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Ever since they were a kid, Jeongguk always thought that lights made noise. A buzz, more or less quiet, filling their ears until they can’t do anything but stare at the source of light — like a fly, or a moth. Sometimes they wonder what it would be like to be so small and ephemeral; passing like wind over the muddy coat of a dog, over slow trains and tree branches.
That’s how they’d love to feel like in this moment, when the heat cloggs their pores and they stand right under the LED panel hanging on the ceiling of the stairwell of Hoseok’s apartment building.
“Everything okay?”
Hoseok looks at them from the landing, the keys of his bike dangling between his fingers. The red colored coat over the grey metal has been chipping away with the summer temperatures and the sweat.
Jeongguk diverts their gaze from the buzzing light, eyes a little lost, with black dots clouding their vision.
“Yeah… yeah.”
They rub their eyes with their fists for a moment and skip up the rest of the steps in a handful of seconds.
Hoseok’s apartment is on the third floor of a building in Hongdae. Even if the student life is vivid in the area — it’s too fucking hot to stay outside for a minute longer. And Hoseok has a portable fan at home, not even a five minutes walk away from where they met, so the choice had been made.
Jeongguk slips off their sandals as soon as Hoseok opens the door — and the hum of the fan can already be heard in the background. Hoseok puts his pouch bag on top of a drawer as he walks down the short corridor.
“Gotta go to the bathroom real quick. The fan should be in the common room if you wanna turn it on, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Jeongguk replies with a muffled okay — honestly, they just want to lay down on the floor and disintegrate. The binder constricting their chest hurts so fucking bad, and sweat has been sticking to their skin and their t-shirt for the past three hours. With their dark blue hair hanging in front of their eyes, Jeongguk steps inside the common room, looking at the floor. The darkening curtains are drawn, trying to keep the scorching heat out of the small apartment.
But they’re too lost in the feeling of the unbearable fabric pressing on their chest to hear the muffled sounds of two people laying on the couch. Two almost naked people, for the record.
One of them is Yoongi. He’s been Hoseok’s roommate for the past year or so, but he’s not always around. His body is completely bare apart from the thin tank top ruffled over his chest. There’s someone between his legs — going down on him. Jeongguk can’t see their face from their point of view; they can only see hair of different colors and the movements of a tongue, licking up and down and in between Yoongi’s creases.
Yoongi is the first one to notice them. He blinks a few times, hand buried in the strands of hair of his partner, trying to bring their head closer to him when his partner sucks particularly hard. He meets Jeongguk’s eyes for a moment and a faint smirk appears on his lips — but it’s wiped off and turned into the shape of an open mouth when his partner slides two of their fingers inside him without giving him any warning.
“Why’re you smiling that way, huh?”
The stranger’s voice is hoarse, but has a particular high lilt to it. Almost melodious, the perfect reader for an audiobook you want to listen to before going to bed.
Yoongi doesn’t speak — only nods once towards the spot where Jeongguk is standing right before the entrance, a few meters away.
That makes the stranger turn around; and seeing that face makes Jeongguk gulp. It’s someone who mills around the same places as them; Jeongin… maybe Jimin, yeah they’re pretty sure that’s the name. They stay with their knees bent on the sofa, casting Jeongguk a challenging look.
They stay like that for what feels like an hour; staring at each other, Jeongguk, Yoongi and Jimin. The latter with their shorts stuck between their cheeks, a ripped tee swallowing the rest of their figure. Their fingers are still buried inside Yoongi’s hole, but that doesn’t look like a problem to either of the partners.
Jeongguk studies the peacefulness in Yoongi’s gaze, despite the awkward situation; they study the two scars spreading on his chest and the way his folds close around Jimin’s fingers. The openness of his body — like he could never fear a thing when he was between the arms of his partner.
And Jeongguk craves that. Not to feel the need to cover themself up as soon as everything is finished. Not ending up crying in the middle of sex because they can’t even feel like they’re inside their body, let alone enjoy pleasure. Knowing that their partner understands what they feel, their boundaries and their kinks.
But luck has never been on their side during their rare sexual encounters. And maybe that’s why they haven’t been with anyone during the past year — especially since they started to take hormones, two months ago. It’s like having more testosterone in their body made them feel even more aware of the thoughts going around someone’s mind while they fucked them. A sexual fantasy for some; a terrible chemistry with others.
That’s why, in the mere seconds Jeongguk shares with the couple, they almost feel a pull to just join in. Voyeuristically, perhaps. No touching, just watching. Like the porn videos of some of the trans sex workers they see sometimes on the internet — but more real. There, by their side; people like themself.
But Jeongguk’s fantasies get interrupted by the sound of bare feet on the floor, asking, “Did you turn on the faaa—what’s going on in here?”
Hoseok’s wide eyes look shocked by the sight before them — even if it’s not the first time something like this happened to him; having one shared bathroom and two horny souls in sixty square meters will do that to you.
“Hyung… what the fuck—”
“Hyung, it’s okay.” Jeongguk interrupts Hoseok, turning around to face their friend. “My fault, I didn’t see them when I came in. We can just go to my house, it’s not even ten minutes—”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to fuck on the couch?” Hoseok asks.
Yoongi sighs, replying, “Well, you said I could do it—”
“If I was out. I’m definitely not out of the house right now.”
Yoongi raises one of his eyebrows. Jimin still has their fingers inside him.
“You were till two minutes ago—”
“Okay, fine. We’re talking about it later. But don’t fucking stain the couch cover — that shit takes at least a day to dry and I don’t have money for the laudromat until next week.”
Yoongi sighs. “Got it, boss,” he replies, head still hanging lazily on a pillow.
Hoseok clicks his tongue, but he doesn’t look too pissed off, really. He wraps his fingers around Jeongguk’s wrist, tugging them towards the exit door. “Let’s go, I’m fucking melting.”
Their hyung is already in the hallway when Jeongguk slips on their sandals, making sure their shirt stays baggy in its fit. They take one last glance at the common room — where Yoongi stares at them with the tip of his tongue sweeping over their bottom lip, and Jimin holds their gaze for a second more and tries to wink at them, failing when they close both of their eyelids and proceed to hide themself between Yoongi’s legs.
It’s okay, though. They look cute.
Jeongguk closes the door behind their back with a grin on their face.
Even with the glass door closed, Jeongguk can still hear the bass of the electro dance song playing inside. It’s not really their genre, perhaps they can bare it in situations like this — a party night at their best friend’s house. Almost twenty people packed inside a room, they could barely breathe after an hour or so.
So Jeongguk got out on the balcony, where the air isn’t as stuffy, but still humid. They’ve been like this for the past ten minutes, following the moving headlights of cars, or the switching on and off of lights inside the apartments on the other side of the street. And it helps them quiet down that small voice inside their head, even just for a few minutes.
Their fingers start to become restless, tapping on the railing and picking at the dead skin on their lower lip, so Jeongguk searches for the pack of smokes they keep in the pocket of their shorts; they only have three cigarettes left. Taking one of the filters between their lips, Jeongguk picks up the lighter inside the pack and pushes on the spark wheel. The tip lights up in that familiar orange glow, and they let the first hit sink in.
As they flick away the ashes for the second time, the door behind their back slides open, and a person they recognize puts on a spare pair of slippers. They lean forward on the railing right beside Jeongguk — the balcony is far too small to have a lot of space between bodies.
Jeongguk acknowledges them with a nod, and Jimin replies with a soft smile. They’re keeping their hair slicked back tonight, strands of white-blond, light blue, purple and pink. Another giant tee swallows their figure, and they take out of their pocket a cigarette case of their own. It’s silver, and the smokes are all lined up neatly under the elastic.
But the flint of their lighter doesn’t want to work tonight — they roll the wheel a few times more but the flame doesn’t come. Before they can curse out every single industry that only works thanks to consumerism, a yellow glow appears before their eyes, and the smoke hanging between their lips is lit up in a blink.
