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Big brother and I have been roughhousing lately and it’s so much fun! See I just pretend like I’m so much stronger than him and then he pins me down by the throat and shows me exactly why he’s big brother.
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In medieval times, in Merlin, Arthur and the other knights slap each other, sit super close, and whatnot. Probably would slap each other's arses, if they weren't always wearing chainmail.
So, Arthur slaps the knights on the edge of their shoulders. But with Merlin, it's always close to the neck/shoulder joint. Can't quite keep from cupping Merlin's face and confessing his love.
Well, I think.
Obviously all their touches are deliciously unnecessary.
And Arthur always looks inexplicably (pretty explainable, actually) sad when he says stuff like, "we can't be friends," and that one scene when he thinks Merlin has feelings for Morgana, and he says, "she can't be your friend, let alone anything else," but it was contemplative and sad like he wasn't really talking about Morgana...
And obviously, none of this is especially revelatory—but it's sort of a eureka moment that there's all this fodder and the tidbits are titillating.
summary: Jungkook, Seokjin, and Jimin meet up to kick around a soccer ball.
🔞 minors/ageless bios dni
Jimin waves when he sees Seokjin and Jungkook drive up in Seokjin’s brand new fancy sports car, grinning at the look of concentration on Seokjin’s face as carefully pulls into a parking spot.
The scent of freshly cut grass fills the air and reminds Jimin of their college days, when they’d be out on the field for hours every day for practice, and he breathes in a nice deep lungful of it, closing his eyes and letting himself reminisce for a moment.
A sneeze from Jungkook brings him back to the present.
“hhh-HTSHCH’uh!”
“Yah, Jungkookie, not all over my baby!”
Jungkook, cheeks pink, glares at Seokjin and uses his sleeve to wipe at the side of the car.
“I’m surprised you brought her out today,” Jimin chuckles, slinging his arm around Seokjin’s waist. “Aren’t you worried about grass stains? You know how dirty and sweaty Jungkook likes to get.”
“He’s actually walking home,” Seokjin smirks.
Jungkook sniffs hard and sticks his tongue out at Seokjin. Shouldering his backpack and adjusting the soccer ball under his other arm, his gaze moves to Jimin’s hand around Seokjin’s waist, and Jimin tightens his grip, both eyebrows raising in amusement.
“Careful,” Seokjin whispers, low and silky. “You’ll make him jealous.”
Jungkook sticks his tongue out again and drops the ball to the ground, booting it in the direction of the fields before taking off after it. Seokjin and Jimin laugh and follow behind, watching Jungkook slow down and start to dribble in a zig-zagging pattern until they catch up to him.
The park is nearly empty and the sun is just starting to set, casting an orange-pink glow across the sky. Jimin takes another deep breath, grinning from ear to ear.
Suddenly, Jungkook comes to a complete stop right in front of them. Seokjin dodges around him with a complaint and steals the ball from him, but Jimin stops too, watching Jungkook’s face because he’s– well, Jimin doesn’t know exactly what’s happening with Jungkook’s face.
At first, it looks like he’s about to cry, the corners of his mouth turning down and his brows drawing together in the middle, blinking rapidly as his breathing quickens.
“Kook?” Jimin leans in. “Are you okay?”
Jungkook nods, then shakes his head back and forth. Jimin can see tears forming in his eyes, and he’s starting to make soft, whining sounds in the back of his throat, but before Jimin can say or do anything else Jungkook finally reveals what he’s making such a fuss about– a sneeze.
“hh’hgxsht!” He squashes the sneeze into the palm of his hand, shaking his head again afterwards with an adorably confused look on his face.
“Oh! Bless you,” Jimin laughs.
When they catch up with Seokjin, they find a spot to do a few quick stretches while Seokjin dribbles circles around them.
It happens again as they’re passing the ball around to each other– Jungkook sneezing, that is– but unlike Jimin, Seokjin can tell exactly what’s happening as soon as it starts.
“hhh…Hh–!” Jungkook focuses on something in the distance, one of his hands hovering in front of his mouth.
“Pineapple!” Seokjin shouts in his face.
Jungkook blinks a few times, looking confused, and then plants both of his hands on Seokjin’s chest with a snarl and shoves him hard.
“You asshole– ahh’HTCHSH!”
Seokjin cackles from the ground.
“Pineapple?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.
“It’s supposed to stop a sneeze,” Seokjin explains. “Never works on Jungkookie though.”
