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It’s a rare morning when they’re all together, sitting at the breakfast table, enjoying each other’s company. They’ve all been busy these days and finding time where all seven of them are available is near impossible. They still hang out in duos or trios but it’s just not the same.
Jimin and Jungkook are nodding off at the table; 7 am is about the time they’d be going to sleep, but they couldn’t miss the opportunity to have breakfast with the rest of the members.
Namjoon is as chipper as usual this early, talking Yoongi’s ear off as Yoongi hums and smiles softly and indulgently. Hoseok is feeding Taehyung, grinning as Taehyung’s cheeks bulge because Hoseok doesn’t wait for him to chew and swallow, just shoves more food at him. And Seokjin tries to wake up Jimin and Jungkook by pinching them or tickling them. He gets some weak slaps in return from Jungkook for the pinching, and some giggles from Jimin for the tickles. It’s as perfect a morning as Seokjin could imagine.
Recently Seokjin has been spending a lot of time with Namjoon. Their schedules intersect the most by design. They’re trying out something new, something they’ve wanted for a while, to see if it can work. An experiment of sorts. And a fun one at that.
Still, Seokjin misses the rest of his members and appreciates any amount of time they get to spend together.
But the morning is cut short. Seokjin notices that he’s already late when he glances at the clock and jumps to his feet.
“Ah, I need to go,” he says rather mournfully and receives a mumbled protest from Jungkook.
“We should do dinner sometime this week,” Yoongi suggests, stopping Jungkook’s grumbling.
“I can make time if you cook, hyung,” Jungkook grins at him.
Seokjin puts his hands on his hips and glares at Jungkook. “And why couldn’t you find time when I cooked?” he demands.
“Yoongi-hyung grills the meat to perfection,” Taehyung chimes in, the traitor.
“And I don’t?” Seokjin turns his ire to Taehyung now, but Taehyung only giggles as Hoseok grins from beside him.
“Hyung, your meeting,” Namjoon reminds him, wrapping his fingers gently around Seokjin’s wrist and squeezing.
Seokjin turns to him, sees that soft smile, his fluffy hair, warm eyes, and is reminded of so many recent mornings where it’s just the two of them. So it’s only instinct for him to lean down, cup Namjoon’s cheek in his palm, and press their lips together. The kiss is slow and gentle, the perfect addition to an already perfect morning.
And then someone clears their throat.
Seokjin freezes. Namjoon feels just as frozen against his lips. Heart beating a mile a minute at the reminder of their audience, Seokjin pulls away slowly. He meets eyes with Namjoon’s wide and panicky ones, and knows he needs to fix this somehow.
Just act normal, Seokjin tells himself. It’s not a big deal.
Seokjin slowly runs his tongue over his bottom lip. No one says a word.
Then he turns to his other side, where Jungkook sits with his bambi eyes blown wide, mouth parted open.
“Right,” Seokjin says, “gotta go to work now.” He then leans down, grabs Jungkook’s chin, and plants a soft kiss on his slack lips. Jungkook’s warm and soft and shy, just like Seokjin thought he’d be.
Seokjin doesn’t let himself savor the moment though, needs to pass this off as normal. So he moves on.
Jimin sits on the other side of Jungkook, looking a lot more awake now than when Seokjin tried to tickle him.
“Jimin-ah, see you later,” Seokjin says, not a waiver in his voice even if he feels his heart threatening to explode.
He cups Jimin’s soft cheek, not as round as when they met, but still just as cute. Jimin gasps the softest of sounds, Seokjin probably the only one who hears it, when their lips touch. To Seokjin’s surprise, Jimin leans into it. And when Seokjin pulls back, Jimin blinks at him owlishly and licks his lips. Not having the capacity to process that, Seokjin moves on to Taehyung on the other side of the table.
Taehyung is already grinning, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Have a good day, Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin tells him before attaching their lips together.
Taehyung puts a hand on Seokjin’s neck, draws him in close, licks at his lips for more. And it’s so not what Seokjin expected, only something he dreamed of, something he whispered about with Namjoon in his bravest moments. It’s slightly overwhelming, and Seokjin pulls back to not get pulled in deeper. Taehyung’s spit slick lips stretch into a satisfied grin. That one’s trouble, but Seokjin knew that already.