After taking in the first puff, Jimin smiles, leaning on the railing on their right side.
“Thanks.”
Jeongguk mimics their movement, facing them as they take in another drag.
“No problem.”
They can’t see a lot because of the poor lighting, but Jimin’s features look stunning even in the darkness. Round cheeks, full lips, defined jawline.
“You a party smoker?”
Jeongguk’s mouth twists at the question.
“Usually… yeah. But I’ve been an every-situation kind of smoker, lately.”
Jimin hums, tongue licking over their top lip. “Tough times?”
“Kinda. I don’t know, everything just… feels pointless.”
Jimin huffs, taking a drag from their smoke. “I don't mind listening... if you feel like talking would be good for you.”
Jeongguk’s eyebrow twitches. “We don't... you don’t even know me.”
Shrugging, Jimin exhales another hit. “That’s kinda the point, isn’t it? No bias, no prejudice.”
Jeongguk doesn’t look completely convinced, but talking with someone wouldn’t be a bad thing, they know it. They’ve always been famous for bottling things up inside until they rise, and rise, and just explode — when it’s too late to prevent it.
“Well… life has been shit, these last months.” They take the last drag in and put out the smoke in the ashtray, sighing because they never actually talk about this with anyone. Only their diary, even if they barely write anything in there anymore. “My body has been… changing. And that’s fine, because I want it to change, but… I didn’t think it would affect my mind as much as it is.”
Jimin nods twice, elbow placed on the railing, leaning with their cheek on the palm of their hand.
“You know I’m trans too… right? I, like… get it. You don’t have to talk with periphrasis.”
Jeongguk’s lips twitch in a smile. “I wasn’t sure.”
Jimin returns the smile, a look saying go on painted on their face.
“So, like…” continues Jeongguk, “you know how you get super horny when you start taking T? Like… boom,” they say, gesturing with their arm until their hand gets over their head. “And it’s been… hard. Because there are all these things going on, and the way I wanna be perceived by the world has been changing, and I never had the need to fuck as much as I’ve had during these last weeks.”
That makes Jimin laugh because… they get it. They were there during Yoongi’s horniest times. Not that they’re much better now, anyways.
“But I’m tired because all the girls I fuck only see me as butch, and for most of the guys I’m... I don’t know, a porn category. And I’m just… sick of it.”
Jimin puts out their own cigarette, letting all the smoke dissipate until only the smell lingers in the air.
And Jeongguk doesn’t want to be a killjoy — they’re still at a party, and Jimin was just going out for a smoke. They probably didn’t want to hear about their bullshit all night. So, trying to lighten the mood, with a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips, Jeongguk brings out the best smug face they can manage.
“Looks like it’s going well for you, though,” Jeongguk hints.
Jimin buries their face in the palms of their hands, cheeks turning into a darker shade of pink.
“I apologize for the other day… hyung too. We really didn’t know you were gonna get home that soon.”
Jeongguk blushes in a similar tint. “It’s okay.”
Jeongguk’s shyness makes something shift in Jimin’s stance. They lean a little bit closer, and Jeongguk can smell their smoker’s breath. “You were staring, you know.”
Swallowing down visibly, Jeongguk tries their best to ignore Jimin’s fingertips brushing the back of their hand. “It’s just…” Jimin stares at them with their dark brown eyes, gleaming lightly in the penumbra. “It’s good to see people like me enjoy having sex together and… get each other. I… I never felt like that with someone.”
Jimin nods, casting their gaze down, where the street is alive. “We’re lucky to have each other… I trust hyung and he trusts me. So… I agree, it’s nice to see that. I know it’s not like that for many people.”
Jeongguk can’t help but let their eyes roam, now that Jimin isn’t looking. They follow Jimin’s hairline, and the lean column of their neck. The many hoops pierced on their cartilage, and the silver chain resting on their chest. The softness of their lips, and the curve of their hips, barely visible under their t-shirt.
“You’re…”
At the sound, Jimin turns their head back to the balcony.
“I’m…?”
Jeongguk looks bashful, scratching the back of their neck. “Nothing.”
Jimin grins, folding their arms as they lean with their back against the railing. “Come on, now I’m curious.”
Jeongguk sighs; they hope they were a better liar. They start to stutter and their sweating turns up to one hundred. As if their back wasn’t already sticky.
“I just… you’re… you’re very pretty.” Jeongguk wants to eat their own fist, but Jimin only seems to blush as a reply. “Sorry, I… shouldn’t have said it. I know you have a boyfriend, and you probably get a shit ton of compliments from strangers an—”
“I have a boyfriend?”
Jeongguk looks confused for a moment. “Yeah, you… I saw you together three days ago. Yoongi-ssi?”
“Oooh, you thought…” Jimin looks like they’re trying real hard not to snort. “You thought hyung was my boyfriend??”
“It… looked like he was?”
Jimin lets out a squeaky laughter, the kind that makes you want to laugh with the other person.
“Okay, okay… I get that the whole situation could have been misleading, but… me and hyung are not together. Not in a romantic way, at least.” That looks like it gets Jeongguk’s curiosity. They lean back against the railing, listening with interest. “We’ve known each other for a long time and… when hyung came out, I was there for him. And when I came out too, a few years later… well, we enjoy each other’s company. Most of the time, nothing else compares to how we are together… and it works well for the both of us. Hyung doesn’t really want romantic relationships, and monogamy isn’t my thing, so… yeah.”
Jeongguk nods, pressing their lips together. It makes sense, now that they think about it. “I remember seeing the aro flag near the trans one when I was in Yoongi-ssi’s room. So it’s more… queerplatonic?”
“Yeah, the term fits us,” replies Jimin with a smile. “Even if we don’t really label our relationship, but… yeah.”
This kind of luck isn’t something Jeongguk is used to. Meeting someone from their community is still difficult even in a city like Seoul. Maybe homosexual people can still find each other in some way, but for trans folks it starts to get difficult — and don’t even get them started on non-binary people. So to meet someone in a non-monogamous relationship that doesn’t stick to the allo expectations set on couples isn’t just a breath of fresh air; it’s an epiphany.
Jeongguk turns around when they hear a knock on the glass. It’s Hoseok, with a bottle of beer in his hand and a full smile on his face. He gestures to them to come inside, almost tripping on a chair as he gets back to the common room.
Jimin and Jeongguk share an amused look, and before Jeongguk starts to tug on their socks, Jimin wraps their fingers around Jeongguk’s forearm.
“You know, if you ever wanted to wind down… me and hyung would be up for it.”
Jeongguk’s eyes become rounder and rounder. “You mean…”
“Yeah,” Jimin bats their lashes slowly, “I mean exactly that.”
Jeongguk gulps, hands getting a bit more sweaty. “Well… yeah.”
Articulate more, you idiot.
“It would be… great. But I don’t wanna be an intrud—”
“Don’t say that, of course you wouldn’t intrude.” The next words they speak are whispered, only a few inches away from Jeongguk’s face. “If you want, there's room for each one of us.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know what kind of idea Jimin has about them. If, in their mind, they’re a voyeur who enjoys seeing other people fuck; or a kind of pathetic person with the horny level of an adolescent boy and the facial lines of a prepubescent one; or a kid with dyed blue hair who doesn’t know what to do with their life. For themself, all of the three would be true.
“Can I get your KaTalk ID?”
Jimin smiles at the question. “Sure,” they reply, taking their phone from the pocket of their shorts. They quickly exchange IDs and Jimin smiles when they hear Jeongguk’s one; it’s clear it was made in 2014 and never changed since.
Right away, Jimin sends them an Apeach sticker with a heart in her hands. Jeongguk tries — and fails — to hide the smile blooming on their face.
Jimin steps inside and they close the sliding door behind them, back to the chattering and the house music.
“Let’s go grab a beer and see if we can find hyung.”
