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A/N: “Italic dialogue” is spoken in Korean.
Jungkook shifted on his heels as he handed his ID to the bouncer of the club. He had not been out like this since arriving in America six months ago. Instead choosing to pass his limited free time alone in his small, student apartment. Now, it was his 21st birthday, and he was determined to celebrate it. He had been reserved since leaving Korea, surrounded by unfamiliar people, speaking an unfamiliar language. He was trying his best to improve his English, but it was easier said than done. School helped, of course, but his lectures were no substitution for casual conversation. This is where he struggled, even in his native tongue. Jungkook was painfully shy, and had difficulty being surrounded by strangers. This may seem contradictory with someone who moved to a foreign country alone when he was only 20 years old… but Jungkook was searching for something he has not been able to find in his own country.
Acceptance.
Love.
The security guard continued to study his foreign ID carefully. Jungkook avoided the large man’s eye contact by studying the marquee of the bar. The signage was simple and effective, giving off a slight hipster vibe that matched the worn brick and metal exterior of the small building.
Apparently the name was meant to be ironic, but the double entendre was lost on Jungkook. He researched bars like this in his neighbourhood, immediately clearing his search history once he found this one. Old habits die hard. The guard hands back his ID and gives him a knowing smirk.
“Happy Birthday.” The guard says, grinning down at Jungkook. “Behave yourself.”
“Thank you.” Jungkook replies in his heavy accent, ducking away from the man’s gaze. As soon as the larger man moves aside, Jungkook rushes through the door before he can stop himself. He looks around as he enters. The place seems harmless enough. He read online that it used to be some kind of industrial site, the brick walls and metal beams remaining unchanged in the renovations. The bar is to his left, a natural edge wood counter adding to the overall hipster vibes he felt before even entering the space. There is a small dancefloor straight ahead of him, a few couples already pressed together as the DJ plays some kind of house music that Jungkook doesn’t recognize. He watches for a moment, struck by the easy affection these men are showing each other in a public setting. He is still eyeing the bodies on the dancefloor when another couple rushes through the door behind him, lightly dressed and trying to escape the chilly fall air. The bump into Jungkook, almost sending him flying to the floor. An arm wraps around his waist before he can tumble down too far.
“Careful Sweetheart.” the man says in a friendly, high pitched voice. His other hand is still locked in his partner’s as he releases Jungkook with a wink and they walk around him to enter the crowded room. Jungkook blushes, unused to this kind of casual physical contact. He straightens his soft, pale blue sweater and decides it’s probably safer to sit down. He eyes the tables along one wall, but doesn’t want to take up so much space when he is all alone. He instead chooses a stool off to one end of the bar, sitting down and breathing a sigh of relief. This is a lot for him, the noise and the crowd. But he finds that he is finding his footing much quicker than usual. Perhaps it is because he is surrounded by people he feels a connection with. An unspoken bond of understanding and acceptance. The bartender makes his way over to Jungkook, his sleeveless shirt and ripped jeans showing off his dark skin and impressive physique. Jungkook takes a deep breath, willing himself to not make a total ass of himself.
“Hey cutie, what are you drinking?” the man greets Jungkook, leaning on the bar to speak to him over the loud music. Jungkook is confused for a moment by his choice of words, he’s not drinking anything yet? But he realizes quickly that the man must be asking him what he wants.
“Uhm… b-beer?” Jungkook asks, stilted words coming out like this is his first time ever speaking to another human being. He wants to tell him that he swears he is not this dumb in Korean… but the man just keeps smiling at him.
“You. Are. Adorable. But you’re gonna need to give me a bit more than that.” The bartender looks at Jungkook like he just asked a question, but Jungkook didn’t hear one. Jungkook just stares back like a lost puppy, until the man nods in understanding.
“One beer, for the freshly legal in the blue sweater!” the man calls, to no one in particular as he is currently the only person behind the bar. He laughs at his own joke, which is good because Jungkook has little to no idea what the man is talking about. The bartender returns with a bottle that Jungkook recognizes so he hands over his money and takes it eagerly. Yes, he is definitely going to need alcohol to survive this evening. The man returns with his change and places it gently into Jungkook’s hand. Then, stunning Jungkook completely, he leans over the bar and squeezes Jungkook’s cheek. He turns away muttering something along the lines of ‘fucking adorable’ and Jungkook places a hand on his cheek where he can feel his blush increasing once again. But he finds he doesn’t mind it, the friendly attention. It’s actually kind of nice. Similar to the skinship he once received, before everything changed. Before he was ‘different’. Of course, he always had been… they just hadn’t known it yet. Well, now they know. Now he’s here, receiving affection from strangers instead of the friends that once meant so much to him. He takes a mouthful of the beer, and promptly chokes on it as a hand slips up his back, beneath the material of his sweater.
“Hey.” a low voice croons in his ear. “What’s your name?”