Hoseok is next. He looks slightly apprehensive so Seokjin grins at him. “Hoba, a drink tonight?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and leans in close.
“Sure, hyung,” Hoseok murmurs and doesn’t move away when Seokjin moves in so close that their lips brush.
Boldened by the reaction, Seokjin presses their lips harder, swipes his thumb over the apple of Hoseok’s cheek. It’s tender and sweet, and when he pulls away, Hoseok is looking at him in something akin to awe.
Seokjin nods to himself and moves to the last member.
“Yoongi-chi, my favorite dongsaeng,” he says with a teasing smile.
Yoongi’s lips quirk up on one side and he tilts his head up before Seokjin even starts leaning down. Their mouths meet in a flurry of a few brief pecks, both of them smiling into them.
“Always a pleasure,” Seokjin winks at Yoongi as he pulls back.
Seokjin looks around the table one last time. Namjoon is pink in the cheeks, biting his lip, but still smiling. Jungkook and Hoseok still look the most starstruck. Hoseok is gripping Yoongi’s hand hard, and Jungkook’s eyes look oddly glazed over. Jimin is staring into the middle distance, his short fingers teasing his plump lips. Taehyung is barely containing his giggles, and Yoongi has his arms crossed, cheeks flushed just like Namjoon, the corners of his mouth lifted up.
Still, none of them say anything.
Seokjin nods to himself, his own ears burning bright and hot. “Have a good day, everyone,” he wishes and leaves with a flourish.
He has no idea what he’ll come back to this evening, but he’s pretty sure all of them will find time in their busy schedules for a dinner together tonight.
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They don’t talk about it at dinner. They don’t talk about it when they play board games after dinner. Only when the hour draws closer to midnight – bedtime for the responsible members – does something shift.
Yoongi is the one to stand up first. He yawns, stretches his arms high above his head and then scratches at his tummy.
“I’ll be going to bed now,” he says.
“No goodnight kisses?” Taehyung teases.
Jimin, who sits between his legs leaning back against his chest, laughs loudly. “Yoongi-hyung isn’t as brave as Seokjin-hyung,” he declares.
Yoongi bristles at that, eyes narrowing. He’s sure it’s just a way for the soulmate duo to goad him into it, but it’s not like Yoongi isn’t willing.
So he marches over to them – or rather crawls around Seokjin since they’re all settled on the floor – and grabs Jimin’s cute pinchable cheeks, making his lips purse into a beak. Yoongi plants a not so gentle kiss on Jimin’s lips, nearly laughing at the surprised squeak. Jimin really lives up to his chick image.
Despite the slight roughness, the kiss is still warm and comforting, and Yoongi feels the familiar butterflies fill his stomach whenever he lets himself think too long about one or several of his members.
He pulls away from Jimin. “Goodnight, Jimin-ah,” he mumbles, only for Jimin to huff and cross his arms, cheeks a pretty pink. Yoongi grins.
He looks to Taehyung next, who’s been holding Jimin in his arms this whole time. Taehyung purses his own lips, leans up towards Yoongi, so eager and willing, but that’s their Taehyung, full of love for his members in any shape or form.
Their kiss is softer than the one Yoongi shared with Jimin. It’s also more involved. As Taehyung’s tongue teases against the seam of his mouth, Yoongi realizes why Seokjin looked slightly out of it after his kiss with Taehyung. Yoongi lets their tongues touch for the briefest of moments, teasing, before he pulls away. Taehyung whines softly and pouts up at him. Yoongi doesn’t give in, he still has four other members to kiss.
“Night, Taehyung-ah,” he says before moving on.
Namjoon is the one sitting closest to the soulmates. His cheeks are already flushed, eyes darting away.
Yoongi approaches him like a spooked animal – slow and deliberate in his movements. He stops himself a hair’s breadth away from Namjoon’s oh so inviting lips. A breath for strength, another second to realize this is actually happening, and Yoongi’s not even the one to close the gap.
Namjoon’s hand is warm on the side of his neck, fingers gentle as they slide into the hair on his nape. It’s the barest of pressures against his lips, but Yoongi lives for just that touch in that moment.
Yoongi clears his throat as he pulls away, warm all over. The butterflies have intensified their fluttering in his belly.
“Night, Namjoon-ah,” he croaks out and catches a glimpse of a smile as Namjoon ducks his head shyly.