Finding Yoongi at the party hadn’t been difficult. But Jeongguk was tipsy, and there were two gorgeous people talking to them, and they weren’t used to that much attention. But drinking a beer together had been nice — even if the night had ended too shortly, because Jeongguk had to get to work early in the morning and without at least six hours of sleep they lost every ability to function.
But for this past week the three of them have been exchanging messages throughout the day and… it’s been nice. Nothing too serious, but… Jimin is witty. And Yoongi’s sense of humor mirrors Jeongguk’s. Plus, he looked so fucking nice with that bandana around his head and that look they saw in his eyes when Jimin made him sit down on their lap and played with the longer pink strands of hair on his nape with their hand full of rings.
So, yes. Jeongguk might have been fantasizing about them for the past week. That’s why their heart is beating a bit too fast, now that they’re standing right before the entrance door of Jimin’s apartment building. It looks old, probably built in the ‘80s.
They smooth down their tee one last time, the light blue tone matching the dark blue one of their hair — long strands around their face, falling right over their shoulders. Searching for the correct name through the infinite list, Jeongguk pushes the doorbell and waits.
A few moments after, a familiar voice rings from the intercom, “Come up! Second floor.”
The main door buzzes open and Jeongguk gets inside with a quiet step. The interior of the building definitely fits with the exterior — it looks like it has never been renewed, and some of the yellow color on the walls has been chipping away for quite some time.
When Jeongguk gets to the last flight of stairs, they’re met with an image they didn’t expect — Jimin and Yoongi are out on the landing, standing there with two canvas bags and a blanket.
“Hey,” Jeongguk whispers, keeping their hands in their pockets.
“Hey,” they both reply, and Yoongi steps a bit forward. “Since it’s past six pm, we thought we could go to the rooftop, eat something… what do you think?”
Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, sure… but I-I didn’t bring anything.”
Should I have brought something? What even is this, a date? No, no, wait… no dates. Yoongi probably wouldn’t like that term. Would he? Fuck.
“It was a last-minute decision, don’t worry… plus, hyung made food for six people, so there’s enough for everyone,” Jimin reassures them, already stepping up the stairs.
“Unless you’re plant-based. That could be a problem,” adds Yoongi, keeping one of the bags closer to his body so as not to jostle its content.
After they ate all that samgyeopsal last night…
“Not vegan. I eat everything, if it’s not too spicy.”
Jimin smiles, pleased. “Cool. Hyung made kimbap and gyeran-mari… we got some beer too.”
The way to the rooftop isn’t too long, and Yoongi throws himself against the panic bar of the door to let them get outside. The building isn’t too high, so they can’t see the skyline or anything, but it’s nice nonetheless to be out in the open air without anyone around.
“Nobody ever comes here,” Jimin says as they smooth down the blanket. “I honestly don’t get why.”
Yeah, Jeongguk doesn’t get it either. With good food and three bottles out, the light of the sun still illuminating the city and good company, Jeongguk wonders how their evening could ever get better.
They start to eat while exchanging a few words, but it’s mostly just shared looks and blushing cheeks. Jeongguk asks Jimin how they managed to dye their hair like that, and Yoongi asks Jeongguk what genres of music they like to listen to the most.
Yoongi plays the piano and the guitar, and sometimes Jimin sings with him. They are too shy to let Jeongguk hear anything, but it’s okay. With time, it’ll come.
Jeongguk tells them about their job as a piercer and tattoo artist downtown — hence the eyebrow piercing and the sleeve of tattoos, as Yoongi noticed — and they find out Jimin always wanted to get a central piercing on their lower lip; maybe a tongue one. They discover that Yoongi works as a composer and lyricist in an entertainment company, mainly for hip-hop artists. Jimin got their university degree a few years ago and now they’re working in a company which revolves around biodegradable packaging and circular economy. That’s also why they’re actually trying to go plant-based, but it’s so difficult to eat out without having to eat meat, dairy or eggs most of the time.
“So,” Jimin mumbles around a gulp of beer, “I don’t wanna assume anything or let anything go unsaid. I value clear communication even if it’s not very sexy.”
“Everything you say with your hair styled this way is sexy,” Yoongi replies, carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair, slicked back, showing off their undercut.
“You know that if you touch my scalp you make me lose focus,” Jimin whispers under their breath, eyelids already closed at the soft touch of Yoongi’s fingertips.
“Go on with your clear communication,” Yoongi murmurs in Jimin’s ear with that smile he gets sometimes and riles Jimin up.
Blinking their eyes open, Jimin rolls their shoulders back. “Right… right.” Their gaze sharpens, meeting Jeongguk’s by the other end of the blanket. “I mostly just wanted to ask if you had anything that… triggers you. Anywhere you don’t wanna be touched—”
“My chest,” they answer a little too quickly, but not nearly as fast as their heart beginning to race.
Jimin nods, picking their bottle back up. “Okay… all the chest. Anything else?”
Jeongguk’s lips twist. “I mean… I don’t think so. If everything goes smoothly… that’s the only thing.” They fidget with the hem of their shirt, but at least their heartbeat has slowed down for now. “Also, I’m… I’m a verse.”
That makes the light in Yoongi’s eyes spark a little brighter. “Fuck, my wish came true.”
Jeongguk smiles at that, chuckling around the rim of their bottle. “Thought about me that much?” they ask, meeting Yoongi’s stare with hooded eyelids.
Yoongi pushes his tongue in his cheek, his eyebrows raising for a moment. “Maybe.”
Pleased with the answer, Jeongguk drinks from their bottle of beer, sure that Yoongi and Jimin must be staring at the way their throat swallows down the alcohol, even if their Adam’s apple isn’t that defined.
“Come a little closer,” Jimin whispers when they put the bottle down.
So Jeongguk moves the bags and the dirty foils off the blanket, the bottles too. They sit with their legs crossed right in front of the two, seated in the middle. This way, they almost form a circle.
Yoongi mimics his own motion from a few minutes ago — his long fingers comb through Jeongguk’s blue strands, touching the scalp where it’s most sensitive. Jimin draws circles with their thumb on Jeongguk’s inner thigh, where another tattoo peeks from under their shorts.
Jeongguk feels overwhelmed in the best way possible. They’re both gentle with them, but the hunger in Jimin’s gaze and the glow in Yoongi’s eyes tells them what they’re about to do won’t be as soft at all.
Good.
“I’ve never kissed two people at once,” Jeongguk mumbles when Yoongi gets closer.
A smirk blooms on Jimin’s lips. “How filthy are you on a scale from one to ten?”
Is it possible for a voice to make them feel wet?
“I’d say a solid nine.”
Licking their upper lip with the tip of their tongue, Jimin replies, “Then let’s test you.”
The soft nip of Yoongi’s teeth right under their jaw makes Jeongguk shiver, their breath coming out shaky. Yoongi leaves an open mouthed kiss right over the same spot, tracing the column of their neck with his lips.
Jimin grazes Jeongguk’s lips with their own, the taste of beer still lingering on them. They lick the seam of Jeongguk’s lips and grin at their round eyes, full of wonder and curiosity.
“Hyung…” Jimin calls Yoongi, who got lost inside one of his biggest kinks — clavicles. Yoongi blinks, glancing at Jimin and immediately knowing what’s going on in their mind.
“Doing things the even way,” he says before snaking his palm up Jeongguk’s back, closing his fingers around their nape. They both stare at each other’s lips, and it doesn’t take long for Yoongi to ask, “Can I?”
Jeongguk nods, swallowing clearly. Yoongi’s lips ghost over their cheek, the corner of their mouth. And then — Jimin’s tongue joins Yoongi’s and fuck… they’re kissing them. The tips of their tongues meet on the seam of Jeongguk’s lips, and maybe it’s messy, but Jeongguk can’t help but moan in the back of their throat when their tongues touch.
