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Let’s get to the point and bypass all formalities - Jimin had made a mistake.
A very stupid, very grave mistake.
One that he knew could only lead to shit.
However, being the genius that he was, Park Jimin still allowed himself to fall in love with his two best friends.
Who were already in a relationship.
Together.
Everyone had known they’d get together; the two were painfully obvious in their affection.
Lingering touches and longing looks were enough to have everyone in the near vicinity gag with the sweetness of it all.
Jimin, however, loved seeing it. His two best friends were so happy when they were together, and it seemed that that happiness was only amplified by their developed relationship.
Jimin also, however, couldn’t help the sadness seeping through his veins when those loving stares they gave each other made them completely forget Jimin was even in the room with them.
Thankfully, this was not one of those times.
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s concerned tone was enough to shake Jimin out of his stupor of self pity. “The bath is ready, do you you want me to carry you? I think I’ll carry you... Just let me...”
Jimin giggles as Jungkook promptly picks him up, carrying him quickly and effortlessly into the bathroom.
The tub was filled with warm water, the pretty pink flowers floating softly at the top. The light in the spacious bathroom was dimmed, the mood gentle.
Jungkook slowly undresses Jimin, a soft furrow of concern in his eyebrows while he takes off his shirt, touching him like he was something precious.
It was times like these that Jimin had to try his hardest to push down the love waiting to spill from his lips; Jungkook and Taehyung were always so soft with him, so gentle in a way that could only be described as loving.
“Hyung,” Jungkook pouts, “I told you to stay home for at least a week. And now look at you! Taetae,” Jungkook whines, addressing Taehyung without turning around as the man walks into the bathroom, “our poor baby is so tired, he passed out!”
Taehyung huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and doing his best to appear intimidating.
And well, as Jimin takes in his best friend’s annoyed pout, lanky arms, and narrowed eyes, he can’t seem to stop himself from cooing.
Taehyung gasps, dramatically holding a hand to his chest, clearly affronted. “Hey!” he says indignantly. “Stop that, I’m mad at you!”
Jungkook chuckles and gently picks Jimin up, setting him in the tub with care, and Jimin sighs at the feeling of the warm water caressing his body.
Taehyung walks further into the bathroom and crouches next to the man in the tub, running a hand through Jimin’s pretty blond hair that was pulled back from his forehead.
“Minnie,” Taehyung admonishes, “we both told you to stay at home. You can’t keep overworking yourself like this; I mean look at you - you look like shit!”
Jimin snorts, “Gee thanks. You sure know how to raise my crumbling self esteem.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes while Jungkook crouches beside him, reaching out to Jimin to begin slowly washing his body with a soft towel and Jimin’s favorite body wash.
“You know that’s not what I mean, Minnie. You always look gorgeous. But it’s kind of hard to overlook those dark ass bags under your eyes and your constant limbo like state.” Taehyung sighs, leaning forward to kiss Jimin’s forehead, “I just want you to take it easy, okay? Rest for a little.”
Ignoring his pounding heart, Jimin bites his lip in apprehension. “But what if-”
“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts sternly, “we’re not taking any excuses. We can’t have our baby passing out any more, okay? It’ll make us look like bad best friends.”
Jimin narrows his eyes at him. “I’m not a baby.”
Taehyung snorts. “Minnie, you’re the babiest baby to have ever babied, okay? Just accept it.”
Rolling his eyes, Jimin leans back more into the tub. For now, he’d let them take care of him; he’d bask in the sensation of love the men were exuding.
For now, he’d let himself believe that the kisses on his cheeks and the touches on his body meant something more.
~
There are only five times Park Jimin slipped up and let his emotions shine through within the course of Jungkook and Taehyung’s relationship.
Case #1:
In a brief moment of pure genius, Jimin decided to flirt back.
It was obviously his top tier intelligence that prompted Yoongi to respond: wow, way to go dumbass. you never fail to fucking amaze me. when he texted him later relaying the events in panic.
And yes, he knows that you probably think it took him an unimaginably long time to think of such an eloquent idea, but if so, you are sadly mistaken.
He knows it’s almost impossible to believe, but it’s the truth.
Because Jimin didn’t think at all when Jungkook had said, “Damn hyung, why are you so pretty...” and Jimin, in all his intellectual glory, had replied with “Thank you, but I feel much prettier when my clothes are off. Do you wanna find out why?”
And yeah, in those moments after he realized what he’d just implied to his best friend who was dating his other best fucking friend, he panicked a little.
Jungkook, however, had a completely different reaction.
After his initial and understandable surprise, Jungkook stares at him intensely.
And maybe Jimin had an overactive imagination, or maybe he really did see the way Jungkook’s eyes darkened at his words.
“Yeah,” the taller man says, walking over to where Jimin stood frozen, his task of folding their laundry temporarily halting. “Yeah, I do. Will you show me, hyung?”
Jimin’s breath hitches at the sudden change of the mood in the room, the air suddenly harder to breathe in, the clothes suddenly heavier than before, the bed he stood in front of suddenly burning the backs of his thighs, and holy shit, is it just me or is it really fucking hot in here?
“Hm?” Jungkook tilts his head, and if Jimin wasn’t so convinced that Jungkook was just messing with him, that he didn’t really mean for his flirting to be taken seriously, he might’ve recognized the smirk forming on Jungkook’s face as the same one he gets when he subtly teases Taehyung. “Come on, baby, please?” Jungkook leans in and Jimin swallows roughly when he noses at his jawline. “Will you let me see you, hyung?”
Jimin gathers what little self control he has left to push Jungkook back gently, a blush high on his cheeks as he looks down at the floor, clearing his throat.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Kook. Sorry for teasing back, I know you were just playing with me and I took it too far,” Jimin rambles cutely, “I’ll just, like, keep folding clothes. Okay? Okay. And we can pretend that never happened. I wouldn’t want Tae to be mad at me for trying to seduce his boyfriend, would I?”