Their maknae is next in line. Just like this morning, Jungkook’s galaxy eyes are wide open. He sits unmoving, unblinking, as if he doesn’t want to miss a second of what’s happening.
Yoongi cups his cheek, swipes his thumb over the cheekbone as Jungkook’s skin heats under his fingertips. His smile is soft as he gazes at Jungkook, and Jungkook bites his bottom lip, bashful. Yoongi tugs it back from beneath his teeth and leans in to replace them with his own lips. Jungkook sighs as if in relief, slumps slightly towards Yoongi. His hand lifts to wrap his fingers around Yoongi’s wrist.
The kiss itself isn’t anything revolutionary, a bit dry and a lot warm, but Yoongi would give anything to have this every day.
“Night, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi whispers against the maknae’s lips and feels him shudder.
Yoongi grins, takes a last look at the universes in Jungkook’s eyes, and turns his attention to Hoseok.
Hoseok offers him a nervous smile, the heart shape of his lips wobbling. Yoongi wants to erase any insecurity Hoseok might feel, any doubt about what this is and what they’re doing.
So he kisses Hoseok harder, firmer, tangles his fingers in Hoseok’s hair. There’s a gasp from Hoseok, his lips parting, and Yoongi swipes his tongue in. Just for a moment, just for a bit of a taste.
Hosoek hums, the tips of their tongues meet briefly before they’re pulling back, both out of breath for some reason.
The heart shaped smile is brighter on Hoseok’s face, the blush more prominent. Yoongi likes it more than is probably healthy, and his heart flutters alongside the butterflies.
“Night, Hoba,” Yoongi mumbles, watching as Hoseok licks his lips.
Seokjin is leaning back on his hands, as casual as can be, when Yoongi crawls over to him. There’s a grin on his face, self-satisfied and proud, as if he started this on purpose, which Yoongi knows he didn’t – he saw Seokjin’s reaction this morning up close and personal.
Yoongi tugs on Seokjin’s sweater, making him lean forward, closer to Yoongi. Their eyes meet. Unsurprisingly, Yoongi’s the one who looks away first even if Seokjin is the one with tomato red ears and neck.
Yoongi’s eyes dart all over Seokjin’s face. His beauty is unmatched, but Yoongi knows that what hides behind that is even more stunning.
Yoongi leans in close, their lips brushing for a second. “Seokjin-hyung,” Yoongi breathes against him. “My favorite hyung,” he echoes Seokjin’s sentiment from this morning.
Seokjin breathes in sharply. His hand comes up to grip Yoongi’s hair and tug at it playfully. “Yah, I’m your only hyung,” he starts complaining.
Yoongi kisses him silent.
It’s not just pecks against each other’s lips like this morning. Their lips press together for longer, heads turning for a better angle. Seokjin licks into his mouth and it’s all Yoongi ever wanted, all he could ever dream of.
He’s surrounded by his favorite people, has kissed them all now which he never thought possible before today, and Yoongi feels warm warm warm all over.
They eventually have to part, and Yoongi has to continue with the game they’ve all started playing.
He stands on wobbly legs, glances around at the faces he loves so much. Hoseok and Namjoon are cuddling into Jungkook’s sides, the maknae smiling soft and private as he leans his head against Hoseok’s and holds Namjoon’s hand in his lap.
Taehyung and Jimin have nearly fused together, Taehyung hiding his huge grin in Jimin’s hair, and Jimin looking like he’s gotten a lot more with the program since the morning. Seokjin is back to his self-assured routine, sending a flying kiss to Yoongi when their eyes meet. Yoongi rolls his eyes for show.
“Goodnight, everyone,” he wishes as he turns around, heart fit to bursting, the butterflies so intense that he’s nearly shaking with them.
A chorus of goodnights follows Yoongi as he leaves the room. There’s no mention of what happened. Maybe they’ll talk about it in the morning.
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They don’t talk about it for days. The game goes on, and most everyone takes a turn at least once. If you’re Taehyung, you take four turns in three days. Not that anyone complains about it.
So everyone takes a turn, except Jungkook.
His competitive streak would love nothing more than joining the game and destroying his hyungs like he always does, but this isn’t a game to him.
His hyungs might be able to joke around, share meaningless kisses, but it’s no laughing matter to Jungkook.