Their right hand closes around Yoongi’s thigh, and their left one grips Jimin’s side. Leaving Yoongi a bit of space, Jimin starts to bite down gently on the column of Jeongguk’s neck — the one still left untouched. Jeongguk is ready to bet on their cat Toro they’ll be leaving this house with more than one visible hickey.
Yoongi takes one of Jeongguk’s lobes between his lips and tugs — the metal of their four hoops clinking against his teeth. Without missing a beat, Jimin buries their hand in Jeongguk’s hair and meets their lips in another wet kiss, straddling Jeongguk’s thigh until they’re completely sitting on it.
And Jeongguk wonders if it will work this time. If their thoughts will let them enjoy this because at least they’re sure they won’t receive any transphobic comments from their partners.
If they close their eyes, they can try to concentrate only on what they feel. Yoongi’s teeth digging in their skin. Jimin’s weight on their leg, and their tongues melting together. Their own hands gripping the soft meat of Yoongi’s thigh.
“Maybe we should…” Yoongi mumbles, the black strands of his mullet getting in his eyes. “Maybe we should get inside?”
Jimin tugs one last time on Jeongguk’s bottom lip, smoothing down the sting with their tongue. “As much as I’d love to fuck you here in the open…” they whisper to the both of them, “I don’t have the money to pay for a public indecency fee.”
Jeongguk smiles wide, and, glancing at their side, they see how Yoongi loses focus for a moment as he stares at them with a wonderful, happy face.
“Then let’s go.”
Like in any other box apartment in Seoul, Jimin’s room isn’t anything fancy. They can’t hang anything up on the walls, but that doesn’t stop them from covering them in posters — one showing a shot of Paris is Burning, another of Rux and other punk and metal bands, and a bigender flag right beside the door. There’s even a polaroid of Jimin wrapped around that same flag pinned on a cork board, alongside other pictures in the company of their friends.
They’re sitting on Jimin’s bed, and Jeongguk has learned that Yoongi and Jimin have strong opinions on the cisheteronormative view of the society they live in. Yoongi doesn’t feel like the type of love he feels can resemble the ones he’s been seeing around him since he was little, and that’s why they find comfort in the term aromantic. And Jimin — always the youngest of their groups of friends and in their family — has been resenting honorifics for the past few years. They say honorifics are essentially connected to a gendered perspective of people they don’t feel like and do not want to participate in. But when Jeongguk didn’t feel comfortable enough to call Jimin just by their name, they said hyung was just fine for the time being.
“I’d say I see myself more on the non-binary spectrum but…” Jimin continues their explanation, rubbing at their calf while they keep their legs crossed. “Sometimes I feel more masculine. For a bit of time, when hyung came out, I thought I was just trans, but I never really felt like a boy… so when I found out about non-binary people, it was like the whole world became clearer. And then I saw the bigender flag on the internet and thought it was super pretty… I read about it and found out the term actually fits me better.”
Jeongguk never met another trans person in their life. Not that they knew of, at least. That’s why it almost sounds surreal to talk about these things with people that can… understand. You don’t have to explain more, to contextualise, you can just talk freely and see that that person gets you.
“What about you?” Yoongi asks, his thumb rubbing circles over Jeongguk’s knee. “Were you lurking on the internet too?”
Jeongguk giggles. “As a matter of fact… yes.” They smile at the fact that they all seem to have figured things out in the same way. “You’re actually the first out trans people I met… and that’s… that’s kind of the reason why I wanted to come here.” Their nails press down on their palm, and Jimin joins Yoongi in his movements, brushing the skin of Jeongguk’s thigh.
“I’ve always had some problems with sex… at some point I thought I was sex-averse, or just on the ace spectrum but… I’m not. It’s just that I’ve always had bad experiences and…” The knot in their throat tightens. “You hear me. I just… I just always feel like others see me as a girl. I started T two months ago but my voice cracks and it still has to lower. And my body is just…” They gesture to their chest, pressed too tight inside their binder, but they can feel the weight of it on their shoulders, on their rib cage.
“Hey…” Jimin speaks softly, just like they did that evening on the balcony. “Not having surgery doesn’t take away your identity. You know that.”
“I know but…” Jeongguk closes their eyes for a moment, exhaling as long as they can. “It’s hard. It’s always so hard and sometimes I wish we could just… take a break from our bodies. Do swaps like in those movies with terrible special effects and see our soul come out and just be in another body for a few days.”
They’d probably never want to come back.
Yoongi wraps his arm around Jeongguk’s middle and leaves a kiss on the side of their head, feeling the softness of their hair on his lips. He squeezes their side, letting his hand stay there, even if it’s already warm enough.
“You know…” Jimin says, still rubbing circles on Jeongguk's thigh. “I can’t start to medically transition because of health reasons, and I get you. I fucking get you so much, Jeongguk-ah, but we can’t let that make us less of who we are. We won’t always pass, but the people who care about you know who you are. You know who you are. And if shit partners made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin when you were at your most vulnerable moment… fuck them.”
Jimin makes it feel so easy.
“Fuck them,” echoes Yoongi. “Really, Jeongguk-ah… some people aren’t worth your time, nor your sadness. I had to wait five years since I started T to finally get my top done, and you can’t even imagine the amount of assholes I met during that time.”
“But luckily you had me,” Jimin interjects, throwing themselves on Yoongi and wrapping him up in their arms. Yoongi tries to escape for a moment, kicking his legs and hitting Jeongguk’s shin in the process, but in the end he lets himself be pressed to the mattress and hugged, until Jimin reaches for his cheek to give him a kiss.
Jeongguk wonders if all relationships are actually meant to be so easy. If all the complicated feelings, the things we put ourselves through just to keep on going by habit, or convenience, are actually worth it in the end. They know that a relationship should be built on attraction — not necessarily sexual — commitment and intimacy… and if one starts to lack, how much time is too much time to try to mend things when you’re the only one rowing so the boat doesn’t capsize?
“How did you meet?”
Jeongguk’s voice makes the other two stop their squirming, looking at them with huge eyes, glancing at each other for a second.
“Well…” Yoongi props his head on Jimin’s thighs, pushing his longer bangs away from his face. “We met in high school. I was in my third year and Jimin-ah was in their first.”
So it’s been ten years.
“We were in a music club together… we played jazz, it wasn’t that bad. I played the piano and Jimin-ah played the saxophone.”
“Too bad I never had the money to buy one of my own.” Jimin frowns. “I kinda miss playing.”
“You were good,” Yoongi says, softly scratching the inner part of Jimin’s forearm.
“Thanks… but my neighbors would probably kill me since I could only play at night.”
Jeongguk smiles. “Mmh… that’s a cool image. You know, you’re doing an evening walk and you hear a sax play, coming from a window…”
“If you have 800 thousand won to give me, I’d love to serenade you, sweetheart,” Jimin replies as their voice drops down an octave, with a suggestive wiggle of their eyebrows.
Jeongguk gives them a soft punch on the arm, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to get up and give a slap of his own on Jimin’s other arm — for fairness, of course.
“So yeah—” exclaims Jimin, tackling Yoongi’s hands under one of their own. “We met in high school.” With their free hand, they play with the pink strands on Yoongi’s nape, wrapping them around a finger and letting them uncurl, and Jeongguk sees the way Yoongi melts under the touch, like butter. “And we’ve been close ever since.”
Yoongi meets Jimin’s gaze with his eyes half closed, and tugging Jimin’s thigh closer to him, where his hands are still held down, he kisses the corner of Jimin’s mouth, until his chest meets their arm. Jimin turns their head to the side, cupping Yoongi’s cheek with their palm, parting their lips and closing them around Yoongi’s bottom lip. Yoongi licks at the seam of Jimin’s lips, and Jeongguk feels a shiver down their spine when he sees their tongues meet.