Jungkook’s coo catches Jimin’s attention after he awkwardly laughs, making him tilt his head in confusion.
“You’re so cute~” it sounded like he was almost pained by that fact, and Jimin rolls his eyes and huffs. “Aw, Jiminie. Don’t be mad at me, I just can’t help myself. Aigoo, just look at your adorable pout!”
Jimin’s eyes narrow and he resolutely looks away from Jungkook’s wide smile, mumbling something like, “that’s hyung to you, brat.” while angrily tapping his foot against the floor.
“Hmm,” Jungkook hums, and Jimin’s eyes widen, recognizing the teasing lilt to the younger’s tone. “Do you like being called that?” He steps forward, resting a hand on Jimin’s waist and hungrily taking in the way Jimin’s Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow. “You like being called hyung?”
Just as Jimin was about to push his infuriatingly hot brat of a dongsaeng back out of his personal space to get that large, veiny hand off his waist and that hot breath from next to his ear, another voice enters the conversation.
“I think he does, Kookie,” Taehyung says, and Jimin could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I think he likes it when you call him hyung, yeah? Tell us, Minnie,” he goes to stand behind him, and Jimin gasps softly when he feels his ass being grabbed shamelessly; it was something they did to each other often, but in this atmosphere with Jungkook looking into his eyes like that and Taehyung squeezing the large globes of flesh behind him with his fucking mouth at his ear? Yeah, no. “You like it, don’t you?”
Jimin just barely conceals his whimper by biting his plush bottom lip, but that didn’t really matter because Jungkook slowly runs his finger over his lips before separating Jimin’s teeth from it, gently forcing it open.
“I think he does, Tae,” Jungkook says, and Jimin instinctively closes his mouth when the younger eases his thumb into the soft warmth of his mouth. “And I think that extends to the bedroom too.”
Jimin lets out a small, almost silent whimper, but Jungkook and Taehyung catch it just fine, and if he goes by the way Taehyung presses harder into his backside (holy shit he has a fucking boner), catching Jimin’s earlobe in his mouth and Jungkook bites his lip before staring down longingly at Jimin’s plump lips still wrapped around his fingers, now softly sucking, then he can see that they’re liking this as much as he is.
Taehyung gives a kitten lick to Jimin’s earlobe. “Why don’t we find out, hm?” He noses his way lightly down to Jimin’s pretty, cream colored neck before gently sucking a hickey into it, and Jimin lets out the softest, prettiest little moan, but he’d never admit to it if you asked him.
“Shit, baby,” Jungkook groans, beginning to slowly fuck his thumb in and out of Jimin’s deliciously warm, wet mouth, hand tightening on Jimin’s dainty waist. “Tae,” he almost whines, not able to think of anything other than replacing his thumb with his cock, “Tae, he’s so-”
“Shhh,” Taehyung says, his tone understanding to Jungkook’s plight; though Jimin had no idea what his plight actually was, since he was too focused on sucking on Jungkook’s fingers - loving the weight of them in his mouth, though he longed for something heavier - and containing the sounds threatening to escape his mouth from Taehyung licking and sucking at his neck. “I know, baby. You want to make your hyung feel good, don’t you? You want to hear his pretty little moans more?”
Jungkook and Jimin moan at the same time, though Jimin’s bordered more on a whimper as he sucks with new enthusiasm at Taehyung’s words, the image of Jungkook’s tongue fucking into his entrance flashing through his mind.
“And you want it too, don’t you?” Taehyung’s deep, baritone voice whispers into his ear, sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine. Jungkook presses closer (he also had a boner, and Jimin notes with a soft whine that both the men were rather well-endowed, for lack of a better term), licking and sucking on the skin of Jimin’s smooth collarbone almost desperately.
Taehyung begins a slow grind against Jimin’s plump ass, groaning as he gets the friction he so desperately needed. He stretches his hands out further, grabbing Jungkook’s waist to bring him closer to Jimin, wanting to hold onto them both. “You want us to touch you, don’t you? Want us to make you feel good, to treat you softly and praise you and call you pretty, don’t you, baby?”
Jimin gasps at the combined pleasure of Taehyung’s words and the way Jungkook begins to desperately rut against his thigh, beautiful moans leaving the youngest’s lips when Taehyung grabs his ass.
“You’re so pretty, hyung,” Jungkook moans into Jimin’s ear, “isn’t he, Taetae? You both are so pretty; my beautiful hyungs.”
Jimin moans and Jungkook pulls his finger out of Jimin’s mouth to sneak his hands down his pants, searching for Jimin’s hole, grabbing and squeezing hungrily, groans falling freely from his mouth just from the weight of Jimin’s ass in his hands, reaching and reaching until-
Jimin’s phone pings clearly with a text message.
Taehyung and Jungkook groan loudly, clearly annoyed with whoever interrupted them, but Jimin’s eyes widen, suddenly pulled out of whatever headspace he was in, before attempting to step away from his best friends’ arms.
Jungkook silently refuses to stop groping Jimin’s ass, and for his part, Taehyung completely understands. They always knew Jimin had an amazing body, and now that they were this close, they didn’t want to stop touching him for anything.
“Kookie,” Jimin whines, his face on fire with the blush burning hot in his cheeks, hiding his face in his small hands in embarrassment. “I have to go see what it was; it could be my dance students.”
Jungkook’s only response is to squeeze Jimin’s ass resolutely with narrowed eyes.
Taehyung laughs and gently pries Jungkook’s hands from Jimin’s ass with an excess of whining and complaints from the youngest, though Jimin makes sure to jab Taehyung in the stomach for quickly copping a feel for himself.
With a flaming face and bitten lips, Jimin makes his way to his still pinging phone, promptly ignoring Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s cooing about how cutely awkward he was.
Seeing that it was indeed his dance students asking about their next practice and discussing schedules, he replies with his own input since they had a big competition coming up that they all needed to be free for.