Jungkook turns to find a man standing so close that his body almost traps Jungkook to the bar. The man is slightly taller than him, wearing a business suit and an entitled expression. His blonde hair is slicked back, he runs a hand through it even though it looks like it contains enough product that a literal bomb couldn't displace it. Jungkook's comfort level immediately drops back down to zero.
“Jungkook.” He replies, not willing to sacrifice his manners.
“Hmm…” the other man leans over him, eyeing him hungrily. “That’s a mouthful.” He clenches his jaw and raises his eyebrows as he continues undressing Jungkook with his eyes. “Where are you from?”
“Korea.” Jungkook answers, remembering again that this man's hand is touching his bare skin without his consent as the man fingers at the waistband of his jeans. He squirms as if to escape the unwanted touch, but the man’s hand stays hot on his back.
“That’s hot.” The man’s eyes trail back up to meet his. “Got that whole ‘asian twink’ thing going for you, eh? You a good boy?” The man’s hand dips even lower, almost cupping Jungkook’s ass. The flinches away from the man. He only understood about half of that, but it was enough to know he needed to get away from here. He makes eye contact with the server from earlier, sending out a silent plea for help. The man is about to answer it, when another voice cuts through the tense air.
“Baby? What are you doing over here?” a low voice, laced with anger draws the man’s attention away from Jungkook. When they turn, they see a smaller man staring directly at Jungkook, clearly referring to him. The man is shorter than either of the men facing him, with asian features that Jungkook finds instantly relaxing. It’s not often that he finds someone so familiar here in America. This man is a stranger, and looks significantly more intimidating than his small stature should allow. But his anger is directed entirely at Jungkook’s harasser, and Jungkook finds himself grateful for the interruption.
“What?” Jungkook responds, genuinely confused.
“I’m going to get you out of here.” The man responds in flawless Korean. He’s Korean then, Jungkook thinks. If he was fairly sure before, now he is certain. He looks at the man carefully, and decides anywhere is better than here.
“Please take care of me.” Jungkook replies, causing the man to begin moving closer. The blonde man still has his hands on him, and it’s starting to make Jungkook’s skin crawl. The korean man stands within arms reach now, and Jungkook has to physically control himself from latching on to the unfamiliar man.
“Sweetheart,” the man reaches out a hand that Jungkook accepts readily. He pulls Jungkook off his stool, finally moving him away from the blonde man’s greedy fingers. “Everyone’s waiting for you at the table.” His english is just as flawless as his korean, leaving Jungkook envious. The man wraps an arm loosely around his waist, over his sweater.
“Sorry…” Jungkook stammers out, staring into the man’s feline eyes.
“Who’s your friend?” The man questions, looking back at the now dejected blonde man.
“Uh..” Jungkook realizes the other man never offered his name.
“Justin.” The man replies, reaching a hand out to the other.
“Yoongi.” The man doesn’t offer a hand back. “Common babe, the others are waiting.” with a tense nod at Justin, Yoongi turns Jungkook away and leads him towards the tables on the other side of the room without a look back.
“Do you want to come with me? Or should I walk you to the door?” Yoongi asks, switching naturally back to Jungkook’s native language.
“You. I want to stay with you.” Jungkook responds embarrassingly quickly. “Please.” He adds on second thought, then worries that he is coming off desperate. The man just nods and tightens his hold on Jungkook’s waist. His touch feels entirely different from the man at the bar, and Jungkook relaxes into it, happy to be saved. When they get closer to the tables, Jungkook sees a group that he is sure they are headed for. He is surprised he didn’t notice them before, as they approach a long table surrounded by five more Korean men.
“Guys.” Yoongi draws the attention of the table. “This is Jungkook and I just saved him from certain death.” Jungkook looks at the other man, surprised by his comment. He finds that the other man is smirking at him, causing Jungkook to smile back. Conversation breaks out around the table, all in english, and Jungkook finds it impossible to keep up. When it becomes clear that they are waiting for a response, Jungkook freezes.
“What?” Jungkook searches the faces around the table, watching them all break out into laughter. For a moment he worries that they are laughing at him, even thinking that he is stupid. But a tall man with dyed silver hair speaks up from his seat at the end of the table.
“Been here long?” The man questions, looking at Jungkook with understanding in his eyes.
“Six months.” Jungkook responds, grateful to the man for including him.
“Are you gonna share with the class?” The cheerful man pipes up from the other man’s side.
“Namjoon and I are the only ones who speak Korean.” Yoongi’s voice comes in Jungkook’s ear. “The rest of them were all born and raised here in America, try to forgive them.” Jungkook can tell by the teasing tone of his voice that he is just trying to get a rise out of the others.
“That’s Namjoon.” Yoongi raises his voice, switching back to english. He points to the silver haired man with the world’s most perfect dimples. Namjoon gives a small wave and a nod in Jungkook’s direction. He awkwardly waves back. “His boyfriend, Hoseok.” Yoongi gestures to the cheerful man by Namjoon’s side.