He could watch them for hours. Yoongi kisses softly, with care, a bit of teeth, so inviting when they sink into the plumpness of Jimin’s lower lip. Jimin looks more hungry — they take and take and give back all the same. They guide, deepen the kiss and bring it back to pecks.
Jeongguk looks at the hand extended towards them, resting on the bed. Jimin has freed both of Yoongi’s hands, and they’re now offering them their left one. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jimin glances at Jeongguk, inviting them to join in.
Yes, Yoongi kisses slowly. Thoroughly. And Jimin is more passionate, a different kind of smooth. When they’re kissing Jeongguk, they keep their hands around their waist, and Yoongi can’t stop sucking at that soft spot right over Jeongguk’s clavicle.
Jimin grips the hem of Yoongi’s t-shirt and breaks their kiss, lifting it over his head and off his arms. Yoongi’s skin feels soft, just like it looked when Jeongguk saw it in the darkness of the common room.
“Do you wanna keep your shirt on?” he asks Jeongguk, leaving another kiss to their jawline.
“Yeah, and… my binder.”
Both Jimin and Yoongi stop their kissing; their limbs grow still, no movement at all.
“Jeongguk-ah…” Jimin whispers, “do you have any idea how much that hurts you?”
Jeongguk looks down at the sheets, swallowing heavily. “I know but,” they fidget with the hem of their shorts, “it’s the only thing that works for me. I get too hot with a shirt on, and I… I can’t stay naked—”
“Have you ever tried taping?”
Jeongguk looks at Jimin with a confused look.
“Taping?”
“Yeah…” Jimin lifts their shirt in a heartbeat, showing Jeongguk their chest covered in… actual tape. “Taping. It’s not like wrapping yourself in bandages… You didn’t know about it?”
Jeongguk shakes their head, still a bit confused. “I—I didn’t… How does it work?”
“You just cut a length of tape and put it on your skin… but you gotta be careful. It’s not super easy at first but…” Jimin lingers on their last word, perhaps wondering if they’re crossing any boundaries. “Do you… want me to show you? So you’re also cool for… later?”
Jeongguk mulls over Jimin’s words. “I don’t know… I kinda have big…”
“It’s not a problem,” Jimin smiles, brushing the back of Jeongguk’s hand, “we just gotta use more of it. So, wanna try?”
Jimin’s chest looks kinda cool. Flat. Doesn’t look like it hurts… or compresses.
“Yeah… why not?”
“Okay, so…”
Jimin searches on the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet, while Yoongi sits down on the closed toilet seat.
“This is tape. This one’s blue because they just had this in the store but you can also get it in the color of your skin. Or others, I don’t know, there are plenty.” Jimin opens the small box and pulls out a roll of kinesio tape, unrolling a bit of it. “This is the thing you put on your muscles when you hurt yourself, usually you gotta go to a physiotherapist to get it done… that’s why you shouldn’t always use it, because it can ruin your tissues… it has some stuff in the glue, I don’t remember exactly but… yeah. Since you don’t actually use it the way it was created for, you should go easy with it… but it’s great if you gotta go swim, or you don’t feel like wearing a top that day, or… you know, have sex.”
“Sooo…” Jeongguk takes the roll, in their hands, inspecting it inside and out. “I just put this on and… it stays on?”
“Yeah, for five days or so. Sometimes a week, depends on how much you shower and how hot it is.”
“But you gotta put cotton disks on your nipples or it hurts like hell when you take it off,” Yoongi adds.
Yeah, Jeongguk can do pain but not that kind of pain.
“Also.. tape reacts differently for everyone. Some people get like… blisters, so you gotta be careful. And apply it when the skin is completely dry… so wait a bit to put it on if you, I don’t know, just got out of the shower.”
Jimin takes the tape Jeongguk offers them and with the scissors in their hands, they start cutting the first strip. “I’m just gonna go with my usual measurement here, but you have to figure out what’s best for yourself, after you try a few times.” They cut the angles off and make the strip as round as possible, so it doesn’t unglue so easily.
After cutting four strips, Jimin puts the scissors down.
“So… do you prefer to do it on your own? It’s a bit tricky at first… the glue will stick to your hands and you also gotta push—”
“No, I… can you show me?”
Yoongi props one of his bare feet on the seat. “You sure?”
Jeongguk turns their head to the side and nods. “Yeah… I’m sure.”
Holding the hem of their t-shirt, Jeongguk lifts their top over their head and lets it fall on the tiles. They take a deep breath, closing their eyes, walking a step past the mirror and taking off their binder too, until all that remains is the sweaty skin of their chest.
“Here,” Yoongi says, offering them a bit of toilet paper, “wipe yourself a bit.”
Jeongguk smiles softly and takes the paper in their hands, drying the drops still lingering around and throwing the tissue in the bin.
Most of the times, Jeongguk wishes their body was more androgynous. Like Jimin’s, like all the bodies of those non-binary people they see on the internet. But with time they’ve grown to believe — truly believe — that the way their body is shaped doesn’t make them less gendervoid than a skinny, white person dressing like a skater on Pinterest.
“Take these,” Jimin says, giving them two cotton disks. “Hold them while I put on the first strip, okay?”
Jeongguk keeps the disk right over one of their nipples while Jimin takes off a bit of the tape’s covering. “You’ll want to remove the paper little by little when you put it on, so it fixes better.” They apply one of the ends on Jeongguk’s skin, taking the covering off very slowly. “And you gotta push everything back, make it as flat as possible. That’s why it’s difficult at first… you gotta do three things at the same time.”
Jimin puts on another strip, and when it’s not enough, they cut another two stripes from the roll.
“Wanna try with the other side?”
Jeongguk nods, feeling simultaneously shy and proud. They put on the other three strips with a bit of fumbling and the help of Yoongi’s skilled hands when the tape gets stuck to the glue on a non-corner.
And then it feels… freeing.
Because Jeongguk’s back doesn’t stay hunched, and their chest doesn’t hurt anymore. And when they look at themselves from the side, reflected on the mirror — there’s just a tiny bump. Probably concealed under a tee with a thick graphic on.
So it only comes natural that a tear stings the corner of their eye — but they don’t have to worry. Because beside them there are two people who went through the same, and they don’t have to fear that they’re overreacting or being dramatic. They’re just being emotional. Because when you look in the mirror and you feel just a little bit closer to the version of yourself you have in your mind — that right there, is a small spark of happiness.
“It’s not like you to be this shy, hyung.”
Jimin lays down on their bed on Yoongi’s side, letting their fingertips brush against his skin, over his stomach and his hips. Yoongi still keeps his legs closed, but Jimin continues to spread them with their hand each time their fingers get down and back up.
Jeongguk lays down on the other side, but they keep their hands to themself. Jimin told them they’re gonna show them how to pleasure hyung — so that Jeongguk can fuck him the best, right after Jimin.
“He loves teasing,” Jimin whispers to Jeongguk — as if Yoongi wasn’t even there to listen. “He’s most sensitive on his inner thighs and his stomach… you have nice fingers, bet he’d love to feel them. Am I right, hyung?”
Yoongi nods with his eyes closed, already losing himself in the delicate touch of Jimin’s fingertips.
“But there’s another thing he loves a lot…”
Jimin shuffles on the bed, crawling towards the opposite end. They spread Yoongi’s legs with their hands, pushing his thighs apart, sliding down on the sheets on their stomach, completely bare. In this position Jeongguk can take in the perfect, round shape of their ass — and they know that Jimin said they almost never bottom because of past stuff, but fantasizing about just slipping in doesn’t hurt anyone, right?
Perhaps, they could try intercrural.
“See, Jeongguk-ah…” Jimin continues, looking at Yoongi with their most devilish gaze. “Hyung loves getting head.”
Pushing Yoongi’s outer labia apart, Jimin spits on the tip of Yoongi’s dick, and Jeongguk marvels at the way the liquid drips down, down, almost getting to Yoongi’s hole. Jimin gives the first lick to the head and Yoongi’s leg trembles, breath hitching when Jimin tugs on it with their lips, their tongue still brushing the underside.