Once he was done and everyone was satisfied with the results of conversation, Jimin turns back and clears his throat, feeling incredibly awkward. Taking in their happy, relaxed faces, he can’t help but think that this is not fucking fair. How come they can be all happy go lucky while I’m over here suffering from a boner that’s fucking aching and they don’t seem affected at all, if slightly happier than before?
Ignoring Jimin’s very real worries about where they stood in their relationship now, the two men continue to converse among each other, still cooing (“he’s so damn cute, isn’t he, Jungkookie?” “he really is, hyung. How did we get so lucky?”) annoyingly. Jimin just huffs, quickly making his escape while they were still distracted.
Right now, he had to allow himself a few hours of self-pity before he could even think about facing them.
And maybe he was also going to use that alone time to very shamefully jerk off to the memory of their hands on his body.
But don’t mention it or he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment.
~
jimjam:
hyung
yoongles:
the fuck do you want brat
jimjam:
wow
i can really feel the love
yoongles:
fuck you
jimjam:
aish hyung
you and your endless kindness never fail to amaze me
yoongles:
just tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep
jimjam:
well
mayhaps I made a mistake
yoongles:
whats new
jimjam:
I love friendship
yoongles:
what’d you do this time loser
jimjam:
im so glad you asked, my sweet, caring hyung!
so
i was doing my laundry like a good samaritian
and thennn
jungkook decides to tease me
which
yeah
thats normal
but this time I like
flirted back???
yeah
and thennn
he gets all serious and intense and walks up to me
and he does some... things
and I do some things too
and then I back up
but he comes backkk
and then tae comes in
and I think I expected him to be upset
but the horny fucker joined in
and then we almost did some stuff
but my dance students texted the gc
and when i was done with that they were cooing over how cute I apparently was
(like bitch I’m not even cute and I’m not small I’m average fucking height and my hands are not small they’re bite sized so big fuck you to anyone who disagrees)
anygays
I made my escape while they were distracted
and I guess now I’m just scared
yoongles:
wow, way to go dumbass. you never fail to fucking amaze me
jimjam:
whats gonna happen now hyung?
will they look at me differently
will they get into arguments?
am I a home wrecker?
did I just lose my two best friends?
shit
shit shit shit
hyung I can’t breathe
yoongles:
hey!
shut the fuck up and listen to me, okay?
youre not a fucking home wrecker
and if Tae and kook decide they don’t want to be your best friend because of something they initiated
then fuck them
but that doesn’t matter because they won’t, alright?
they won’t.
so stop your panic attack in its tracks and calm down enough to hear what I’m saying loser
despite how much I actually fucking hate you and how much of a brat you are
you can always text or call me when you need to
ill be asleep and not paying attention but it’s whatever, yeah?
jimjam:
yeah
yeah ok
thanks hyung
i love youuuuu 💜
yoongles:
don’t push it fucktard
~
Jimin just wanted to go home and sleep.
That was it.
But of course, things never worked out the way Jimin would’ve liked.
It had been a long day in the studio; he and the university students he taught working their asses off to get ready for the big competition coming up in a month. It had been two weeks since The Flirting Incident and it was nice to be able to work off steam by doing the thing he loved.
All Jimin could think about as he walked home was taking a nice, long, hot bath to soothe his aching muscles.
He’d be able to lean back and relax with the lights dimmed, the hot water caressing his overworked muscles, a contented sigh would escape his lips and shit, Jimin could moan from how good that image sounded and decided he needed to get home now.
With that constant scene in his head used as his motivation to walk faster, Jimin practically skips the rest of the way home, busting the door open with a big, tired smile and yelling, “Hey guys, I’m home!”
When he gets no answer, Jimin walks more into their home after closing the door. He didn’t let it bother him that he didn’t get an answer and decided that they were probably out doing couple things.
I wanna be out doing couple things...
Jimin slips his shoes off as he walks further into the large but cozy home, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing at the soreness of his thighs.
He couldn’t get to the tub fast enough.
Unfortunately he first had to gather his clothes and towel, and when he walks into Taehyung’s room to get the man’s clothes (fuck you, Taehyung’s clothes are big and soft and comfortable and they smell like him), he realizes that he certainly wasn’t that far off in his assumption that Jungkook and Taehyung were doing couple things.
Just not out.
No, in fact, Jungkook was very much in, if the sight of his cock being swallowed by Taehyung’s hole as he bounces on it was any indication.
This time the fire that usually burned in his cheeks when seeing them spread throughout his entire body, and that familiar delicious heat coiled tightly in his stomach.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to become half hard.
Right after, Jungkook’s eyes lift to meet his, hazy and half-lidded, but focused. The sight before him was absolutely obscene, and Jimin felt like he really needed to look away.
But he couldn’t.
Because Jungkook’s hands grip the underside of Taehyung’s thick thighs to help him bounce, all while keeping eye contact with Jimin. Because Taehyung leans his head back in pleasure, his moans mind blowing in their beauty; pretty, cream colored neck on full display, Jungkook’s claim made clear by the marks marring his otherwise clear skin.
And undeniably because Taehyung turns his head around to look at him and makes eye contact, bouncing slower, deeper, more sensually, the lewd noises escaping his pretty mouth making Jimin’s dick give a twitch.
Jimin quickly looks away after noticing what was happening, clearing his throat loudly. “I-I’m sorry, guys. I- shit- I’m just gonna... yeah, I’m gonna go.”
Jimin briefly hears Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s breathy chuckles before he clears his throat once again, quickly closes the door, and tries to will away his painful boner.
~
And thus Jimin finds himself in yet another extremely inconvenient situation.
Case #2:
Old people having sex, Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung fucking, Yoongi hyung being nice to me, pickles...
Jimin continued his chant of things that disgusted him, but it just wasn’t working.