His heart flutters with anxiety every time one of the hyungs leaves the room after a round of kisses, the others starting to talk as if nothing happened. As if it’s normal they’re suddenly kissing each other hello, goodbye, good luck, and any other conceivable occasion.
Jungkook wouldn’t think to refuse the kisses though. Even if it’s all fun and games for them, Jungkook can’t help leaning into each hyung as they kiss him, sighing into their mouths, losing himself in the moment.
And then the hyung pulls away, the magic moment shatters as the others laugh and grin at each other and treat this as some sort of joke. They wiggle their eyebrows at Jungkook, silently teasing him for not having done a round yet.
But Jungkook can’t. He can accept the kisses but giving his own would mean too much. It would be a declaration of love that Jungkook has tried so hard to keep secret. He wouldn’t be able to hide behind the game, would want too much, would want everything, and he’s not sure how they’d respond
It’s another morning of quiet conversations and easy atmosphere. If nothing else, the game really made them shuffle their schedules so they’d spend more time together.
Jungkook tenses as Namjoon gets up from his chair. Everyone stops what they’re doing, eyes on Namjoon who casually brushes his hair back.
“I should probably get to the studio,” he says and the anticipation in the room builds.
Jungkook is right next to him, Jimin on Namjoon’s other side. Namjoon turns to Jungkook, choosing to start with him, a smile on his lips, the dimple making an appearance.
Namjoon leans in, one hand on the back of Jungkook’s chair and the other on the table, bracketing him in, making Jungkook feel small but safe.
Jungkook wants to kiss him. Namjoon only did the one round of kisses a few days ago, and Jungkook might have screamed internally and then into his pillow after a kiss from his very first crush.
But the game has been going on for too long, and Jungkook’s not sure his heart can handle much more.
So he puts a hand on Namjoon’s chest, not letting himself get distracted by the muscles, and whispers, “I don’t want to play anymore.”
Namjoon’s smile, when Jungkook dares to look up after a second, is gone. His eyes widen and he pulls away, leaving Jungkook exposed and alone.
“Sorry, Jungkook-ah,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean to...” he trails off, shaking his head. Jimin pulls him to sit back in the chair, wraps both his arms around Namjoon’s one.
Jungkook can only gulp down the lump in his throat, eyes threatening to fill with tears. He’s ruined it, he thinks. Should’ve kept his mouth shut, let the game continue and enjoy what he got.
From beside Jungkook, Hoseok puts a hand on his shoulder that slowly creeps over to his neck, squeezing the back of it comfortingly.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin murmurs, voice so soft and soothing, and Jungkook’s eyes immediately snap to where he sits at the other end of the table. “Did you never want to?..” He doesn’t say the word though, doesn’t voice what they’ve been doing.
Jungkook shakes his head immediately to dispute the ridiculous thought. “I did,” he says emphatically. “I do,” he adds quickly because it’s true.
“We didn’t pressure you to join in just because all of us were doing it, right?” Namjoon tries to make sure. Next to him, Jimin is biting his lip so hard that Jungkook worries he’ll hurt himself.
“Of course, you didn’t,” Jungkook scoffs. He can think for himself, even if his brain is slower when his hyungs kiss him. “I liked it, really.”
There’s a collective sigh of relief, and his hyungs slump from their stiff postures.
“Then what changed?” Taehyung asks, leaning over Hoseok to look at Jungkook, his eyes worried and eyebrows pinched.
“He doesn’t need to explain himself,” Yoongi says before Jungkook has a chance to open his mouth. “If he doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t.” His hyung is no nonsense as ever, but Jungkook knows he’s far from unaffected by the way Yoongi hunches over, the way his mouth turns downwards.
“So then we stop,” Hoseok says. His fingers are still gently massaging Jungkook’s nape, trying to get him to relax.
Jimin nods in agreement. “All of us, or none of us,” he declares.
“No,” Jungkook argues immediately. “If you want to keep the joke going, it’s fine. I just can’t be part of it anymore.”
“Joke?” Seokjin is the one to exclaim, looking confused.
“You think we’re just playing around,” Taehyung says as his expression clears with understanding. And Jungkook’s not surprised he got it so quickly, they’ve always shared a special bond.
“Well, yeah,” Jungkook is not so sure anymore though. The expressions on his hyungs’ faces range from confused to insulted. “We’re just playing a game, no?”