Jungkook tugs the collar of his shirt away and ducks down to sneeze twice more, chin tucked to his chest. “htshx! ahh’HTSH!’
“Bless you,” Jimin can’t help but coo, his worry growing when he catches sight of Jungkook’s watering eyes as he emerges from his shirt.
But Jungkook is completely undeterred by his concern, or by the sneezing. He spots Seokjin on the ground and pounces, landing on top of him and grinning triumphantly.
“Get off of me,” Seokjin protests, rolling them over until Jungkook slides off of him and lands on the ground next to him.
Jimin is struck with a very sudden, very intense feeling as he watches the two of them roughhouse. He inhales sharply, his cheeks burning, and quickly turns away. “We gonna play?” He calls out over his shoulder, thankful that his voice doesn’t waver.
Jungkook and Seokjin jump up and brush themselves off. As Jimin dribbles the ball over to the goal, he can hear them bickering back and forth with each other, and he grins.
When he turns back around, he sees Jungkook scrubbing at his nose. Seokjin looks over and notices too, and he smirks when Jungkook starts huffing out breaths of air in an almost dramatic fashion, his face scrunching up.
“Are you okay, Jungkookie?” Jimin asks, at the exact same time that Seokjin says, “You sound ridiculous. What are you even doing right now?”
Jungkook makes a small, involuntary whimpering sound in response. His nostrils flare and his eyes squeeze shut. Just as he’s about to seemingly sneeze, Seokjin reaches over and twists his nipple through his shirt, and then darts away when Jungkook swats at him.
“Asshole!” He shouts, running after Seokjin as he makes a loop around the field.
Seokjin is slower than Jungkook, but he easily outruns him because Jungkook stops halfway and bends forward with the sneeze Seokjin had cut off. Jimin can hear the sound of it echo across the field.
Slowing down as Jungkook’s sneeze rings out, Seokjin comes to a stop right next to Jimin, panting slightly. “He’s so easy to rile up,” he chuckles under his breath, and when Jimin looks at him he can see something more than just amusement in his gaze.
Jimin shifts back and forth between his feet, a heat curling in his belly due to– well, he’s not exactly sure what. The thought of Jungkook, being so easy to rile up, as Seokjin had put it? Seokjin’s persistent teasing, his pursual to get a reaction out of Jungkook?
It’s definitely something about the way Seokjin and Jungkook are interacting with each other. It always gets to Jimin, and it always leads to the same place, and he feels almost on edge with the anticipation of it.
“Fuck,” Jungkook suddenly gasps, stopping in his tracks just before he reaches them. He pulls the collar of his shirt up over his mouth and nose again, turning away, though his muffled voice is still audible. “Fuck– please, just– yes…o-okayy’ehhh–!”
It takes Jimin a moment to realize that he’s doing his weird pre-sneeze thing again, huffing and puffing and making obscene noises as he struggles with the sneeze.
“Come on,” Jungkook is begging, breathless, face still half-hidden beneath his shirt.
Glancing over at Jimin, Seokjin smirks. “You okay over there, Kook?”
Jimin puts his hands on his hips, watching as Jungkook makes another whimpering sound.
Jungkook takes a few steps and then stops again. He goes completely silent as the dramatic build up reaches its climax, all of the muscles in his neck and shoulder visibly straining, and then he gasps again– and when he finally sneezes, he does it with his entire body, shuddering through it as he bends his knees and folds at the waist, the sound ringing out through the park.
“HTCHSH! Thank fuck, yes,” he moans loudly afterward, and Seokjin snorts loudly.
Wiping tears from his eyes, Jungkook lets his shirt fall back into place and turns back around. When he sees Jimin and Seokjin staring at him, a blush spreads across his cheeks. “What?”
“That wasn’t…normal,” Jimin replies, rolling his eyes when Jungkook pouts at him.
Seokjin nods, but his expression is a little more concerned now. “Are you allergic to grass or something?”
To their surprise, Jungkook nods. “Yeah. Think so.”
“What?” Jimin screeches. “Since when?”
“Since like, a year ago. I don’t know, the doctor said allergies can develop at any time, so…”
“So you’re just allergic to grass?” Seokjin gasps.
“That’s what I literally just said.”
“At least you have a cute sneeze,” Jimin tells him, walking over and patting him on the back. “Taehyungie is allergic to grass and, well…you’ve heard him sneeze before.”