“Hello!” Hoseok greets energetically.
“Hi.” Jungkook replies, somewhat less enthusiastically. He smiles to make sure the man knows that this is out of shyness, and not hostility. Hoseok smiles back like the sun itself shines through his teeth.
“Jin and his partner Tae.” Yoongi gestures to the two impossibly handsome men on the far side of the table. Jin is tall and broad, his light brown hair brushed back to reveal his stunning face. Tae is curled into his side, his long dark curls hanging over his eyes.
“Hi!” Jin greets warmly.
“Sup?” Tae says in a voice so deep Jungkook wonders how it came out of the delicate man in front of him.
“I’m Jimin!” the last man at the table practically shouts, jumping up to wrap an arm around Yoongi. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the man, but Jungkook watches him squeeze an arm around him possessively.
“My boyfriend.” Yoongi explains, pressing a kiss to the other man’s temple. Jimin closes his eyes and practically melts on contact.
‘Oh’ Jungkook thinks. ‘Dammit’.
“Hello.” Jungkook nods to Jimin, resisting a bow that would certainly be out of place here. “It’s nice to meet you all.” He says, turning towards the table and trying to fight the blush on his cheeks. Jimin pulls Jungkook down onto the chair in front of him. He sits next to him, Yoongi settling behind him with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Jungkook tries not to fixate on Yoongi’s hand gripping Jimin’s slender shoulder as Jimin begins speaking to him.
“So… saved your life eh?” Jimin asks, giving Yoongi a playful look.
“Some douchebag at the bar decided to bring his twink porn fetish to life, touched him without permission.” Yoongi says, looking straight at Jungkook to gauge his reaction to the story.
“I’m sorry…” Jimin says, looking ashamed to have even asked.
“I’m okay.” Jungkook responds, looking down at his own knees. Jimin’s small hand grips one gently, causing Jungkook to look back up into his warm eyes.
“Which guy?” Namjoon asks Yoongi. Yoongi surveys the bar quickly.
“I think he left.” Yoongi answers with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Good riddance.” Jin adds.
“And it brought you to us!” Hoseok adds, radiating more positivity out into the group.
“Yeah…” Jungkook agrees, looking back at Yoongi again. “I guess it did.”
-
The conversation flows easily after that. Jungkook does his best to follow along, and the others try to slow down for him. Sometimes though, a subject gets them too excited and Yoongi has to translate their chattering for him. Jungkook doesn’t mind though, it’s like a secret they share together every time Yoongi leans over to explain something to him. Jungkook tells them that he has been there for six months, and that he is studying cinematography. They are all impressed, asking him to show them his work sometime. Jungkook blushes even harder at the praise.
He learns about them too. Namjoon and Hoseok are the same age, they met in University after Namjoon emigrated here alone when he was fresh out of high school. Jin and Tae have been dating forever, and Namjoon met Tae through their work at an art gallery. Yoongi and Namjoon met at an event for foreign students when they were in school together. Hoseok met Jimin in a dance class, and Yoongi was gone for him from the moment they met. They made such a perfect group, Jungkook wondered why they even bothered to talk to him. They were the kind of friends that he always dreamed of having; positive, driven, and accepting. He was so in awe of all of them. When they ask for his number, Jungkook almost shatters his phone in his haste to exchange information with them.
Throughout the evening, Jungkook’s focus remained on Yoongi and Jimin. He was drawn to the couple, ever since Yoongi stepped in for him at the bar. They were so comfortable together, Jungkook felt a pang of jealousy watching them interact with one another. Jimin was now seated fully in Yoongi’s lap, a hand carding through his hair absentmindedly as he speaks to Tae across the table. Yoongi is speaking to Jungkook, his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin’s torso. Occasionally in a gap in conversation, Jimin nuzzles closer into his boyfriend. Yoongi will kiss his shoulder or squeeze his arms around him, then they will go back to their conversations like nothing happened. Just a little check in with the other to make sure they are still comfortable. They make it look so easy.
Suddenly a song comes on that has both Jimin and Hoseok squealing like lunatics and jumping up from their places at the table. They grab each other quickly, hands locked together. Before they can get very far, Jimin turns around and pins Jungkook with a fierce look.
“Dance with us?” He asks, looking wicked. Jungkook is no stranger to dancing, in fact he would say he’s pretty good. But he is out of his element here, and they are all so flawless. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He is about to turn them down gently when Yoongi speaks up from next to him.
“Go on, pretty boy. Show us your moves.” Yoongi whispers, dangerously close to Jungkook’s ear. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that he was flirting with him. That’s impossible, of course. His boyfriend is a walking wet-dream and has spent the whole evening in his lap. But Jungkook finds himself eager to please, so he nods and let’s Jimin pull him forward with his free hand.