Usually he’d be able to calm his boners fairly quickly while thinking of those things, but this one just wasn’t budging.
And Jimin didn’t truly expect it to, not when he still had the image of Jungkook’s thick, long cock easily being swallowed by Taehyung. And definitely not when he could still see the way Taehyung’s tanned, lithe back was arched and curved so beautifully as he stared back at Jimin, eyes filled with pure need and ass jiggling every time he came down on his boyfriend’s cock. And oh, Jungkook was so painfully attractive, with his heated eyes, sweaty, tanned skin, muscles bulging as they lifted Taehyung up and down. The two were certainly a sight - one that Jimin would never be able to dispel from his mind.
It was in the exact moment that Jimin’s arousal came back full force that Jungkook decides to walk into Jimin’s room like he hadn’t just ruined the man’s carefully constructed lie that he wasn’t attracted to (and definitely not in love with) him and his boyfriend.
“Hey hyung,” Jungkook grins mischievously, comfortably going to lay next to Jimin on his bed.
Jimin swallows and does his best to subtly pull his oversized sweater (he’d stolen this one from Jungkook because Taehyung’s room was, well, occupied) down further to hide his boner before replying. “Hey, Kookie. I, uh,” Jimin sputters as Jungkook casually rests a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down, “I’m sorry for interrupting you and Tae doing your couple things. I, uh,” his voice gets higher when Jungkook’s hand goes up slightly farther, this time raising his sweater with it, “I’ll make sure to knock next time.”
Jungkook hums dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. Actually, you should’ve just joined us.”
“What?” Jimin squeaks.
“Nothing,” Jungkook’s smile was innocent, but the way he rolls over to throw a leg around Jimin’s waist, burrows his head into his neck, and completely bypasses all subtly to cup Jimin’s boner was the complete opposite.
“Jungkook!” Jimin gasps, not able to keep in his small whimper as Jungkook lazily strokes Jimin.
“Hey, hyung,” Jungkook’s voice was deep, intense. He gives a kitten lick to Jimin’s neck before latching on and sucking gently, only pulling away to speak. “I thought about you so much last night.” A kiss on his collarbone. “We both did. And we came together, moaning your name, thinking out loud about how good you’d feel clenching around us.” Jungkook begins to softly, teasingly grind against Jimin’s boner, and Jimin notes with a moan that Jungkook was just as hard as him. “Would you suck us off, hyung? Shit, there’s so many things we could do, but I think I want to eat your ass first. I’ve had so many dreams about you sitting on my face, baby. Tae wants to suck you off first. He’d look so pretty with his lips around your pretty little cock, eagerly sucking you even after you come. And I can only imagine your face when you do; fuck, I could come just from that.”
Jimin gasps, Jungkook’s words and deep voice making his cock throb in Jungkook’s hand, which was now thumbing the head before continuing its lazy stokes.
“Now now, Kookie,” Taehyung walks into the room, only in loose grey sweats that hang low on his hips, golden tanned skin stretching over a light outline of abs. “Don’t have all the fun by yourself. I want the baby too.”
Jungkook nods quickly, eager to please. He moves to the other side of Jimin so Taehyung could slip into bed with them, and a half gasp half moan escapes his mouth when he suddenly feels Taehyung’s hot, wet mouth around his cock.
Taehyung moans just as loudly as Jimin the moment he tastes him on his tongue. He always loved sucking Jungkook off and knew it would feel just as amazing with Jimin, and he wasn’t disappointed.
Beside them, Jungkook moans and pushes his own sweatpants down to wrap a hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself. “Tae, you look so pretty like this. And just look at hyung,” Jungkook whines, desperately fucking up into nothing but his hand, “he’s so... everything, Tae. Everything we imagined and more.”
Taehyung moans and quickly gives Jungkook a kiss before leaning back down to lick at the head of Jimin’s cock. “Yes, he is, Kookie. So pretty, so perfect. And you want to make him feel good, don’t you, Kookie? You want him to moan your name and tell you what a good boy you’re being, fucking him like he deserves.”
“Guys,” Jimin gasps, allowing himself one more moan before jerking away from Taehyung’s mouth, “guys, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let this happen. T-this was a mistake. I don’t want to harm your relationship, I swear.”
Taehyung pouts sadly and Jungkook looks at Jimin, a small amount of hurt in his eyes and Jimin is incredibly confused about why, unless it was because he was sad that his own best friend wanted him even while he was in a relationship.
“A mistake?” Taehyung says, his own hurt shining in his eyes. “Do you think it was a mistake, Minnie?”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow. “I mean, I didn’t mean to do this with you guys so yeah, it was a mistake on my part.” Taehyung and Jungkook looked sadder than before, and Jimin’s need to make them happy overpowered his own confusion, so he elaborates. “Listen guys, I know I might be pretty obvious, but I don’t wanna like, pressure you into thinking you have to make me feel better about this whole thing just because I’m your best friend.” Jimin can’t help but rambling. “Like, I know you guys are like the sweetest, most selfless people ever, but leave some of the good qualities for the rest of us, alright? So just like... let me deal with this on my own. I can be selfless for you guys, you know? I can! So-”
Jimin’s ramble is cut short by Jungkook’s giggle. When he finally lets his shameful gaze leave his lap he sees Taehyung trying to hold back a chuckle as well.
“What is it?” he asks with a frown. “What’s funny? Was it something I said? Do I have something on my face? Shit, was I drooling? I was drooling, wasn’t I?”
“Aw,” Jungkook coos (the annoying fuckers seemed to do that a lot when he was around), “do you hear him, Tae? He’s so cute.”
Taehyung smiles fondly, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “I hear him, baby. Now tell us straight, Minnie, why do you regret what we did?”