“The entire universe has heard Taehyung sneeze before,” Seokjin quips.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and sniffles. “Can we please stop talking about sneezing and just play?”
Seokjin passes him the ball. “Yeah. If you stop sneezing, we’ll play.”
“Wait,” Jimin protests. “Do you think this is a good idea? Shouldn’t you at least take some kind of allergy medication or something first?”
And just like that, he steals the ball from Jimin and takes off in the opposite direction.
For a while after that, they play without any other interruptions. Jungkook runs twice as much and plays twice as hard as either Jimin or Seokjin, and soon he’s drenched in sweat, his skin glistening and his smile glowing and full of joy.
“This is great,” he exclaims, dragging his sleeve across his forehead. “I really needed this.” he looks down at his shirt, now soaked through with sweat, and shrugs once before reaching for the hem and tugging it up and over his head.
As he tosses it to the side, he looks over to see both Seokjin and Jimin watching.
“Like what you see?” He asks, flexing as he smirks at them.
“Yeah,” Jimin and Seokjin both reply simultaneously.
Jungkook looks pleased at their response. He winks at Seokjin, and when his gaze slides over to Jimin his expression softens a little, his smile bright as he takes in the flush on his face.
“Good,” he responds simply, and then runs over to stand in the goal. “Let’s keep going.”
Jimin feels another rush of something– excitement and arousal and adrenaline, all mixed together. He loves watching Jungkook like this, so carefree and competitive and happy. And as he watches Seokjin aim ball after ball towards the goal, he can see a similar look on his face too.
Seokjin passes Jimin the ball, and Jimin kicks it hard toward Jungkook, expecting him to stop it easily like he has been.
Instead, Jungkook loses focus right as Jimin sends the ball toward him, his hands going toward his face. He sneezes right as the ball hits him in the gut, and he crumples to the ground, falling backward with a startled grunt.
Seokjin and Jimin are at his side in an instant.
“Shit, Kook, you okay?” Jimin asks, squatting down beside him. “I’m so sorry!”
Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his face contorted in pain. It doesn’t last very long, luckily, and he presses a hand to his bare stomach where the ball had made contact.
“Barely hurts,” he huffs out. “Abs of steel.”
Jimin lets out a relieved laugh, his fingers itching to cover Jungkook’s. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were about to sneeze.”
“Neither did I,” Jungkook grumbles, closing his eyes again for a moment and sniffing hard.
“Hey, at least you’re not sneezing now,” Seokjin jokes, extending his hand to help Jungkook sit up. “Can’t sneeze when you’ve had the wind knocked out of you.”
“Very funny,” Jungkook groans. He lifts a hand and scratches the back of his neck. “Fuck, I’m all itchy now.”
“Don’t scratch,” Jimin instructs, gently nudging his hand back down toward his lap.
Seokjin stands, jogging over to where their stuff is in a pile and grabbing something.
“This should help,” Seokjin announces, and less than a second later he’s pouring an entire bottle of water over Jungkook’s head.
Jimin jumps back just in time to avoid getting wet, but Jungkook is soaked, his hair dripping into his face and water running down his torso.
Slowly, Jungkook pushes his hair back and wipes the water away from his eyes. “You’re really going to regret doing that,” he growls, glaring up at Seokjin.
“Hey I’m just trying to wash the grass off. I’m helping you– oh, fuck! Jimin, help me!”
Seokjin shrieks and runs away as fast as he can, Jungkook sprinting after him with a murderous look in his eyes. He gains on Seokjin very quickly, and catches him within a minute, wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug and tackling him to the ground.
“Help!” Seokjin wails, but Jimin isn’t too worried about helping him.
Especially not when Jungkook easily manhandles Seokjin onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms up above his head.
Jimin isn’t worried about anything when he sees that, his brain short-circuiting because fuck if he’s not suddenly getting hard in his shorts. He cups one hand in front of his crotch and makes his way over to the pair of them– to help Seokjin, he tells himself. Not to get a closer look at the action.
“Jungkook, let me go!”
Seokjin writhes around, trying to buck Jungkook off of him, but his bulk is making it nearly impossible for Seokjin to move. As he grins down at Seokjin, Jungkook leans forward, pressing more weight against his wrists. His biceps look especially big and Jimin takes a nice long look at them and thinks about all of the times he’s been either in this same position– watching Jungkook pin Seokjin– or in Seokjin’s position under Jungkook.