With Jungkook on one arm and Hoseok on the other, Jimin makes his way to the centre of the floor. Jimin and Hoseok start moving together instantly, expertly maneuvering each other's bodies in time to the music. They are giggling and looking back at their partners as they grind against one another in a lewd manner. Jimin, suddenly remembering their new addition, pulls Jungkook against his back as Hoseok stays glued to his front. Jungkook fits himself against him surprisingly easily. His hands hover awkwardly, unsure where to safely put them. Jimin just reaches back and presses Jungkook’s hands to his hips, guiding his movements as Hoseok sets their pace. The three men lose themselves in the music. Jungkook has never felt so free. He looks around the floor to see various men and couples in similar positions. He can be who he wants here, take what he needs. Except that the man currently pressed against him has a boyfriend. Jungkook looks back to the table to see Yoongi watching them closely. He doesn’t look angry though, or even jealous.
He looks like he is peeling off his clothing in his mind, one piece at a time.
Jungkook buries his face in Jimin’s shoulder, hiding his flustered expression. This only spurs on the smaller man, reaching behind himself to wrap a hand into Jungkook’s hair and hold him against the damp skin of his neck. Namjoon joins them on the floor, but makes it very clear that he is not there to dance.
“We’re going home.” He says, voice husky and deep.
“Yes, sir!” Hoseok grins, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss, right there in the middle of the club. Jungkook is shocked, body still pressed to Jimin’s but their movements have stopped. He watches the other couple, transfixed by the sight of their mouths locked together.
“Save it for the bedroom!” Jimin yells, effectively ending their moment. Namjoon throws up a middle finger and pulls Hoseok towards the door of the bar. Jimin turns towards Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his neck much like Hoseok just did to Namjoon. For a moment, Jungkook wonders how it would feel to kiss him.
“Animals, those two. Can’t take them anywhere.” Jimin rolls his eyes and pulls Jungkook closer again. He starts moving his body slowly, their hips now pressed together. Jungkook’s hands find his small waist easily, gripping him tightly as they move together to the unfamiliar song. Jimin’s fingers tease at the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Is this okay?” Jimin asks, breath hot in Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook can only nod as Jimin skillfully moves his body against his. His hands still clasped behind his neck as he rolls their hips together. “You feel good.” Jimin whispers to him, and Jungkook swears he passes out for a minute. That’s the only possible explanation for what is happening right now.
Jungkook chances a glance back at the table and finds Yoongi there alone, Tae and Jin having left as well. His eyes are still ravenous as he watches the two men together on the floor. Jimin presses himself a little firmer against Jungkook, and he can feel himself begin to harden. Embarrassed, he whines against Jimin’s neck as the older man chuckles. Jungkook has never felt this way before, has never been so affected by seemingly so little. A little dancing, some suggestive grinding, and Jungkook is ready to sign away his life to the two men. When he pulls his face away to look at Jimin, he can see his own desire reflected back at him. He is sure Jimin is about to go in for the kill. Jungkook takes a small step back, still holding Jimin but no longer pressed against him. Jimin halts his movements to stare up at him.
“Yoongi..?” Jungkook asks, briefly looking back at the table.
“Baby, relax.” Jimin presses himself back into Jungkook’s arms. He leans up and places a chaste kiss to the skin directly under Jungkook’s ear. He lingers there as he whispers quietly to the stunned man, “He likes to watch.” When Jungkook regains his ability to function, he looks back to the table one last time. Yoongi’s expression is the same, pure fire. He has his invitation. Deciding that now is the time to learn to ask for what he wants, Jungkook takes his turn whispering to the other man.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asks, no longer needing to fight back a blush. He wants this, whatever this is. Jimin’s answer comes in the form of his fingers gently pulling Jungkook’s chin towards him. When their lips meet, Jungkook’s mind proceeds to suffer a complete meltdown. The other man’s plush lips find his and his hands go back to tangle into his messy hair. Jungkook keeps his hands on Jimin’s waist, gripping his shirt like he is scared the other man will float away. He feels Jimin’s tongue run along his bottom lip, and he eagerly sucks it into his mouth. When Jimin bites onto his lip, Jungkook lets out an honest-to-god moan right there in the middle of the bar. When Jungkook feels another body moulding itself against his back, he doesn’t have to look to know who it is. Hands wrap around his torso, running their nails up his chest through his clothing. Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to bury his face against Jimin’s neck, overwhelmed again by the two men. They are both shorter than him, but having them box him in on both sides makes him feel small. He clings to the feeling, enjoying their hands on his body as they continue to sway to the music.