Jeongguk stares at the way Jimin never takes a second to breathe and just keeps going, bobbing their head a little while they lap at Yoongi’s cock, letting their tongue get inside every crease. Their fingers tease at Yoongi’s entrance, two of them motioning up and down, the tips getting wet with the slide. But just as they seem to be stopping and pushing in, Jimin gives one last suck and comes up, mouth smudged with liquids.
“Wanna try?”
And Jeongguk does try. They never saw a T-dick before their eyes — but it’s not so different from other things they did in the past. Their own is still almost nonexistent, but it’s okay… transitioning takes time, and they’re learning that the hard way.
Yoongi does these muffled, soft moans whenever Jeongguk gets the motion just right, and when they slip their first finger in, Yoongi’s whole body shudders, after almost half an hour of teasing.
“Another… please, I can take another…”
“Already begging, hyung?” Jimin smirks while Jeongguk pushes in their second finger.
Shut up is Yoongi’s only remark before he gets lost in the feeling of Jeongguk fingering him and sucking his dick at the same time, never missing a beat, always keeping the rhythm.
“I’m…” Yoongi chokes on his own words, “I’m gonna come if you keep going like this—”
“Good,” replies Jimin, “that’s what we wanted from the start.”
“Don’t know how much I can take if you’re both gonna fuck me.”
“Remember how it was to go on T, hyung? At the start?” Jeongguk asks from between his legs, still tugging gently at Yoongi’s cock with their fingers. Yoongi nods — it was hell. Horny every second of the day. He remembers. “That’s me right now. And you can take it… I’m not gonna be rough.”
“Oh, but they’re gonna be,” Yoongi slurs, nodding towards Jimin.
“Mmh…” Jeongguk mumbles as they sit back on their haunches, “well, slow sex is the best aftercare sometimes.”
Yoongi grins lazily, his eyes clouded with lust when Jimin straddles his middle, hovering above him.
“How do you feel, baby?”
Yoongi opens his eyes, his tongue feeling a little like cotton. “I’m fine… ready.”
Jimin smiles, sliding down a bit more to kiss Yoongi on the mouth. They keep the kiss delicate, without tongue, and Jeongguk looks at the way Yoongi’s body relaxes again under the touch.
“Gonna put the harness on… wait a second.”
Jimin leaves another peck to his lips and slides down the bed, picking up a strap-on sitting over a drawer. They choose Yoongi’s favorite dildo — dark violet, long and slim, without any bumps. They step inside the strings of the harness, adjusting them to the right size around their waist and their thighs. The ropes are a bit long to the sides, but it’s okay.
They squeeze a bit of water-based lube in the palm of their hand, warming it up between their fingertips. “Here we go…” Jimin whispers, coating their length with it, smearing the rest of it right over Yoongi’s front hole.
Jimin lays down on the mattress, patting their own thighs and — shit. Jeongguk just realized Yoongi is gonna ride them.
In a heartbeat, Yoongi straddles Jimin, so naturally Jeongguk doesn’t doubt the amount of times they did this before. They stare at the way Yoongi searches behind his back, finding Jimin’s cock and making it brush his labia, the tip sitting right under his hole. He continues like this for a minute, until he bends over a bit and the head catches, making his jaw drop and his lips part when the tip gets sucked in.
“So good, baby, you’re doing so good…” Jimin reassures him, brushing his fingers up and down Yoongi’s sides, soothing him. “Shit, you’re so handsome... I’ll never get used to this.”
When Yoongi sits down almost fully, he crashes forward onto Jimin’s chest. Jeongguk pets his hair quietly, laying down on his side right next to Jimin. Yoongi smiles softly, and then he starts moving his hips slowly, in circles, enjoying the feeling of being full while being cradled by two — three strong arms. Jeongguk rests his hand on Yoongi’s back, fingertips moving along the sides of his spine.
Yoongi lifts himself up to feel the drag of the cock stretch himself, falling back down with a smooth movement. He keeps his back arched, and Jeongguk wants to see more, but for now they keep brushing Yoongi’s thighs, feeling the muscles ripple under the strain.
Jimin keeps their hands on Yoongi’s hips, guiding his movements — especially when Yoongi starts moving a little faster, his black mullet with its pink strands bouncing along.
“Fuck, Jimin-ah…”
Yoongi can feel the tip of Jimin’s cock hit all the right places — that smooth part, far up inside him.
“Coming so soon, hyung?” Jimin teases.
“You know I don’t last much—”
Yoongi, with his eyes closed, gasps when he feels Jeongguk’s arm wrap around his torso, keeping his back straight and tugging on his dick, gathering a bit of lube from the mess near his hole. And Yoongi feels it coming, feels his legs starting to tingle and that familiar sensation building up inside him as Jeongguk continues to circle his fingertips and holds him so close to their chest, he can feel the muscles of Jeongguk’s arms supporting all his weight, chest to back, while Jimin pounds into him, their feet giving them leverage on the mattress to thrust in faster—
And he comes undone on Jimin’s lower stomach, convulsing for a few seconds until he collapses against Jeongguk’s chest, who keeps their arms secure around his waist, leaving soft kisses all over his shoulders.
“Oh, you just discovered his biggest kink on your own, Jeongguk-ah…” Jimin slurs, slowly straightening their legs back on the bed.
Jeongguk looks at them with a confused look for a second but — oh. Yoongi’s hand is softly touching their bicep, eyes still closed while he gets back from his high.
So… muscles.
Jeongguk knows their arms look good. They’re trying to complete their sleeve, only a few pieces missing near their shoulder, and they’ve been trying to get thicker these past few months. Apparently, their hard work is being appreciated.
“I’ll go wash this off in the bathroom…” Jimin says as they get up from the bed, “so you can use the same one, and then we’ll use another for you if you still wanna bottom. Okay?”
Jeongguk nods while they help Yoongi get down on the bed, laying on his back with his head on the pillow. They can hear the water go from the sink on the other side of the wall, Jimin washing off the residues of lube.
“You sure you can go another round?”
Yoongi smiles softly, turning his head to the side to look at Jeongguk. “Oh, darling… I got fucked by five different people for more than two hours at a sex party once. You’re underestimating me.”
A sex party… that sounds cool. Jeongguk wonders if they’ll ever be able to attend one when they can’t even meet two people they already know without feeling anxious.
But they know. Baby steps.
Yoongi lays his head on Jeongguk’s chest, feeling their thighs under the palms of his hands. Jeongguk kisses his neck slowly, nipping at the juncture with his shoulder, wrapping him up with an arm around his waist.
Hearing the soft padding of feet on the floor, Jeongguk starts licking all along the column of Yoongi’s neck, and that’s the sight Jimin takes in when they lay back on the bed, right behind Jeongguk.
Squeezing one of Jeongguk’s asscheeks without much warning, Jimin feels the shiver going down Jeongguk’s spine when they suck one of Jeongguk’s lobes between their lips.
Handing the harness down to Jeongguk, Jimin whispers in their ear, “All yours.”
Jeongguk turns around to glance at Jimin for a moment, and all they see in their eyes — is challenge. Even if Jeongguk hasn’t known them for a long time, they already came to understand that Jimin can be quite possessive. Not in the sense of you’re mine and not anyone else’s, but more in the sense of I know you’ll always come back to me because I’m the best you’ll ever have, that’s why you’re mine.
And Jeongguk… Jeongguk has never turned back from a challenge.
Sitting up on the bed, Jeongguk lifts and moves Yoongi right in the center, scooping him up from under his knees and back. They slip their legs inside the same harness Jimin used before, the same dildo, and coat it with some more lube — even if Yoongi is all stretched out, still wet from before.
“Really? Missionary?” Jimin remarks, sitting with their back against the headboard.