Fuck. Jimin glances around to check that no one else is around.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s smug expression falters, and his jaw goes slack.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna sneeze again,” Jungkook pants, his breath hitching as his nose twitches visibly.
“Um,” Seokjin gulps nervously, trying again to flip Jungkook off of him but still unable to. “You’re gonna let go of me now, right?”
Jungkook’s breath hitches again and his thighs tense around Seokjin’s hips. Seokjin tries to move, but Jungkook is too strong.
“Jungkook, let go of me!” Seokjin yelps. “Don’t you dare sneeze on me, you little shit.”
But Jungkook is too distracted by the oncoming sneeze– it’s teasing him, taking his entire concentration.
Finally, as his breath begins to hitch, his hold loosens and Seokjin is able to break free. He shoves Jungkook off of him and pops up, grumbling and straightening his clothes out.
Jungkook gets to his feet, too, but Jimin can see that he’s still struggling. There are tears streaming down his face now, and he’s alternating between gasping inhales and scrubbing roughly at his itchy nose.
Eventually, Seokjin goes back near him, looking a bit wary. With one finger, he reaches out and pokes Jungkook in the belly button.
“H-hey! Jungkook gasps, blinking and rubbing his nose harshly. “Ugh. I fucking lost it,” he groans with a sniffle.
“If this is what you’re like after taking allergy meds, then you must be really allergic to grass,” Seokjin comments, and for the first time he looks more concerned than anything.
“You okay?” Jimin asks Jungkook. He’s been thinking the same thing that Seokjin had just voiced– he wonders if there’s something else that Jungkook can take to help relieve the symptoms.
“Let’s call it a night. I could use a shower,” Jimin decides. “You guys can come back to my place, if you want?”
Seokjin smirks. “Oh? We can all come over to shower?”
Jimin swallows. “What?” He replies defensively. “You’re saying you don’t need a shower?”
“Are you really inviting us over to shower, though?” Seokjin asks, taking a step closer. “Or are you inviting us over so Jungkook can pin me down and fuck me while you watch?”
“I vote for both,” Jungkook quips from behind, and Jimin spins around to see him smirking too, his gaze moving down Jimin’s body and back up again.
“It’s been a while since we’ve all played together,” Seokjin whispers, leaning in. “We can start with a shower, though.”
The sound of Jungkook blowing his nose has Seokjin jerking back. They look over to see Jungkook with his nose buried in a tissue that he seemingly had pulled out of nowhere.
“Way to ruin the mood, Kook,” Seokjin complains, but Jimin knows there’s nothing now that can extinguish the fire that’s now burning within him.
They gather their things quickly. Jungkook pulls his shirt back on and looks surprisingly fine– his reddened nose the only indication of his allergic suffering. Still, Jimin can’t help but feel worried about him as he slips into the back seat of Seokjin’s car, his skin prickling with anticipation.
“Aw, Kook. You sound so stuffy,” he murmurs when Jungkook tries to blow his nose again.
Jungkook looks back at him. “I don’t know if I can fuck you when you’re looking at me like that,” he whines, squirming under Jimin’s gaze.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re worried,” Jungkook says, gesturing towards Jimin’s face.
“He is worried,” Seokjin interrupts. His eyes meet Jimin’s in the rearview mirror. “That’s just how Jimin is.” He glances over at Jungkook. “Let him worry. Trust me, it’s worth it. Also, you do sound really terrible right now. You’re probably triggering some kind of protective instinct he has.”
Jimin’s cheeks are on fire. “I’m sorry for caring,” he mumbles, even though he’s not.
“Wait, no,” Seokjin says, snapping his fingers. “It’s an instinct to make sure you’re healthy and strong. So you can properly hold me down.”
“Oh my god,” Jimin groans, covering his face with both hands. “Please just shut up.”
“I don’t dislike it,” Jungkook says after a moment, his voice a little softer. Jimin peeks at him to see that he’s looking back again. “But you don’t have to worry so much.”
“Noted,” Jimin replies. His face is still hot, and now he’s imagining Jungkook pinning Seokjin down again.
Just as they’re pulling into the driveway, Jungkook’s hands fly up to his face.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, his voice high-pitched.
“What?” Seokjin looks over in alarm.
“I’m…I’m gonna sneeze again…”
“Not in my car, you’re not!”
“Come on,” Jimin laughs, reaching up to squeeze Jungkook’s shoulder. “Let’s get you inside, where we can take your mind off of those allergies.”