“I just-” Jimin swallows, gathering his thoughts. “I just don’t want you guys to think differently of me, you know? And I definitely don’t want you guys to have any problems with your relationship because of me; shit, I’d feel fucking terrible. But to be honest I don’t regret it. I... liked what we did, as you can tell,” Jimin points to his glistening erection, awkwardly chuckling, “but won’t it be weird now? Like, between us?”
With furrowed eyebrows, Jungkook leans forward, still hard erection now safely tucked into his sweatpants - Jimin would never admit out loud that he was sad to see it go, but Henry was very nice to look at, very long and thick and pink. Yes, very nice to look at indeed, Henry was.
“Why would it be weird, though?”
Jimin gapes, clearly perplexed by how Jungkook and Taehyung were confused about how the fact that they, currently in a loving, functional relationship, nearly having sex with their best friend (who they most certainly were not in a relationship with, much to said friend’s dismay), and quite possibly changing the course of their relationship forever, was slightly alarming.
“Because... well because you guys are dating? And I’m just like, the best friend? You guys probably just feel bad, but you don’t have to act like you’re attracted to me or anything - I know you’re not.”
And it seemed that it was in those moments that Jungkook and Taehyung finally realized the error of their ways. They’re eyes widened, their mouths gaped open, and Jimin could’ve sworn they were about to speak up, about to apologize for leading Jimin on, for being so perfect that Jimin couldn’t not fall in love with them...
But instead they laughed.
They fucking laughed.
A lot.
Jimin didn’t know what he said that was funny enough to warrant the way Jungkook was hunched over on the bed, forehead meeting the soft mattress as he fucking cackled, didn’t understand why Taehyung was rolling all over the bed, tears forming in his eyes as if his boisterous laughter wasn’t enough to show how oh so amused he was, and he definitely didn’t know why the men briefly looked up at him in the same moment before promptly falling back on the bed, too overcome by their mirth.
Jimin yet again finds himself huffing at the scene in front of him, using it as the perfect opportunity to escape to sleep in their bed instead.
And yeah, maybe Jimin only went to their room instead of a guest room because it smelled like both of them, like manliness but sweetness and warmth but also like a satisfying, cool blanket resting over him all at once; like home and happiness and perfection. Maybe he went there because that’s where he feels the safest.
But don’t mention it or he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment.
~
jimjam:
hyungggg
yoongles:
no fuck off
jimjam:
damn hyung you’re just overwhelming me with the love
yoongles:
i am feeling pretty generous today
jimjam:
i can tell
anygayssss
yoongles:
just get on with it dweeb
jimjam:
right
well
i made a mistake
and i need your advice :(
yoongles:
and suddenly I have to water my elephant
jimjam:
hyung you don’t have an elephant :(
yoongles:
sure i do
new member of the fam
jimjam:
where were the old ones though
yoongles:
hey Jiminie?
jimjam:
yes hyung?
yoongles:
i hope a pile of bricks fall from the sky, crush your tiny, unused dick into a mess of flesh, splatter your balls, and one crushes your hands and mouth so you won’t be able to talk to me anymore ever again. in conclusion: kindly fuck right off, thanks
jimjam:
hyunggg
don’t say things like that, you know I’m shy 🥰😚
yoongles:
the fuck do you want Park
jimjam:
oh right!
soooooo
I got two jobs today!
yoongles:
this?
t h i s?
is what you woke me from my sleep for?
jimjam:
wha-
hyung you’re supposed to be at work right now though?
yoongles:
...besides the point
don’t try to change the subject!
so you got two new jobs?
good for you
going back to sleep now, ttyl fuckface
jimjam:
hyung wait!
i didn’t mean two new jobs
i meant two new j o b s
yoongles:
fucking p a r d o n
jimjam:
you know
j o b s
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
yoongles:
annnnddddd I’m leaving
jimjam:
wait!
so yeah
i got a blowjob and a handjob
yoongles:
good for you
jimjam:
but the good news is that it was from Tae and Kook!
yoongles:
hey jimin what the f u c k
how do you even get yourself in these situations goddamnit
jimjam:
hyungieee
what should i do?
yoongles:
don’t worry dumbass
there’s clearly some interest if they keep initiating these things with you despite being in a relationship
(everyone already knew that though, those kids look at you like you put the stars in the fuckin sky, the whipped fuckers)
you have to let them ease into this
whatever this mess is you guys have created
i don’t see it being a problem as long as you all know what you want
and you have to talk to them about it eventually
jimjam:
damnit
yoongles:
🙄
you don’t have to talk to them right now
probably shouldn’t
you guys know how you feel
you want this jimin
they obviously do too
and don’t start letting those dumbass insecurities cloud your mind
you may be stupid, dumb, and an idiot
but everything else about you is decent
kay?
jimjam:
hyung 🥺
thank you, I really needed that
text me when you wanna hang out next, okay? I’ll buy you your nasty ass dark coffee and hold your hand the whole time we’re there; you deserve it
i love you so, so much hyung 💖
yoongles:
damn right I deserve those cuddles and coffee
make sure to get it as bitter as my soul, loser 💜
~
Case #3:
Jimin can man up and admit to it - yes. He was avoiding them.
But not because he was scared to face them after what they’d done!
Of course not, that would be ridiculous. No, Jimin was a man’s man, and man’s men didn’t cower in the face of a challenge.
Man’s men were strong, unafraid, and straightforward.
So, as he sprints down the long hallway of the college campus in the science department, Jimin comes to the conclusion that the only logical reason he’d be avoiding tables holding microscopes and weaving his way through students just trying to get to class without a 25 year old man interrupting their angst-ing, is that he thought Jungkook and Taehyung were just trying to play a nice game of tag.
With that conclusion deep set in his mind, Jimin throws out “excuse me”s and “sorry”s left and right, wincing when he got glares from tired students.
Jungkook, hot on his heels, again reaches out a hand, trying to grab at Jimin’s jacket to catch him.
Thankfully, he misses. Jungkook might have been unnaturally strong, very fast, and overall good at everything, but Jimin was a dancer, slim, and had been on the track team all his life. He was definitely capable of holding his own, even against the Golden Maknae.