As much as Jungkook enjoys the feeling of Yoongi pressed against his back, he feels suddenly desperate to see the other man. He turns in their arms to face him, relieved when he sees the desire still in his eyes. If anything, it's growing. Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s face with both hands, guiding it up to meet him. Yoongi kisses exactly like Jungkook thought (hoped) he would. It is messy and passionate and dominant. He wastes no time thrusting his tongue into Jungkook’s eager mouth, tangling them together as his hands continue to tease against his chest. Jimin’s hands are low on his hips now, fingering along the top of his jeans. Jungkook remembers the other man’s hands there just hours ago, causing him panic and discomfort. Jimin’s touch brings excitement and desire. He wants him to touch him. He wants more. When Yoongi breaks their kiss, Jungkook’s lips move to his neck sucking on his delicate, pale skin.
“Will you come home with us?” Jimin asks from behind him, watching his boyfriend fall apart in the younger man’s hands.
Jungkook goes completely tense in their arms. Both men stop what they are doing, respectfully waiting for his response before they push him any further. Jungkook can feel himself panic slightly, but he knows these men are no danger to him.
“I’m not…” Jungkook begins, unsure of how to phrase this. His embarrassment starts to grow again, all previous bravado lost at the idea of going home with these two perfect humans. “I mean, I haven’t…” Yoongi seems to sense his dilemma, shushing him by running the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip.
“Darling. We would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Please, stay with us.” Yoongi tries to reassure the younger man that there is no pressure or judgement here. Jimin, for his part, has no idea what his boyfriend is saying. When he feels Jungkook begin to relax into his hold again, he figures it must be working.
“Let us take you home.” Jimin breathes against his neck, placing delicate kisses against the skin he can reach. Jungkook thinks about this for a moment. He knows that he hates the idea of turning around and leaving them right now. He knows they would never do anything he didn’t want to do. He wants them.
“Yes.” Jungkook answers. “Let’s go.”
-
It’s not like he’s a prude. He’s not saving himself for marriage, or even love. It’s just that the opportunity never presented itself. He never knew anyone like him, at least not anyone that was willing to admit it. And his time in the states has been focused on school and trying not to completely butcher the english language every time he has to order take-out for one.
That being said, he never thought when the opportunity did arise it would come in the form of an established couple picking him up in a gay bar on his birthday and taking him home. He knows they won’t pressure him into anything, but he is starting to worry about what exactly their dynamic is going to be. By the time the cab reaches their apartment, Jungkook is beginning to panic again. The other two can sense it on him, and they pause outside the building to give him a chance to turn around.
“Do you do this often?” Jungkook asks, staring down at his worn out sneakers. He is afraid to meet their eyes, but he is more afraid of what they are about to say.
“No…” Yoongi says, but Jungkook can tell that’s not the whole answer.
“But you have done this?” Jungkook gestures between all three of them, as if there was any doubt what ‘this’ he was talking about.
“Yes.” Yoongi replies honestly.
“And it’s just..” he struggles for his words, “one night?”
Jimin closes the distance between them and guides Jungkook to face him. He presses his lips to him in a delicate kiss. It is an invitation, and a promise.
“It’s whatever we want it to be.” He answers when he pulls away, keeping his eyes locked on Jungkook.
“What do you want?” Jungkook asks, very aware that they are still standing on the street.
“We want you in our bed. We want you satisfied and sleeping next to us, the rest can wait until tomorrow.” Jimin answers, running his thumb down Jungkook’s jawline. Jungkook nods and Yoongi unlocks the door of the building.
The three men stumble through the door of the dark apartment in a flurry of hands and giggles. They quickly shed their jackets and shoes, Jimin pressing Jungkook to the wall before he can even regain his balance properly. One of his shoes is still half-under his foot uncomfortably, but he doesn’t care. Jimin holds him against the cool wall, pressing their lips together urgently. He grinds his hips up against Jungkook and he can’t hold back the groan he releases at the friction.
“Fuck. You sound so good.” Jimin latches himself on to Jungkook’s neck as Yoongi presses the two of them tighter together from behind Jimin. Jungkook wraps an arm all the way around Jimin’s shoulder, making grabbing motions at Yoongi until he understands what he needs. Yoongi leans forward and kisses him, Jimin still between them licking across his collarbones. Jimin, clearly frustrated with the lack of skin accessible to him, grabs the hem of Jungkook’s sweater and the two men separate so he can lift it over his head. Once removed, the two men share a stunned silence, staring at Jungkook flushed and panting against the wall of their entryway.
“Shit.” Yoongi hisses, eyes moving up and down his body.
“God bless Korea.” Jimin says, running a hand across Jungkook’s defined torso. Jungkook knows he looks good. He enjoys taking care of his body. He also knows he could break both of these men in half. But he prefers feeling soft and small. There is something about knowing he could so easily overpower his partners, and choosing to submit instead, that he finds incredibly rewarding. Yoongi steps around his stunned boyfriend, a hand against Jungkook’s chest holding him against the wall.
“What do you want?” Yoongi asks, prepared to give Jungkook anything he could possibly ask for. Jungkook whines as Yoongi’s thumb grazes one of his nipples, and Yoongi files the sound away in his brain to play it over and over for himself later.