Jeongguk tsks, spreading Yoongi’s thighs. “You can do a lot with missionary. Maybe you just can’t last enough.”
Jimin pushes their tongue in their cheek, hand buried in Yoongi’s black hair. “We’ll see who lasts more, sweetheart.”
Cracking their neck, Jeongguk takes their cock in their hand, pushing Yoongi’s legs up. They tease at the entrance, like Yoongi did before to himself, letting the tip almost slip in and going back up, brushing it against Yoongi’s dick. The look in Yoongi’s eyes makes Jeongguk understand that this is one of his favorite parts — when you don’t give him what he wants right away.
So Jeongguk waits a few more minutes before slipping in smoothly, letting Yoongi feel their whole cock before sliding back out.
“Fuck…” Yoongi mumbles when Jeongguk does it again three — four times, always experiencing that first hit when the head breaches in again. After the fourth one, Jeongguk takes Yoongi’s legs in their arms and gets down chest to chest with him, starting to move slowly, deliberately, their hips going in circles.
And Jimin watches them move with hungry eyes, watches the way Yoongi’s mouth drops open and immediately slips two fingers inside it, feeling Yoongi suck on them with greed. Watches Jeongguk’s hips thrust with such precision they can feel them doing that to their own body, tries to imagine what that would feel like, even if they know it would definitely have to pass a lot of time before they’d be ready for that kind of intimacy — if Jeongguk will ever come back, that is.
Sitting up with their back straighter, Jeongguk takes Yoongi’s ankles in their grip and lifts his legs up, pounding into him a little harder, and Yoongi feels like melting away when he sees the sweat dripping down Jeongguk’s hairline and down their abs.
But keeping the position seems to tire Jeongguk before they expected — they’re a bit out of shape in the field. They let Yoongi’s legs bend naturally once again, sliding down to kiss him on the mouth. It turns heavy and wet in a second, Yoongi parting Jeongguk’s lips with his tongue as he moves his hips following Jeongguk’s thrusts, and Jimin joins them, kissing every patch of skin they can reach on Yoongi’s neck.
“Fuck, I’m coming again…” Yoongi slurs when Jeongguk starts jerking him off, quick and short movements with their fingers coated in spit and lube.
This time, the orgasm is shorter. Yoongi feels this jolt in his spine when Jeongguk hits his cervix, but the pain paired with the pleasure on his dick makes him come undone under Jeongguk’s touch.
Trying to breathe deep from his belly, Yoongi lays down with his legs open, arm twisted over his head, and his whole body feels like jelly. Even his toes tingle, and when Jimin bends down to give him a kiss, he can barely move his lips — looking like he’s on the verge of falling asleep.
Jeongguk slumps down on the bed too, legs feeling heavy and tired. They close their eyes when they feel Jimin’s fingers gently scratching their scalp, moving away the sweaty blue strands from their eyes.
“You’re so pretty like this…” Jimin whispers, lips lingering over Jeongguk’s. “Are you tired?”
Jeongguk cracks one eye open. “A lil’ bit,” they mumble.
“Mmh…” Jimin slides down between Jeongguk and Yoongi, laying on their side to look at the younger. “Let me help you finish, then. If you’re still up for it.”
Jeongguk turns around on their side too, tucking their tired legs in. Their head spins a bit, and they don’t know how long they’ll be able to continue — they’ve never been used to this before. “I can’t… I don’t know how much I can—”
“It’s okay,” Jimin reassures them, fingers still carding through their hair. “Just lay down on your stomach… I’ll take care of the rest.”
With a pleased sigh, Jeongguk turns around once again, folding their arms under their cheek and laying there naked without an ounce of that initial bashfulness. They glance at Yoongi, who actually seems to have dozed off for the time being.
“He always gets drowsy after sex… he’ll wake up in a bit, don’t worry,” Jimin says as they get up from the bed, searching for something inside a drawer. “Long or thick?”
Jeongguk takes a moment to understand that the question is directed at them. “What?”
“Long or thick?” Jimin repeats, holding two different dildos in their hands, like they were asking if Jeongguk wanted peach or pear juice.
Jeongguk stares at the dicks in Jimin’s hands — a black, long and lean one, and a dark pink, thick and shorter one. It looks like it has some sort of ridges on the sides.
Swallowing down visibly, Jeongguk nods towards the right. “Thick.”
Looking content with the choice, Jimin puts the black dildo back in the drawer and starts putting the new one inside the harness, undoing the buttons and sliding the pink dick through the metal ring.
Jeongguk feels the bed shift behind them, a new weight resting between their legs. Warm hands rub the back of their thighs, up to their asscheeks. They spread them for a second, letting every single crease be visible. Jimin plays with one of their cheeks for a few moments — and when their thumb slips down, brushing over Jeongguk’s hole, Jeongguk shivers from the contact.
“You’re so wet already…” Jimin whispers as they drag their finger over Jeongguk’s clit, wetting it with fluids. “Won’t even need lube at this point…”
Jimin moves very slowly, caressing the skin like they were playing with it, pushing their fingers between the labias, sliding there and back up, dipping an inch inside and pulling back out.
When Jimin slides two fingers inside, tips twisted down, Jeongguk lets out their first moan. Jimin moves with ease, like they perfectly know their body already — getting deep to that spot that feels so soft and so good, despite the shortness of their fingers.
“Gonna wake hyung up with all this whining,” Jimin speaks in their ear, their thumb circling over Jeongguk’s clit as their fingers slide in and out of them with ease.
And Jeongguk’s mind starts blanking, zeroing on what they’re feeling and the softness of Jimin’s voice. At some point, there’s something harder dragging over their entrance, something — thicker.
They feel the first inch of Jimin’s cock slip in, wet with lube, one of Jimin’s hands on their side, caressing, the other on their clit, circling it gently, the touch barely there. Jimin is patient with them — thrusts in and then out when they see Jeongguk can’t take it yet, works them up to it slowly until their walls are all stretched around their dick, and they see Jeongguk swallow them whole.
“Fuck…” Jimin whispers, thumb brushing the skin around Jeongguk’s hole. They build up their rhythm, following the rise and fall of Jeongguk’s hips, gripping one of them with a hand, wetting Jeongguk’s clit with more lube and keeping their fingers moving there.
But Jimin’s momentum is powerful, and they jostle Jeongguk’s body when they start thrusting with skill. “Let’s see who can last longer now, huh, Jeongguk-ah?”
The ridges of Jimin’s cock drag inside Jeongguk and they can feel them — filling them up until all their brain can think about is the way Jimin’s hands feel on them, and the bite of Jimin’s teeth on their shoulder.
They’re so lost in their pleasure that words can’t even get out of their mouth when they feel a new sensation mixed with the thrusts. Jimin’s thumb has inched higher, and now it circles around their other hole — their back one. It doesn’t try to push in or anything, just keeps circling around the rim, until Jeongguk’s muscles give in a bit, relaxed with the thrusts and the barely there drag of their clit on the sheets.
Jeongguk never tried anal before but this feels… nice. Another part of their body added to their arousal as Jimin gains back their rhythm and starts thrusting in steadily.
And that’s when Jeongguk opens their eyes and finds themselves staring at Yoongi — completely awake, gaze heavy on them, mouth softly open. Jeongguk chokes on their saliva at the sight, at the fact of being seen so exposed — being fucked so good while a thumb has slipped inside their back hole until the first knuckle, their hair being fisted in Jimin’s free hand, throat exposed to Jimin’s nipping and kissing.
“Hyung…” Jeongguk whispers, voice coming out strained.
Their eyes close and roll to the back of their head when Jimin’s cock hits that perfect spot again, and they feel like they could actually melt on the bed when Yoongi tongues at their lips and kisses them. His hand rests on Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“I’m gon’...”
