d never leave you, that nothing or no one had ever made him as happy as you made him.

You knew all those words would turn to dust if he ever happened to run into his true soulmate. The thought absolutely killed you. You knew he’d leave, he wouldn’t be able to help it. You knew this all too well because you would do the exact same for Jungkook.

And that’s why you stayed. Because despite how selfish it was to keep him from the chance of ever seeing color, despite the paranoia and the heartache, he was your soulmate and you couldn’t bear to lose him. Willingly, at least. When you told him you’d stay, he shed tears of relief and had held you extra close that night.

And so the days went on, and to be honest it was as if nothing had changed, for the most part. Things we’re still crazy as ever but you loved it. The paranoia lessened little by little until it was manageable, and you could truly say you were becoming happy again after weeks of stress and conflict. You two happily continued your relationship for another two years.

That is until Jungkook came home one day with tears streaming down his face and red, blotchy eyes. He slammed the front door shut with a force that rattled the walls and he ran down the hallway. He locked himself in your shared bedroom and refused to come out even after you begged him.

Five hours. He’s hasn’t even come out to eat or use the bathroom. You left food for him outside the door but it has yet to be touched. You were so worried at this point you found yourself in front of the bedroom door for the sixth time this evening,

“Jungkook, please... at least give me a sign you’re still breathing.” Silence.

You were half-joking but now you were much more worried than before. You rushed back the kitchen to grab the key you had for emergencies.

“Jungkook... please don’t be mad, okay? I’m coming in.. I need to know if you're alright.” You called gently. The door creaked open but you were met by darkness.

“Jung...kook..?”

Your eyes were still adjusting to the change of lighting but you could just barely make out a form under the blanket. Your heart stopped when you realized how still he was being but it jumpstarted again when you heard him sniffle.

You sighed in relief.

“Okay I’ll leave you alone no-“

“Wait.”

His voice was small and raspy.

“Don’t go.”

You took that as your queue walk over and sit down beside him. The dull light streaming in from the city through your window finally helps you make out the features of his face. He looked so sad, the frown between his eyebrows and the puffiness of his eyes were evidence of his distress. You reach out to comb your fingers through his untamed locks to soothe him as much as you can.

“Baby, what’s the matter?”

He hasn’t looked at you directly since he came bursting through the front door. At this point you wonder if he’s just upset at you.

“D-did I do something? Are you angry at me?”

He shook his head immediately,

“No, Angel, not at all.” Ah, the nickname still made your heart flutter. He reached up to grab your hand that was still tangled in his hair, and held it to his chest.

“I need to tell you something. And I need you to promise not to leave, okay?” His hold tightened around your hand when you hesitate. You had started fidgeting in anticipation and nervousness, subconsciously. He knew you well and can easily spot the signs.

“Please promise me, Y/n”

He never used your real name. Oh, God.

“..Okay... I promise.”

He took a deep breath before he broke your entire heart.

“I’ve started seeing color.”

Your throat was too tight to speak. The hot tears had already fallen but you refused to let out a sound, in hopes the darkness in the room would mask your agony. But he was Jungkook, he knew you better than yourself.

“I hate it.”

You look at him, confused.

“I can’t stand colors. They’re fucking obnoxious. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. They’re too bright. They give me such a fucking headache!”

You knew his rant wasn’t about the colors, it was about what they represented. He found the person that was going to tear this perfect dream of a relationship apart.

You felt a pang of guilt shoot through you. Seeing color for the first time was supposed to be the most beautiful and enchanting experience a person would ever have. You took that away from him because the only thing he can think of is you.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’m s-so-“

You couldn’t keep the sobs from escaping you now. You figured if you couldn’t hold them back, then let it all out. All of it. All the pain you felt when he admitted to you that he’d never seen color even after meeting you, all the sleepless nights of worrying that the next day he would find his true other half and leave you without a thought, all the frustration from arguments you had because of how clingy you’d become, everything.

And he was there, like he always was, holding you tight and rocking you as he whispered reassurances in your ear. He was always so good at comforting you.