“Touch me. Want you to touch me. Please.” Jungkook whines, falling deeper into his lust for the two men. Jimin leans against the wall next to him, watching Yoongi play with him.
“Touch you here?” Yoongi runs a thumb over his nipple again, causing Jungkook to arch his back and let out an embarrassed whimper.
“Yesss.” Jungkook manages to answer, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
“Or here?” Yoongi moves his hand down, running it lightly over Jungkook’s clothed crotch. He can feel him through his tight jeans, and he can tell how responsive the younger man is going to be.
“Please..” Jungkook whines, rutting his hips up into Yoongi’s palm.
Jimin turns Jungkook’s head to the side to pull him into a desperate kiss. It’s wet and messy and Jungkook already seems to be losing control, and Jimin wants to just fucking wreck him. Yoongi’s hand is still palming him through his clothes and Jimin wonders if Jungkook will come just like this.
“Such a needy baby.” Jimin smirks at Yoongi. “Such a sweet boy for us.” Jungkook mewls at his words, even though they were not even spoken towards him. Yoongi removes his hand to place both hands on Jungkook’s hips and begins guiding him to the couch across the room. They don’t bother with the lights, the light coming in through the windows is enough to illuminate their bodies. Yoongi pushes Jimin down onto the couch first.
“Sit.” He orders Jimin. He pulls Jungkook into a passionate kiss, running his nails down his back and causing the other man to go limp in his arms. He slowly undoes Jungkook jeans, allowing the other man to step out of them. The sight of Jungkook standing in his home in nothing but his boxers is almost too much for Yoongi, but he manages to control himself. He turns Jungkook towards where Jimin is sitting on the couch, his own shirt now discarded. Jimin pulls Jungkook down until he is settled in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Jimin holds him against him as he rocks their hips together experimentally. The feeling of Jungkook’s already hard member exciting him, causing him to grind them together more firmly.
Yoongi settles on the couch next to them, propping himself up against one arm to enjoy the show. He rubs a hand over himself through his jeans, craving the friction. He doesn’t want to push Jungkook too far tonight. He watches as his boyfriend skillfully works the younger man up, focused on Jungkook’s face as he throws his head back and moans at the feeling of his cock pressed firmly against Jimin’s through his pants. Jungkook, never having been touched like this before, is wildly responsive to everything the other man is doing. And it’s gotta be the hottest thing that Yoongi has ever witnessed. The larger man is pliant and submissive in his boyfriend’s arms, and Yoongi can’t help but imagine him spread out and crying into their pillows. But that is for another day. He wants to take his time with Jungkook. The fact that he thought they would ever let him go after one night seems laughable now.
Jimin and Jungkook are locked in a kiss which is more breathing into each other's mouths than it is actual kissing. Jungkook doesn’t seem very capable of reciprocating right now, so Jimin is just swallowing his moans into his open mouth as he sucks at his bottom lip. Jimin reaches between them and undoes his own pants, pulling his hardened cock out of the tight fabric. When Jungkook feels his bare cock rub against him through the thin material of his underwear, he ruts himself against it with a moan so pornogrphic that Yoongi finds himself releasing his own member from the confines of his jeans. He can see the damp spot of precum on Jungkook’s boxers, and he grasps himself firmly with one hand while reaching forward with the other. He folds the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers down, allowing his own erection to spring free. When it taps against Jimin’s bare skin, Jimin bites down on his lip hard.
“Fuck. Baby. Can I touch you?” Jimin asks, hand hovering above their cocks as he waits for permission.
“Yes. Touch me right now.” Jungkook whines, rubbing himself against Jimin for relief.
“Touch each other.” Yoongi orders from next to them, hand already pumping his own cock as he watches the two men take each other into their hands. Jungkook’s large hand is tentative on Jimin’s cock, having never touched anyone else like this before. Jimin takes Jungkook into his hand, running up the length and then rubbing his thumb over the wet tip. Jungkook copies his movements, satisfied when Jimin moans his name against his lips. Yoongi leans forward, still grasping himself firmly as he watches the two men moving in tandem.
“How does it feel baby? Do you like it when Jimin touches you?” Yoongi asks, moving his own hand in time with the other men.
“It feels - ssso good.” Jungkook pants out between breathy moans. Yoongi knows the poor boy won’t last long, but at this rate neither will they.
“Such a good boy, making him feel so good. Tell him Jiminie.” Yoongi controls the two men, watching as their lips crash together every time they grind forward against each other.
“It’s so good. Fuck.” Jimin mutters out incoherently. How does it feel this good? Jimin knows he can’t hold back much longer, not when he has been building towards this all night. Yoongi is close too, no one willing to come first. Jungkook’s hand gets sloppy as he pumps Jimin at a rapid pace.