“Hyung!” Jungkook yells. “Hyung! Stop running, goddamnit!”
Taehyung, right behind Jungkook, adds in: “Yeah, stop running Minnie! We just wanna talk!”
And that was fine, except for the fact that Jimin definitely did not want to talk.
Alright, he’ll admit it, he was scared, okay?! He didn’t want to talk about where they were going to go from here.
So he religiously avoided them for about a week and a half, barely came home and instead stayed at Yoongi’s house (his friend was not very happy about that), turned off his phone, and turned the other way the minute he saw them on campus.
(Fuck you it was a perfectly logical solution.)
“Goddamnit Jimin, get back here!”
Resolutely ignoring Jungkook, Jimin mumbles out his 617th (that was accurate, he actually counted) “sorry!” and nearly collides into a wall that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and-
shit.
Just his luck, Jimin hit a dead end.
“Where the fuck were all those students going, then?!” Jimin says in panic. When he looks back to answer that very question it’s clear as day.
Apparently, Jimin had run right past the turn to get to the exit out of the department.
An exit that Jungkook and Taehyung were currently standing in front of with narrowed eyes, hands held out as if Jimin was about to jump at them.
And he might’ve, if Jungkook wasn’t a fucking muscle pig.
“Jimin,” Taehyung says cautiously, “Jimin, don’t try anything, alright?”
“Yeah, come on, hyung.” Jungkook adds in, “we just wanna talk.”
Jimin whips his around around to look at his surroundings, in full panic mode.
“Minnie, baby, we're not trying to scare you, we just want need to talk to you. Why have you been avoiding us, baby?”
Jimin swallows, glancing back and forth between the two men in front of him.
They were gorgeous, infuriatingly so. Jimin couldn’t remember a day of not wanting them in every way he could have them since they all met, and it was really starting to get old. Even now, as he takes in their sweaty, tanned bodies, unfortunately concealed mostly by clothes, his heart pounds not because of the run he just finished (that was nothing, Jimin ran way more than that every morning to warm up for practice), but because his heart never could control itself when it caught even the slightest hint of the two men.
“B-but I,” Jimin still looked panicked, eyes wide as he stares at the men slowly but steadily moving towards him, “I don’t want to talk right now.”
They backed him up until he could feel the wall behind him, it was pleasantly cold, but that wasn’t where his shiver came from.
Taehyung presses slightly closer, not enough for their bodies to meet but enough that Jimin could feel his body heat. It wouldn’t be a big deal, normally; the men had been much closer than this. But the events of the past weeks were sending Jimin’s body into mayhem with the slightest touch.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook says, a soft furrow of concern in the tilt of his eyebrows, “what’s wrong? Why don’t you want to talk to us?”
“Is it something we did?” Taehyung asks, and Jimin’s heart breaks to think that these two angels standing in front of him were feeling guilty because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check.
“No, I-” Jimin sighs, the tension leaving his body as he slumps against the wall. “I guess I’m just scared.”
“Baby,” Taehyung says sympathetically, “you can’t run from your problems, you know that, right?”
“I do,” Jimin is quick to admit, “I do. But it’s hard. I don’t want to lose you guys.”
Jungkook leans forward and Jimin’s heart just about jumps out of his chest when a gentle kiss is placed on his forehead.
“Minnie,” Taehyung says as he runs his hand through Jungkook’s soft, bouncy, brown hair, “I don’t know what is going through your mind right now - neither of us do. But what we do know is that there’s no way you’re getting rid of us, okay? We’d follow you to the ends of the earth without question, you know that. So if this is about what’s been happening between us three in the past month, then don’t worry about it. We just have a surprise - one that we really, really hope you’ll like, but we want to find the right time. Everything has to be perfect. We’re sorry that we’ve been confusing you with our actions but we can’t seem to help ourselves. Anyway,” Taehyung laughs when he’s done rambling, “please don’t worry about any of this. Leave it to us, okay? And when the time comes we’ll do our best to make you happy.”
Jimin’s body and mind seem to relax all at once; he leans forward and pulls both Taehyung and Jungkook in a crushing group hug, loving the way they all fit together so perfectly, so naturally, as if Jimin belonged there all along.
If the two men notice the sparkle of tears in his eyes, they don’t mention it.
And for the love of God, don’t you mention it either.
After all, how would Jimin be able to love Taehyung and Jungkook with all his being if he was just a melted pile of embarrassment?
~
jimjam:
yo
yoongles:
oh for the love of all that is unholy
what the fuck do you want now kid
jimjam:
hey!
i’ll have you know that the reason I texted you was NOT to rant about my miserable love life
yoongles:
*or lack there of
jimjam:
but instead to see how you were doing :(
yoongles:
i‘m fine
can I leave now?
jimjam:
nope!
so anyway about Tae and Kook
yoongles:
for fuck’s sake-
jimjam:
wanna hear about what happened?
yoongles:
no fuck off
jimjam:
aww i knew you would indulge me hyung!
so
you know how I started staying at your place after what happened with my two jobs
that was me avoiding them!
yoongles:
oh you actual fucking dumbass
jimjam:
and so they decided to follow me to school
and when I noticed I panicked
and like,,,,,
took off
yoongles:
inside the fucking school?
jimjam:
dead in the middle of the science department :)
so since i started to run they did too
and soon we were sprinting through the science department at 9:27 in the morning
i knocked over a few students, broke a couple microscopes, and got more “watch where you’re going”s than I can count on both hands
yoongles:
i have no words
jimjam:
soooooo
they eventually caught me
and they said some really sweet things 🥺
and now I feel much better
yoongles:
so i don’t have to lecture you this time?
jimjam:
nope!
just wanted to share this with you
you always help me and i don’t want to only come to you when i have problems
you’re so much more to me than a counselor hyung 🥰
yoongles:
you woke me out of my fucking sleep
...
brat 😘
~
Jimin was wrong, so terribly, horribly wrong -
he did need Yoongi to lecture him.