“It’s not your fault, don’t apologize.”

“It’ll be okay.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Angel.”

The words were bittersweet, you felt glad that he didn’t up and leave you like you thought he would after he found the love of his life. Yet, you knew it was coming to an end. It was inevitable.

“You have to.” You croaked out. “I won’t let you stay.”

“No. I told you I’m not leaving.” His voice sounded harsh but something told you his anger was not directed towards you.

You found the strength push away from his arms and stare into his eyes through the dark.

“And I told you, you have to! I refuse to let you stay with me when you could be happy with your soulmate! I won’t let you! It was different when you didn’t know who it was- but now....”

“I’m happy with you, Y/n! I told you before, no one could ever make me as happy as-“

“You don’t understand!!” It came out so much louder than intended, but you felt so defeated. You buried your face into his chest and clutched his shirt into your fist.

“You don’t understand... there’s nothing like the first kiss with your soulmate, nothing like holding hands.... and the first time they say I love you, you feel like your hearts gonna explode! There’s nothing that could ever compare the feelings of pure joy of just being around them or just having their attention on you.”

You felt tears that didn’t belong to you fall on your neck.

“Please don’t break your promise. Please.” He choked through his sobs.

You didn’t know what to do. Leaving your other half was hard enough without them begging for you to stay. You were too deep in your own thoughts to process the lamp on your nightstand being turned on and the room being illuminated.

“I just can’t lea-“

Jungkook paused mid-sentence when he turned from the lamp to look at you. He went completely silent as he stared at you with those wide doe eyes. Lips parted in awe, his hand came to touch your bottom lip.

“Your lips are- and your hair is- oh, God, and your eyes- and skin-“ Jungkook had no idea what the names were for the colors he was trying to match.

“How the fuck are you so gorgeous?”

This was truly his first time. Your colors were his favorite by far, the soft hues calmed him immensely. The way you glowed in the golden light, the blushing of your skin, the highlights in your hair.

“Has this shirt always been this bright?” He chuckled as he tugged at the hem of your favorite T-shirt. He’s seen you in that shirt a thousand times but this was surreal.

You had a thousand and one questions to ask him but you’d decided not to disrupt the odd trance he was in as he looked so calm.

--

Taehyung sat on the floor of his art studio, he barely even recognized the place. He had an assistant, Jimin (who was happily married to his own soulmate), who did all of the color theory for Taehyung’s pieces. Even if Taehyung was the main director, the face of the company, Jimin’s role was vital.

Jimin, along with being his employee, was Taehyung’s best friend. He entrusted everything to Jimin.

Jimin had speculated what had happened at the restaurant and tried to give Tae as much space as possible until Tae had refused his third meal of the day. Jimin does not take skipping meals lightly.

Jimin places the plate of food he had been carrying on a cluttered, paint-stained table.

“Tae, you’ve been staring at the same piece for over four hours. Why don’t you just go talk to-“

“Out of the question.”

“Why!?”

“Because they’re already in a relationship.”

He empathized with his friend, really he did. Finding out the person you’re destined to be with forever is in a relationship with someone else has to be heart-breaking. And it’s rare. However, there is one thing that doesn’t make sense. Jimin paused for a few moments.

Why wouldn’t Taehyung’s soulmate break it off? I mean, they’re soulmates! Did they really love the other person that much?

“You can’t stay in the studio forever. You have to face the world at some point.”

With that, Jimin swung open the curtains letting in fresh sunlight that made Tae grimace.

“No.”

“Yes. Sunshine helps, it’s a natural anti-depressant.” Jimin states. “Namjoon told me so.”

“Not when I’m trying my hardest not to see, Jimin.”

The mention of Jimin’s psychiatrist husband made Tae bitter. Usually, Tae thought the couple were adorable, sometimes cringy, but adorable nonetheless. But in the current situation, the thought of Jimin and Namjoon together made Tae sick.

He heard Jimin sigh and walk back towards the entrance.

“Fine. Give yourself some time, but this can’t last forever.”