“I’m gonna come. Please. Can I?” Jungkook looks at Yoongi desperately. Yoongi revels in his control over the younger man, even without touching him. Jungkook’s eyes go to Yoongi’s cock, watching him play with himself at the sight of him. Jungkook moans again, and Yoongi knows he is going to come with or without his permission. He wants him to know he’s a good boy.
“Come for me.” Yoongi urges, feeling himself close to release.
“Hyung!” Jungkook cries as he releases across Jimin’s hand and their torsos. That word spoken in such an intimate moment is the last straw for Yoongi. He comes all over himself, trembling and panting as he watches Jungkook fumble through Jimin’s own orgasm. Jungkook looks down at his hand, coated in Jimin’s release. Both men freeze before letting out a simultaneous groan when Jungkook sucks his fingers into his mouth. His eyes close is an expression of delight as he tastes the other man on his own hand. He licks himself clean, oblivious to the heated stares of the other men. Yoongi feels his spent cock twitch at the sight. Before he can recover, Jungkook is crawling off Jimin’s lap. He settles himself between Yoongi’s legs and begins licking his torso clean. His tongue moves up his body and Yoongi wraps a hand into his hair tightly. When he reaches his chest, he takes the time to suck one of his nipples into his hot mouth. Yoongi’s reaction isn’t as strong as Jungkook’s, but he does sigh at the pleasant feeling of Jungkook’s tongue circling it. Jungkook’s mouth finally meets his, and Yoongi holds his face down as he licks into his mouth. He can taste them there as he prods his tongue into Jungkook’s eager mouth.
When they break apart, Jungkook melts into his embrace. Yoongi is laying against the arm of the couch with Jungkook spread lazily between his legs. Jimin shuffles in against Yoongi’s side and he raises his arm to wrap it around his boyfriend’s torso. He places a kiss against his forehead as they both look down at the spent man between them
“Can we keep him?” Jimin mumbles, and Jungkook hums contentedly in approval. Yoongi runs a hand through Jungkook’s damp hair and exhales slowly, sagging against the couch.
-
Before any of them can fall asleep in a damp, sweaty pile, Yoongi guides them both to the shower. They clean each other tenderly. The touches as reassuring, meant to comfort and not excite. Of course, they are still three naked men in one shower, but they manage to control themselves sharing only chaste kisses and gentle touches. It’s so domestic, Yoongi finds himself mesmerized by how easily this stranger can fit into their lives. Did they really only meet him tonight? The idea of letting him walk away now seems impossible. The looks he shares with Jimin tell him that his partner feels the same way.
They crawl into bed together, still bare from the shower. Jungkook is unsure of his place, but finds himself quickly tucked between the two men. This is rapidly becoming his favourite place to be; safe and small and protected. They share a few more lazy kisses before slowly drifting off to sleep. Jungkook is the first to fall, Jimin and Yoongi sharing a kiss and a fond look over his sleeping form before they each fall asleep clinging to the man between them.
-
Yoongi wakes to voices in their apartment just in time to make sure they are decently covered before Tae comes bursting through their bedroom door with no sense of propriety.
“Good Morning!” He shouts, throwing himself on the bed. He is unsurprised to find there is less room for him than he is used to. “Oh! Jungkook is here! Excellent.” Tae kisses the confused boy on the forehead as he practically rolls on top of him. Yoongi almost hisses as he pushes the man back, protecting the naked boy next to him. “No time for another round I’m afraid. Come out when you’re dressed, or…” He eyes Jungkook’s bare torso above the bed sheets “no need to bother with clothes. We brought pancakes.” Jungkook is only catching about half of what he is saying, but his expression is causing him to want to hide under the covers in embarrassment.
“Get. Out.” Yoongi lobs a pillow at his head. Tae just laughs it off and runs back out of the room. “Jungkook’s still here!” They can hear him yell as the door closes behind him. Jungkook blinks at the light coming in through the open curtains.
“Uh, Good morning?” He mumbles, unsure of how he will be received in the light of day. Jimin saves him from his own insecurities when he rolls himself onto his side and cups Jungkook’s face in his hands. The kiss they share is perfect, morning breath and all.
“Good Morning.” Jimin says cheerfully, climbing out of the bed and pulling a robe on to cover himself. He makes his way to Yoongi’s side, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend before making his way out the door. Yoongi leans over and wraps Jungkook up in his arms. The boy hums softly as Yoongi presses kisses to his cheeks. When their lips meet, it quickly becomes more heated than either one anticipated. Their naked bodies pressed together under the cool sheets, Jungkook can already feel himself responding to his touch. God, he can’t wait to do everything with them. Yoongi pulls away first, distracted from a loud clang coming from his kitchen.
“We should get out there.” Yoongi says, climbing out of the bed and stretching unabashedly before pulling on a pair of sweats. He tosses a pair to Jungkook without even questioning it, taking out two oversized shirts and tossing one onto the bed next to the pants. He pulls the other over his head and ruffles his hair as he watches Jungkook get dressed in his clothes. Yeah, that’s a nice view. He pulls him into a chaste kiss, stroking his cheek as he pulls away.