“Who else do you play games like this with?” Jimin demands.
“No one,” Jungkook is quick to answer, eyes wide and sincere.
“We’re not either,” Hoseok assures with a squeeze to Jungkook’s nape.
“I didn’t start this as a game,” Seokjin admits and all eyes turn to him. “Namjoon-ah and I...” His eyes travel to Namjoon, who gives Seokjin a soft smile and nods. “We wanted to see if a relationship can work in the group.”
Taehyung slams a hand on the table and everyone jumps. “I knew it,” he exclaims with a grin. “Hyung said he was training but the noises coming from his room sounded more like he was enjoying himself.”
Both Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s cheeks flame red in an instant. Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, anyway,” he gives a look to Taehyung whose grin only widens. “So we thought it would be a trial run of sorts. Before we all eventually got together.”
“Mighty presumptuous of you, hyung,” Yoongi chimes in, kicking Seokjin’s chair if the way Seokjin wobbles is any indication. “What if I didn’t wanna join?”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Please. You’re the most in love with each one of us than all of us combined.”
Jimin giggles at that and Hoseok hums in agreement. And yet, Yoongi doesn’t deny it.
“Wait,” Jungkook interrupts, leaning on the table in his intensity. “Yoong-hyung is in love with us?”
He gets several perplexed looks thrown his way.
“All of us are in love with each other,” Namjoon says slowly as if explaining something very difficult to understand. And it might just be. Jungkook doesn’t think his brain is capable of processing this.
“At least that was the assumption Namjoon and I were working with,” Seokjin says. “But if you’re not, Jungkook, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to coerce you into this.” Seokjin looks truly apologetic and regretful.
“Wait wait wait,” Jungkook waves his arms around. His brain is finally catching up and his heart starts galloping with the implication. “If you’re all in love with all of us, then you’re all in love with me?” he whispers the last part, eyes wide with realization.
“Does that make you uncomfortable, Jungkook-ah?” Hoseok asks hesitantly, his hand drawing away from Jungkook.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now,” Jungkook deadpans, clenching his jaw and glaring at the six loves of his life. “All this time I was an anxious mess over nothing? We’re all in love and we did nothing for years? What’s wrong with us?”
“Well,” Namjoon starts, “the company-”
“Fuck the company!” Jungkook exclaims, both euphoria at his returned feelings and rage for all the lost time warring in him.
“I taught him well,” Seokjin murmurs and wipes away a non-existent tear as Yoongi pats his arm.
“So now that we’ve got that figured out,” Taehyung begins. “Can we keep kissing, or?”
Jungkook leans over Hoseok in an instant, grabs Taehyung’s shirt and yanks him towards himself. Taehyung’s squeak of surprise gets muffled by Jungkook’s eager mouth.
Taehyung presses as close as he can, hands cupping Jungkook’s cheeks, taking the kiss over quickly once he’s recovered from the surprise. He licks Jungkook’s lips, nips the bottom one, presses his mouth against Jungkook’s lip mole before pulling away, leaving Jungkook slightly breathless.
“Love you, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says, eyes sparkling with the feeling.
“Love you too, Taehyung-hyung,” Jungkook answers a bit overwhelmed and a lot happy.
Jungkook turns to Hoseok then, who’s been patiently sitting between the two of them. There’s not a moment of hesitation before Jungkook presses his mouth to Hoseok’s heart shaped one.
His hyung hums softly into it. His arm snakes around Jungkook’s waist, he nearly pulls Jungkook into his lap, having Jungkook giggling into the kiss.
Jungkook pecks Hoseok’s lips over and over, his hyung making an exaggerated muah sound every time. They nuzzle their noses together, and Hoseok whispers, “Love you, baby.”
Jungkook nearly chokes on his inhale at the pet name. “Love you, Hobi-hyung,” he manages to reply.
Then Jungkook turns to Namjoon. Jimin is still plastered to his side, fingers wrapped around one large bicep. Jungkook is slightly envious.
Namjoon takes his hand, pulls Jungkook into his lap and has him flush bright and hot. A smile, the same one Namjoon uses to calm them down when one of them is stressed or anxious over something silly, blooms on his lips. It’s instantly comforting. Just like Namjoon’s arm around his waist.