He knew Jimin was right. He had to fix this.

So he picked up the phone and called the source of the problem.

—

The look on Taehyung’s face before he ran off was something you couldn’t forget. It was so familiar, a look you’ve definitely seen before. But the context was different, impossible actually.

You sat quietly sipping tea at your desk in deep thought when Jungkook walked through the door of your in-home office.

He had been pretty devastated when Taehyung left so suddenly, he took it as a rejection.

“How could he leave! We’re soulmates! How could he leave me like that!” He hadn’t even realized how much his words stung you in the moment, he was too upset.

You sigh.

“Jungkook, you didn’t tell him that we were in a relationship. How did you expect him to react?” You try your hardest to sooth your (dense)boyfriend, although it came out a bit condescending.

“I was going to explain! He didn’t even-“

He cut himself off in frustration.

“How would you feel if you had found out he was in a relationship?”

“Ugh!”

“Exactly.”

Jungkook let out a huff as he reached over to pick out a piece of candy that you had in a dish, sitting neatly on your desk.

“I have to go to work,” Jungkook mumbled as he grabbed his laptop case and cell phone.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and left.

About three hours into working on your latest project, your phone rang but the number was unknown.

“Hello..?”

“Is this Y/n?”

“It is. Who’s this?”

“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

Goddammit.

“Oh. H-hi! Um... how have you-“

“We need to talk. In person. Would you be willing to meet me today?”

Your eyes would have burst from your skull if they were any wider.

“Um.. I... can I ask why?”

You could hear him take a deep breath.

“It’s about your relationship. Sort of. Just-” He lets out a soft sigh, his voice gentler now. “Can you please meet me?”

You close your eyes and make a quick pros and cons list in your head, trying to decide. Ultimately deciding that this would be best for Jungkook’s sake.

“Okay.”

--

Two hours later you were sitting in a bookstore you’d never heard of, waiting patiently for a visitor you never wanted to see.

You tried to keep your mind busy by skimming through the books but your brain wouldn’t slow down enough to read.

“Y/n.”

You jumped at the voice that came from right behind you.

“Taehyung! When did you..? You know what, never mind. Um.. so what did you need to talk to me about?”

You weren’t really in the mood for small talk, opting to cut to the chase.

“Oh, I- uh- okay, the thing is- um.. I-“

He struggled to find the words, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I was already planning on leaving Jungkook, if that’s the problem.” Your mind blanked as the words escaped you.

Wait, when did I decide this? Leave Jungkook? My soulmate?

“Oh? Really?!” His excitement irked you.

“Yes. Really.” You hissed back, not caring if you sounded rude.

“Well, that’s great! Well, not really.. but I mean I feel terrible-“

“You should.”

A dark silence fell opon both of you. You didn’t know where this bitterness was hiding all this time but it’s finally come out.

“This is all your fault.”

The sudden chill in the room made the hair on the back of Taehyung’s neck stand up.

“I... I don’t understand?” Tae questioned.

“What’s there to be confused about? I’m leaving Jungkook so he can be with you. You’re soulmates. It’s the right thing to do- it’s.. the right...” The tears gathered in your eyes but you refused to let them wet your cheeks. Not in front of him.

“I love him so much. I want him to be happy s-so I’m leaving.”

Taehyung’s eyes never left yours, his jaw hung ajar. His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he stared at you as if you were a ghost. Then, it seemed like something clicked.

Ah.

He thought.

It all makes a bit more sense now.

Why Jungkook was so friendly. Why Y/n hadn’t broken up with Jungkook. Why Y/n hadn’t even tried to contact Tae. Why Jungkook acted so strangely during their meetings, especially the first.

“Y/n. You don’t understand.” He sighed with a sad smile.

“It’s you, Y/n. You’re my soulmate.”

But I’m not yours.

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“I’m sorry. It’s just- yeah! Okay? It’s a bit more information than I had been expecting. I mean, I’m your soulmate and you’re my soulmate’s-” She places the book back in her lap and places a palm on her forehead, collecting her racing thoughts. Her voice was soft and her eyes cast downwards when she spoke again “It’s just that I know how you feel. I’m not my soulmate’s soulmate either.”