“Ready to face them?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook loves it when he speaks to him in Korean. He nods, kissing the older man one more time.
“Good boy.” Yoongi says cheekily, smirking at him as he reaches for the door.
“Hyung.” Jungkook replies, smirking back.
‘Bold move.’ Yoongi laughs as he opens the door and ushers Jungkook through it and into the busy apartment. Namjoon is in the kitchen, which is no surprise after the noise he heard earlier. Hoseok and Jin are at the table, waiting patiently for the others. Jimin and Tae are on the living room couch, and judging from the look on Tae’s face, Jimin is telling him exactly what went on there last night. Yoongi directs Jungkook to the table, the others joining them over plastic containers of pancakes from the diner down the street. Jungkook sits between Yoongi and Jimin and they both struggle to keep their hands to themselves during the meal. They are petting his hair and rubbing his shoulders, earning knowing looks from the others. When Yoongi leans forward to lick a drop of syrup from the corner of his mouth, placing a soft kiss there as he pulls away, a loud ‘awww!’ sounds around the whole table. This causes Jungkook to hide himself in Yoongi’s shoulder, which only makes the ‘awww!’ louder and Yoongi’s proud grin wider.
With breakfast out of the way, the men remain at the table going over their plans for the week.
“Namjoon’s birthday is coming up too!” Jimin says excitedly when they are discussing upcoming events.
“Will you come?” Namjoon asks, eyes focused on Jungkook. Jungkook looks towards Jimin and Yoongi who both smile and nod at his silent question.
“I’d like that.” Jungkook replies bashfully. He has never really been someone with a close group of friends, but he can see himself sitting across the Sunday breakfast table with these men for a very long time.
“Ah! This is so exciting! We take birthdays really seriously in this group, no expense spared, no stripper unhired!” Tae claps his hands and chatters excitedly.
“No strippers!” Namjoon chastises, pointing directly at Tae.
“Right…” Tae rolls his eyes. “No strippers.” He puts air quotes around the words and winks at Namjoon as he says them.
“When is your birthday?” Jin asks Jungkook, changing the subject. Jungkook actually chokes on his coffee. Had he never mentioned it to any of them? They are all looking to him for an answer, so clearly it must have slipped his mind.
“Actually, that’s why I was at the bar last night… yesterday was my 21st birthday.” He looks down bashfully. His birthday had never been that big of a deal, and he had already had his 21st in Korea, so he didn’t want to make a fuss about this. He looks back up in time to see them all staring at each other with stunned expressions. The voices all overlap after that, and Jungkook can’t keep up.
“It was your birthday yesterday?”
“You’re 21?!”
“Yesterday?”
“Ah! He’s a baby!”
Jungkook flushes at all the attention. He feels a hand on his shoulder before Yoongi’s voice is in his ear.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” He asks, sounding disappointed.
“I guess I forgot, with everything that happened.” He responds a little sadly. He didn’t mean to upset anyone. Jimin draws his attention back over his shoulder as the rest are all yelling around the table still.
“Did you have a good birthday?” Jimin asks with a mischievous look in his eye.
“Yes.” Jungkook answers embarrassingly quickly.
“I still wish we had known.” Jimin’s eyes change from mischievous to downright ravenous. “Let us make it up to you.” He runs a hand down Jungkook’s torso to his crotch, palming him through his pants under the table. The only one who can see this action is Yoongi, who quickly clears his throat. Jungkook just makes a weak ‘mhm’ noise and nods.
“Time to go!” Yoongi suddenly blurts, standing up from the table.
“What?” Tae looks aghast at his sudden outburst. Jimin squeezes Jungkook teasingly through his thin sweats and Jungkook can’t hold back his moan. All attention in the room is on him as he hangs his head in embarrassment.
“Everyone out!” Yoongi yells more forcefully. Now aware of what is happening under the table, the four men quickly make their way to the door. Namjoon and Hoseok bow out gracefully without comment. Jin is trying to drag Tae out the door as the man shouts back .
“I’m getting Jungkook strippers for his birthday next year!”
“Get out!” Yoongi huffs, slamming the door behind them.
The thought that Tae believes that Jungkook will still be here a year from now makes something warm bloom in his chest and overpower his former embarrassment. Jimin stands up from his chair and pulls Jungkook to his feet next to him. Jungkook expects him to lead him to the bedroom, or even back to the couch, so he is stunned when Jimin urges him to lay down right there on the breakfast table. He climbs up next to him, curling into his side and sucking on his sensitive neck as Yoongi situates himself between his legs. Jungkook looks up at him to see Yoongi slowly pulling at the drawstring of his borrowed pants, grinning dangerously.
“Happy birthday, baby.”