It’s difficult to talk, so they let it be — whining a little higher when Jimin buries their cock all inside and circles their hips smoothly, both hands on Jeongguk’s hips to keep them there.
But when they feel that — they start losing it. Yoongi slips a hand under Jeongguk’s thigh and starts rubbing at their clit with precise circles, and Jimin catches up with it in a second, thumb following the same movement right over Jeongguk’s rim.
And with three different paces, Yoongi’s lips on their side and Jimin’s lips on their neck — Jeongguk comes all over Yoongi’s fingers, clenching around Jimin’s cock until they’re sure Jimin must feel it too, even through the silicone.
Jeongguk comes so hard that they can’t even move from where they’re laying — their legs feeling too heavy when they try to move them.
“Easy, baby,” Yoongi whispers, brushing his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair. “Just stay there for a moment.”
Jeongguk is grateful for that, even if they know they’re occupying most of the bed. But Yoongi lays down with them in the small space available, and Jimin doesn’t seem too bothered by it when they pad to the bathroom to wash off both of the dildos.
“Did you really sleep?” Jeongguk asks with their eyes closed, feeling goosebumps on their skin when Yoongi brushes his fingers up and down their back.
“Yeah… I usually do after I come. Don’t know why… maybe it’s just release of the tension.”
Jeongguk hums, a soft smile lingering on their face.
Feeling the bed dip behind them, Jeongguk finally turns around, laying on their right side and letting Jimin slip between them and Yoongi. Jimin looks a bit worn out, colorful hair completely messy, the corner of one of their tape strips coming off.
“Hyung…” Jeongguk speaks softly, studying the regular rise and fall of Jimin’s chest. “Are you okay?”
Jimin cracks one eye open. “Yeah,” they reply, a smile tugging on the corner of their mouth. “Just… horny. Bit tired.”
“What… what do you like? If you like anything… done to yourself.”
“I like…” Jimin runs their fingers over the tattooed skin of Jeongguk’s body, all their sleeve, down to their hand. “Fingers. Fingers are fine… and mouth is usually okay.”
Jeongguk returns the smile, glancing at Yoongi to seek approval. “Me and hyung… can we help?”
Jimin grins wider at the choice of words, hugging their partners for the day as much as they can in the uncomfortable position. “Of course,” they shoot a smirk at Yoongi, “hyung knows what I like, right? You’ll show them?”
Yoongi scoots towards the end of the bed, sitting on his haunches. “I think our Jeongguk-ah has proved to be perfectly capable of getting to know us themselves, but…” he says, and his sentence cuts off when his long fingers start caressing the light brown creases of Jimin’s labia.
Jeongguk looks at the way Jimin’s body trembles even after the smallest touch, so sensitive after being so close to an orgasm for almost two hours.
“I won’t…” Jimin mumbles when Yoongi starts playing with the tender skin around their hole. “I won’t take long.”
“I can see it,” Yoongi replies, slipping the first finger inside, feeling Jimin clench on it the second he gets in.
Jeongguk rolls a bit forward and brushes their own lips with Jimin’s, who keeps their mouth open and their eyes closed. Jimin’s lips are a bit chapped after all the kissing, but they taste amazing regardless. Jeongguk leaves one last nip to the bottom lip, tonguing at it to let the sting pass, and kneels down on the bed right before Jimin’s thighs, on Yoongi’s side.
They stare at the way Jimin sucks Yoongi’s fingers in — there are two, now. And they do what they’ve been wanting to do ever since that time at Yoongi’s house, when Jeongguk busted them on the couch.
Rubbing their tongue on their palate, Jeongguk gathers a bit of spit and lets it fall right over Jimin’s clit, dripping down to their front hole. Jeongguk brushes it with the tips of their fingers, feels the wetness under their touch and listens to Jimin’s whines when they start to move.
Jeongguk thought Jimin would be a talker, but there isn’t a word being uttered from them apart from a series of long moans. And when they see the effect they’re having on Jimin — Jeongguk feels bold.
Trying not to bother Yoongi with his movements, Jeongguk tongues at Jimin’s clit, sucking on it until Jimin fists their hair and holds them down by the back of their neck. It doesn’t hurt at all — Jimin doesn’t pull, just lets their hand linger there.
Jeongguk tries to follow the rhythm of Yoongi’s thrusts, feeling the way he crooks his fingers just right when Jimin moans a little higher. One of Jimin’s labias is a bit bigger than the other, and they suck on that one with a bit of force, going back to the clit with gentle licks.
“Hyung,” Jimin moans when Yoongi slips in a third finger — it’s almost too much with the way Jimin’s walls clench around them, but Yoongi knows they can take it. He didn’t even have to use any lube.
Jeongguk sucks on Jimin’s clit with their lips, no teeth — feeling it grow under the touch of their tongue.
And Jimin’s breathing starts to become erratic, not going into hyperventilation but feeling the peak coming, their moans getting louder and louder — until Jeongguk replaces their tongue with their fingers, rubbing at their clit as fast as they can, feeling the wet slide of their own spit and Jimin’s fluids, and Jimin’s back arches from the sheets, clenching down on Yoongi’s fingers and coming with a long exhale.
Jimin lays back down on the sheets, feeling their whole body tingle. They lean their head on Jeongguk’s shoulder, now lying near them on their back, waiting for Yoongi to finish wiping off his fingers.
Flopping down on the bed, Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin from the other side, placing his head on the crook of Jimin’s neck.
“How are you feeling, Gguk-ah?” he asks.
Jeongguk glances towards Yoongi’s direction even if they can’t see him, behind the light blues and pinks of Jimin’s hair. They sigh, trying to connect to themself, their body and their mind. See if they’re all on the same page.
And everything clicks.
“I actually feel so fucking good.”
Jimin smiles, rubbing circles on Jeongguk’s forearm. “That’s good, baby… that’s what matters most.”
And maybe that’s how sex should always have felt, for Jeongguk. Natural, without feeling like they had to take up a role. Just enjoying the company of other humans, getting to know their bodies and letting them feel their own in exchange. Not caring about how they look every single second, not thinking about that pressure usually constricting their ribs.
So, Jeongguk smiles. Because, from now on, this is what they want for themself. People who get them, with whom they can connect with.
“Do we have any kimbap left?”
Jeongguk loves to feel body hair under their touch. That’s why they’re so happy Yoongi and Jimin decide not to shave — it feels good, on their tummies, on their legs. Their nose is currently buried in Yoongi’s pubic hair, neatly trimmed, as they suck him off on the couch. Jeongguk is kneeling on the floor between Yoongi’s spread legs, and Jimin kisses their hyung with eagerness, their fingers tugging on the pink hair on his nape.
“So good, Jeongguk-ah…”
After a few more encounters, Jeongguk hadn’t been shy about their own kinks and preferences. Their love for praise and their tendency towards submission — even if they loved a good power-play with Jimin, when Yoongi was under them. They had learned about Jimin’s muscle kink and the possessiveness that took over them when they were really aroused, the need to mark with their teeth and their tongue. And Yoongi, apart from muscles, had a thing for ropes — could do ties on himself without the help of others, but it always felt best when Jimin and Jeongguk were with him, both drifting towards their most dominant sides to tangle with Yoongi’s likings.
So… it’s been going great. The greatest, Jeongguk would say — especially now, in the middle of it.
Completely engrossed in their partners to the point that they don’t hear the sound of a code being tapped on a keypad, coming from the corridor.
Two voices chatter animatedly, the sound of shoes being slipped off and a door closing — until every noise stops.
Including Jimin’s kisses and Yoongi’s moans.
Jeongguk lifts their head and sees both Yoongi and Jimin looking somewhere behind their back, so they turn around and — Hoseok stands there in the middle of the common room, with his friend Namjoon right behind, his mouth left ajar and his eyes completely bugged out.
Hoseok sighs, letting his bag fall on the floor with a thud.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jeongguk can’t contain the giggle slipping from their lips.