Another piece to the puzzle.

“He told me years ago, when we were still teenagers. I’ve always suspected he’d find his partner. Actually, I expected it. It just hit hard when it actually happened. It’s just difficult, I've been dealing with all this for so long.”

There was something in her voice, the way her eyes seemed glazed over, the way she lost herself in deep thought, the way her hands tremble as if she could break down right here, it was all Tae could do to keep from crying. This whole situation wasn't fair, they didn't deserve this. Especially not her.

“This is all new to me. I thought you were just ignoring me because you were already in a committed relationship, not because...” his voice died out as he realized what he was saying.

Not because you weren't my soulmate, too.

Her face contorted in what seemed like guilt or empathy for just a split second.

“I had no idea about Jungkook. To be honest, I wondered why he attached himself to me from the beginning, but I figured he was just friendly.” He was only half-joking.

She let out a genuine laugh and shook her head as if to say “that’s ridiculous, you idiot.”

“I just always assumed soulmate’s came in pairs.” He finished. Her giggles died down to a small, sad smile.

“Me too.”

After a moment of thought, she looked him in the eyes with sternness.

“I need you to be honest with me. How often have you seen him since you two met?”

“He’s scheduled at least six meetings with me.”

There was a flash of melancholy that crossed her face.

“He told me he was working overtime.”

She didn’t seem surprised, just a bit sad while she nodded her head and eyed the hardcover in her hands. Tae wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold her hand, to comfort her as much as he possibly could. But he knew that would be inappropriate, considering the current situation. So instead he studied her. Her mannerisms, the details of her face, the way her hair fell, the curve her neck that peeked out through her oversized nit sweater, the color of her fingernails, the twinkle in her eyes, the way the light from the window hit her features just right, making her look like a perfect muse for a painting. She was ethereal. And he was falling hard.

Taehyung searched her face as he contemplated confessing his feeling for her. To some extent, she probably knew. But she didn't know how he’s gotten but a wink of sleep since they met. She couldn't know that he can’t bring himself to bear the thought of never being able to be with her. There was no way for her to know how weak she made him, how he feels like sighing when she so much as speaks his name. She couldn't know. He felt like such an idiot, falling for someone he’s had a handful of words with. Then, he remembered his own soulmate-paired parents and the story of how they met. “Love at first sight,” his mother would always tell him, “It was like a light switch that could never be turned off. It was immediate and felt so natural, like breathing.” His mother had always been a hopeless romantic, that's where he got it from.

He took a moment before taking the chance.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night we met at the restaurant, Y/n. I’ve wanted so badly to see you but something inside told me that I’d never be able to get over you if I saw you again. And I was right. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

She finally let out the breath she’d been holding. She looked overwhelmed, which was understandable.

She met his gaze and for the first time, it felt like she’d actually seen him.

“Taehyung,” Her voice was filled with sympathy when she reached over to ever so gently place her hand on top of his own, alighting his skin.

“I think the first step is breaking the news to Jungkook.”

—

*Two weeks ago*

Jungkook sat at the tiny little not-so-busy cafe with a warm coffee in his cold hands. The weather had been getting so chilly lately. He instantly thought of you and how adorably whiny you get when your cold.

He grinned fondly as he plans a sweet little movie night, with lots of blankets and warm snacks as the fireplace crackles. He just wants to snuggle up with you while watching horror movies.

He brings the coffee to his lips once again as his thoughts snap back to the current situation.

His company had given him free rein over the cover of his new album. It was the first time he’d have full control over the aesthetic points and he was ecstatic. He had so many ideas rushing through his head constantly ever since he heard the news.

So many ideas, in fact, that he thought it’d be best to meet with a professional to find the absolute right path to go down. He didn’t know if he’d get another chance like this so he had to make it count. It had to be perfect.

It took about two minutes to find the perfect person for the project.

He was a well-established freelance artist that had worked with many different celebrities before, and his portfolio was amazing. Jungkook was impressed immediately and made the first call.