Because what the hell was he supposed to do with one very wet, very naked Jeon Jungkook standing in front of him with the water from the shower still cascading down and between his abs and a towel drying his hair.
Allow Jimin to regrettably present -
Case #4:
Jimin’s eyes were wide, almost comically so, and he stopped his movements in the middle of his room (he was creating the choreography for the dance competition in just a week now), arms twisted at weird angles, in a crouched position, toes curled, and mouth gaping.
When Jungkook looks up he tilts his head at Jimin, clearly wondering why his best friend looked like an eagle about to take flight, but seems to decide to just ignore him - he’d done weirder things.
Jungkook instead continues to rub his hair with the towel, completely ignorant to Jimin’s growing boner.
A growing boner that was solely in response to Jungkook’s own boner, which was curved beautifully up onto his tanned and toned stomach.
“You know, hyung,” Jungkook begins casually, throwing his towel on the bed when his hair was fairly dry before running a quick hand through it, “I thought about you and Taehyung in the shower.”
Jimin couldn’t even gasp because his mouth was already gaping, so he just opens and closes it over and over again.
Jungkook pays him no mind. “Taehyung was fucking you and you were on your knees, ass high up in the air, head on the mattress, back curved beautifully.”
“J-jungkook-” Jimin didn’t finish the rest of his sentence, couldn’t, because Jungkook just sat on his bed like it was any other day, like he wasn’t lazily stroking his already hard dick, laying comfortably on Jimin’s bed, staring up at the wall with his other hand behind his head.
Jimin sputters, but eventually squeaks out a “Jungkook, what are you doing?!”
“Shit, hyung,” he says, and Jimin wanted badly to find it in him to be irritated with Jungkook for ignoring him, but how could he when Jungkook was looking like that? “It was so hot. You,” Jungkook makes eye contact that leaves Jimin’s body on fire, “you, are so hot, hyung.”
Jimin just swallows, because that’s all he can do.
Jungkook tilts his head curiously, the corner of his mouth quirking up seemingly in amusement. His thumb was now rubbing the slit at his head until the man let out a soft gasp, letting his hand move a lot quicker now that he got a taste of how good it felt.
“Hyung,” he says, a little breathlessly, and Jimin couldn’t look away from Jungkook’s hand stimulating his cock, “why are you still posed like that?”
At his question Jimin snaps out of it, quickly standing normally and looking anywhere but at Jungkook, though he could still hear the man’s small noises.
Jungkook chuckles and says, “C’mere, baby.”
And though Jimin was shaking from the effort of not touching himself, he still came closer until he was awkwardly standing at the edge of the bed.
“Jiminie,” he drawls, “I’m about to come. Do you want to see me come?”
“W-well I-” yeah, Jimin wasn’t the most eloquent these days, “I mean I guess? I mean no! I don’t. Definitely no-”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Jimin relents quietly.
Smiling fondly, Jungkook gently pulls Jimin onto the bed, scooting over to make room for him. When he’s on there, Jungkook resumes his ministrations. He restarts by thumbing at the head of his cock like he did before, slowly working himself back up before he lets his hand slip shallowly down his shaft, pausing to play with his balls.
The man was completely relaxed as he jerked off, not hesitating to let out his moans and whimpers and whines and everything in between, like he knew he could have full trust in Jimin to accept him completely; to see him bare like this, stripped down to his last layer, on full display for Jimin to criticize or demean.
And Jimin didn’t think he could harbor any more love for either of them, but when Taehyung walks into the room and takes in the scene with a small, fond smile like this was completely normal, like them being together in this way was how it should be, before walking over to them, sitting Jimin in his lap, and stroking a hand through Jungkook’s sweaty hair, he thinks maybe he can allow himself to fall in love with Taehyung and Jungkook one more time.
Maybe he can learn to keep himself together, even if you mention it.
~
jimjam:
itz ur boi
skinny penis
yoongles:
wheres the lie
jimjam:
you know what hyung?
i am s i c k and t i r e d of your mean comments, okay???
they make me very sad
very sad indeed
i just wanna know
when will you learn
wHeN WiLL yOu lEaRn
tHaT yOuR aCtiOnS hAvE conSEQUENCES???
yoongles:
you know what would be a very simple, very easy solution to that, jimin?
jimjam:
oooooh what is it hyung??
do i need to be nicer??
quieter???
use less emojis?
not come to you with my problems?
visit you more?
yoongles:
you need to shut the fuck up
jimjam:
...
i expect nothing and I’m still let down
yoongles:
is there a real reason you texted me
jimjam:
nopeee
i just wanted to talk to you hyung
i mean,,, smth did happen
but im not panicking
they said smth about me not worrying about what’s been going on lately
that they’re sorry they’re confusing me but everything will make sense soon
so im gonna choose to trust them on this one
yoongles:
oh
jimjam:
yep!
now how are you feeling lil meow meow
yoongles:
fuck did you just call me
jimjam:
...
yoongi hyung
i called you yoongi hyung
yoongles:
damn right you did
now walk to my house
and if you even consider walking in here without a dozen lamb skewers and my favorite soft cuddle blankets i’ll stone you
jimjam:
yes yoongi hyung, right away yoongi hyung
yoongles:
and i fully expect to hold hands the entire time
and god so help me Park Jimin if you even think about cutting our cuddle session short with that bullshit excuse of “but I have to pee”
not even your two lover boys will be able to help you
now hurry up amd get here so you can kiss my forehead
jimjam:
yes yoongi hyung, of course yoongi hyung.
~
Case #5
Jimin was nervous.
It was a feeling he wasn’t very used to. Though he was never the most confident in himself, he never doubted his skills in dancing. But they were here.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t gone to Jimin’s competitions before; they’d witnessed him cry from happiness, sadness, and nothing at all at these competitions.
