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It had taken two years for everything to fall in to place. Two years of tears, tantrums and laughter. It was the laughter that kept them all going when things got tough.
Because being in a polyamorous relationship with six other men was anything but easy, yet none of them could possibly imagine life any other way now. They’d all moved in together. Luckily Taehyung had the connections to get them a big enough place.
Seokjin’s restaurant had recently celebrated its one-year anniversary and was a huge success, there was talk of him opening a second. Photos from the anniversary party lined the walls of their massive, shared apartment.
Jungkook’s acting roles kept getting bigger and bigger. Jimin had set up a wall where he collected all of his posters and got them framed (“Please stop that Jimin, it’s embarrassing.” “No it’s not Kook, we’re all so proud of you!”) Taehyung’s clothing line had sold out completely, Jimin and Hoseok were doing more renowned gigs all the time and Yoongi had released a mix-tape, to great acclaim.
Namjoon had finished the book on time and had released his second collection of poetry “Persona”. It had won the Society of Korean Poets "Young Poet Award".
They were all getting ready to go to the ceremony and Namjoon could barely keep the tremble from his hands.
“Here, let me help,” offered Taehyung soothingly, tying his tie for him.
“Th-thanks,” Namjoon nodded, breath shaky.
“You’re so amazing baby, you deserve this.” Hoseok whispered gently, rubbing an assuring hand down his back.
“Hey, is Mikrokosmos about me by the way?” smirked Jimin.
“Umm…well…all the poems are about…all of you really.” Namjoon could feel his face heating up.
“Yeah, but it’s about me the most, right?” Jimin winked and Namjoon immediately understood that he was trying to put him at ease. He giggled, some of his nervousness lifting, like sunlight piercing through a hazy sky.
“Jimin, knock it off,” laughed Yoongi, cuffing the younger man jokily across the ear.
“Mikrokosmos,” Taehyung hums deeply, smoothing Namjoon’s tie in to his waistcoat, “say, how does it feel Joonie, being at the centre of this little universe?”
“I’m not the centre! We’re each our own planet, all of us orbiting around the other.”
“That’s beautiful,” Seokjin squeezed his arm.
“Guys, this might sound super cheesy…” Jungkook paused thoughtfully, bambi eyes wide, “but I feel like…we were all supposed to find one another.”
“Like destiny?” ventured Yoongi.
“Exactly,” nodded Jungkook, ears reddening as he stared at the floor.
Despite how much he’d grown, he was still their shy baby. Namjoon pulled him in for a hug.
“Oh Kook…it’s crazy you’d say that…because…I believe that too.”
“Really hyung?” Jungkook looked up at him, chocolate orbs sparkling.
“I honestly do. No matter what lives we’re living, what we’re doing elsewhere in that big old galaxy…I believe we seven shall reunite and find each other.”
“Alternate and parallel universes huh? Cool,” laughed Hoseok.
Taking Namjoon and Jungkook’s hands, Yoongi stared out at the starry sky and the twinkling Seoul skyline.
“I wonder what the other us are doing right now then…”
“I wonder, indeed.”
“Well I tell you what the “us” in this dimension need to be doing,” Seokjin frowned, waiting for a response. But his boyfriends just stared at him confused. “…getting in the car! Come on people! We’re going to be late.”
“Thank goodness we have you, hyung,” smiled Namjoon.
“No Joon,” Seokjin wrapped an arm around him as they made their way to the front door. “Thank goodness we all have you.”
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EPILOGUE
“Honey I’m home!” sang Hoseok, walking through to their sitting room and kicking off his trainers. He spotted Namjoon on the opposite couch, looking distinctly glassy eyed.
“Oh hoh, hoh, what do we have here?” he jogged over to sit beside the tall man.
“H-hey Hobi-hyung.”
Hoseok sized him up, he seemed…a bit jumpy.
“What’s up Joon?”
“Umm…Taehyung said I was working too much...getting too stressed…he said I had to come sit here," his speech was slow, almost slurred.
“Oh did he now,” Hoseok smiled. “What else?”
“He umm…helped me to relax…told me I had to stay here…and…and…”
“And what baby?” Hoseok’s voice dropped to a deep purr.
“…ask everyone I see to take care of me.”
Now Hoseok was closer he could hear the distinct whirring noise.
“Joon, is there…a toy inside of you?”
Namjoon’s back arched and his hips lurched forwards, a little cry tearing itself from his plump lips.
“Yes there is,” came a smooth voice. Seokjin rounded the corner, a remote in his hand, “This naughty boy was working so hard he didn’t eat lunch or dinner and had the gall to think I wouldn’t notice.”
Hoseok chuckled, “I see Jin-hyung.”
“H-hobi, hyung, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Namjoon made a choked noise, grasping at Hoseok.
“P-please touch me.”
“Sure thing sweetie,” grinned Hoseok, reaching forward to pull Namjoon’s sweats down, revealing his cock and his red, dripping hole.
“What’s this, pet?” smirked Hoseok, circling his finger around his entrance, feeling the vibrations from the toy.
“Our beloved muscle bunny already had his way with him before he headed out, as well as our own resident grumpy cat,” explained Seokjin. “Isn’t that right? You’ve already been spoiled by your boyfriends but your greedy little hole wants more, doesn’t it? Who’s our insatiable little slut?”
“Hot,” breathed Hoseok, his own dick chubbing up as he ran an elegant finger down Namjoon’s length, glistening with pre-cum.
“Hey guys! I’m back,” an airy voice filled the room, “what’s going on…oh-" Jimin’s full lips formed a pretty pout of surprise, before a wicked smile curved his mouth.
“Hiya Jimin,” waved Hoseok.
“Heya! Has Joon been bad again?”
“Oh very bad,” affirmed Jin, turning the toy up to the next speed, causing Namjoon to moan and grab the couch cushions desperately.
“Excellent.” Jimin licked his lips, quickly shedding his jacket before moving over to the sofa.
“Jiminie,” Namjoon whined.
“I’m here my love, we all are. Let’s take care of you.”