Which turned out to be the best and worst decision of his life.

He heard the bell to the cafe ring softly but paid it no mind as he was so lost in thought.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

At the sound of his name, he looked up to find the most handsome man Jungkook had ever seen. Dressed in all black except for the leopard print coat he had slung over his broad shoulders. His hair was a dark silver styled in loose waves, longer at the nape. Several piercings adorned his ears and he sported a plethora of rings with a simple silver coin pendant necklace. The man had already moved to take a seat in the booth across from him.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, we spoke over the phone? Good to meet you.”

It was all Jungkook could do not to scream.

What the hell? What the hell? No. No way, this can’t be happening! No! This isn’t real!

Taehyung hadn’t been paying too much attention to Jungkook’s silence, going ahead and pulling out different works and sketches from his bag to show Jungkook as references.

“From what you told me over the phone, I kind of went ahead and made a few rough drafts, you know? This one, I think, is my favorite.”

Taehyung pushed a piece of paper with beautiful different colors on it. Jungkook had to blink away the tears from his eyes. Jungkook’s eyes couldn’t even focus, they darted around the vicinity.

“Come on now, it’s not that good. Don’t cry.”

It was so good, so good. He’d literally never seen anything like it before. This was the first object he was able to focus on in what felt like hours at this point.

“I- I’m sorry I have to g-go. Um.. I’ll uh.. call you.” Jungkook new he looked absolutely insane, slamming his laptop and packing up in a panic.

To his surprise, Taehyung hadn’t looked angry at all, just confused.

“Oh, okay. So rain check, then?” He asked.

“Y-yes, rain check.”

With that, he ran out of the building, with a migraine unlike anything he’s ever had.

That night he had told you about Tae. He’d felt your heartbreak but had convinced you to stay, yet again.

Right before you two had fallen asleep that night he made you a silent promise.

He would make this work. He’d find a way to keep you from leaving, and to keep you happy.

—Two days later—

He made a phone call to Tae. They rescheduled their meeting. He kept it as professional as he possibly could. But he felt it, the pull of the Bond. He would have given anything just to touch Tae.

But not you. He won’t give you up.

He wondered how Tae so seemingly effortlessly hid how much he wanted Jungkook. I mean, he must be hurting so much, too. Jungkook felt a pang if guilt.

This was a mistake.

He shouldn’t have rescheduled. He should have gone with another designer for his album cover. He should have deleted Tae’s number. It would have been less painful for everyone involved.

But that’s easier said than done. Ever since he met Tae, it was almost like he couldn’t breathe if Tae wasn’t there. And seeing him again just solidified the fact that everything is so much... so much brighter when Taehyung’s near.

Jungkook is completely hooked.

That’s why Jungkook kept seeing Tae. Throughout the next week or so he scheduled so many meetings with the beautiful artist.

He told you he was just working extra hours.

Jungkook he fell deeper each time he saw Tae. The meetings became less and less professional and more personal. Jungkook learned Tae was from Daegu, that his parents were farmers, that he is the oldest sibling, that he can sing, and that Tae had the most wonderfully weird sense of humor.

However, each time Tae would crack a joke and send him one of those lovely smiles, Jungkook’s heart would clench in guilt.

Tae reminded him of you. The same odd, sarcastic sense of humor. The same bright smile.

He kept thinking how betrayed you’d look when you found out about these secret meetings.

“Hey, Tae, I have someone I’d like you to meet. I think you’d like her.”

If only he knew back then how right he was.

-Present-

Jungkook sat at his desk finishing up the editing for his new single. He’d felt so guilty due to all the time he’d put into meeting Tae behind your back. He planned on taking you out tonight to compensate. But that was before he got the text that made his heart drop.

Please meet me as soon as you can. I’m at the little bookstore on the corner. It’s important.

I’m with Taehyung.

He didn’t bother shutting his laptop or even grabbing his bag when he rushed through the door of his office.

He had the most gut-wrenchingly terrible feeling about this.

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