But somehow, this was different.
Maybe it was because Jungkook and Taehyung had been extra perceptive of him lately. Attending to his every wish on the spot, barely letting him walk anywhere if he showed the slightest bit of soreness, watching him with critical eyes that made Jimin think that maybe they could see into the dark recesses of his soul. Could see the lingering sadness he always did his best push down, the loneliness in his eyes when he watched them interact, the pure, undiluted joy that shined through when they took him with them to do the small things; running through the grocery store with laughter in their every step, going to bars and shamelessly dancing on the tables to the sound of everyone’s drunk cheers, going bowling and laughing at the way Taehyung accidentally through the ball into an entirely different lane.
Maybe it was because Jimin put his very heart and soul into this choreography. Every drop of sweat, every time he felt that burning in his chest begging him to take break, every night throughout the years that he spent crying because he would never - could never - truly be happy without them.
All of it, all for them.
So when the announcer yells, “We’ve already seen a show-stopping performance from them that left the crowd on the edge of their seats - please welcome the captain of The Pied Pipers himself, Park Jimin!” Jimin knows, he knows, that the only way he could ever repay Taehyung and Jungkook for making him the happiest he’s been all his life is to pour out all the emotions that have festered over the years.
When he walks onto the stage and the music starts playing and the lights dim until he’s under the spotlight and the crowd’s eyes are focused completely on him waiting with baited breath for him to perform this supposed song called “Lie” he made - when that happens everything doesn’t get silent like he expected it to.
Instead, as he feels his body move more emotionally than physically, everything is made that much more intense. The spotlight is bright above him, the almost silent sound of rustling in the crowd grates on his ears, his dance students’ palpable excitement and pride motivates him to work harder, feel more, to love.
Love.
When Jimin looks up his eyes immediately find Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s. He switches between them, very acutely aware of the tears falling down their faces, the hand held up to Taehyung’s mouth, the way Jungkook looks Jimin steadily in the eyes even as the tears cascade down his smiling cheeks, both of them trusting Jimin to see them vulnerable like this, to look into his eyes though they don’t like people seeing them cry, and he can almost feel it.
That emotion glistening in their eyes and resting on their upturned lips. Shining through brightly in the way that they run fast as they can with way too many flower bouquets and chocolates and since their team won first and he also took the top spot in the solos section he watches as the pretty pink balloons bounce with every bound they take closer to him.
And when they hug him so gently but tightly in the way only they can, Jimin can finally, finally see it.
“Jimin,” Taehyung says, sliding his hand onto Jimin’s right cheek, and Jungkook throws an arm over his boyfriend’s shoulder to give Jimin a teary smile. “Jimin, I- shit-” Taehyung tries.
Jungkook does too. “We- just give us a second-”
“I know,” Jimin says, and he does - he can tell he was right by the way Taehyung’s shoulders hunch with a new onslaught of tears and Jungkook does his best to not let anymore fall and miserably fails. “I know,” he says again, and pairs it this time with a soft kiss on each of their lips, his own soft, beautiful smile gracing his lips.
Mention it if you wish; there was no need for embarrassment anymore.
Because Jimin knows he made it, knows that all those years of pining and those nights filled with his sore heart aching from the repercussions of his seemingly unrequited love; he knows he made it when for the rest of his life, every time they make love or cuddle or watch a movie or text or eat breakfast or get in arguments or stomp out of the house-
No matter what, he can always say, “I love you,” and receive the same heart-stuttering response back.
“We love you too.”
~
Tae and Kook’s husband:
yoyoyo
what is GOOD my guy
Hobi’s husband:
what the fuck i thought you were done with relationship problems when you guys finally started fucking
Tae and Kook’s husband:
um exCuSe mE???
it was not just fUcKiNg that made us get together
first of all
i’ll have you know that our marriage and overall relationship is built on LOVE and TRUST not DICK
Hobi’s husband:
k never mind i don’t care anymore
why is your name that you thirsty bitch
Tae and Kook’s husband:
im sorry, pardon??
do you even see your own name hyung???
Hobi’s husband:
we ain’t talkin bout me tho
Tae and Kook’s husband:
oh for fucks sa-
wait hyung i have to go
Hobi’s husband:
fuck you tellin me for?
bye bitch
Tae and Kook’s husband:
oh, how I love you, yoongi hyung 🙄💜
Hobi’s husband:
yeah yeah yeah
i love you too, brat 🧡
Jimin puts down his phone just as he turns to see the front door opening, Jungkook pushing through to carry in an excessive amount of grocery bags.
“You need help with that, baby?” Jimin asks, affectionately placing a small kiss to Jungkook pretty pink lips.
“No, hyung,” Jungkook huffs, refusing to allow Jimin to help him with the clearly heavy groceries. Jimin just rolls his eyes fondly; even after all these years, Jungkook still took every opportunity available to try to impress him and Taehyung.
As if summoned by Jimin’s thoughts, the sound of the door being thrown open once again sounds throughout the house.
“I’m home, loves!”
Jungkook and Jimin race to greet him first (Jimin was the winner - he’s still more lithe than both Jungkook and Taehyung), and pull him into the kitchen to start making their dinner.
They all weave around the kitchen seamlessly, never a moment of silence passing between them. They laughed and talked and snuck in sweet kisses and mischievous ass grabs.
As Jimin watches how his husbands argue over some goldfish, stopping at the same time to look at Jimin, both wanting them to take their side, he just laughs and gives them both long, meaningful kisses until they forget the stupid argument.
He relishes in the fact that he could do that now, has been able to for years.
And despite his past self having had endless doubts and concerns, Jimin knows that this is the only way it could have ended.
Because they were never meant to be Jungkook and Taehyung, plus their best friend, Jimin.
They were always meant to be together, and Jimin lets the whole world know every chance he gets.
~