Jungkook leans in, can’t help his blush deepening at the way Jimin is so close, eyes darting between Namjoon and Jungkook. “Jimin-ssi, do you mind?” Jungkook asks, hoping Jimin will take the hint.
There’s a giggle from Taehyung as Jimin grins and leans in even closer to their faces. “Not at all, go ahead,” he allows graciously.
Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook near whines. But he’s not about to let Jimin win. So he presses his lips to Namjoon’s, lets his hyung lick into his mouth and explore. Jungkook sighs, gives himself up to Namjoon, knowing with unwavering certainty that his hyung will take care of him.
The kiss might not be the most innocent thing, but Jungkook feels warm all over when Namjoon pecks the corner of his mouth, his cheek, lingers against his temple where he breathes out, “I love you, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook closes his eyes for a second, lets himself relish the moment. “I love you too, Namjoon-hyung.”
Fingers that are definitely not Namjoon’s card through Jungkook’s hair and he opens his eyes to Jimin’s lovely smile. Jimin lifts an eyebrow as if to ask if it’s his turn yet. Jungkook smiles back and leans forward.
Jimin’s lips are as plush as they look, rivaled only by Seokjin’s. For all of Jimin’s bravado, he kisses soft and gentle, caring to the core. His hand slides to the back of Jungkook’s neck where his fingers play with the hairs there.
It’s familiar somehow, despite the fact that it’s only their third kiss overall. Jimin makes him feel cared for, like Jungkook is the only person that exists to Jimin and deserves all his attention. It’s exhilarating even if the kiss itself is rather soft.
When they pull apart, Namjoon’s arm still a comforting weight around Jungkook’s waist, Jimin smiles gentle and private. “Love you, Kookie,” he murmurs barely audibly but the sentiment is strong.
“Love you too, Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook replies, his own lips curling into a smile.
He’s comfortable in Namjoon’s lap but he still has two hyungs to go, so Jungkook gets up, already planning when he can settle back on Namjoon’s strong thighs.
Seokjin looks at him expectantly when Jungkook walks around Namjoon and Jimin towards him. Jungkook grins at his hyung, strides right past him, and cups Yoongi’s cheeks as he presses a smacking kiss to his lips.
“Yah,” is Seokjin’s only protest, and Jungkook can imagine his offended expression, the wide eyes and open mouth.
Yoongi chuckles into Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook has to try very hard to not burst out laughing. He gasps though when a smack lands on his ass and pulls away from Yoongi to glare at Seokjin.
There’s a few giggles going round the table as Seokjin looks at Jungkook with the most innocent expression. He waves to Yoongi. “Keep going,” he says.
Jungkook’s lips twitch with a smile threatening to spread but he keeps it together and turns back to Yoongi. His hyung blinks at him slowly like a cat, cocks his head to the side invitingly, and Jungkook is diving back in.
He kisses Yoongi with slight trepidation, always wanting to impress him the most. Yoongi seems to feel it, probably has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to the six of them, and takes over easily, letting Jungkook just enjoy even if Jungkook was the one to initiate the kiss.
Yoongi’s hand is gentle on Jungkook’s cheek, thumb brushing over Jungkook’s cheekbone in an already familiar way. Jungkook’s heart trembles with all the love that he’s finally allowed to declare.
When they separate, Yoongi tilts Jungkook’s head down and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Love you, always,” Yoongi confesses and promises at once.
Jungkook’s breath trembles on the exhale but he manages a soft, “I’ll always love you too, Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi caresses his cheek one last time before pushing him towards Seokjin with a grin.
“Best for last, huh?” Seokjin says with a cocky smirk.
Jungkook snorts. “Sure, hyung,” he indulges.
Seokjin tugs Jungkook to straddle his lap, both arms winding around him and pulling him close. In turn, Jungkook puts his hands on Seokjin’s broad shoulders, moves his palms over them until he reaches Seokjin’s neck. He glides his thumbs over Seokjin’s sharp jawline before leaning down and brushing their lips together. It’s the barest of touches as Jungkook doesn’t press harder, teasing his hyung.
Seokjin huffs. One of his hands cups the back of Jungkook’s head and he keeps Jungkook in place as he takes the kiss that he’s been waiting for. Jungkook goes pliant against his hyung, letting Seokjin bite his bottom lip softly and opening his mouth obediently.
Seokjin’s kisses have grown bolder since that first careful peck days ago, and Jungkook lets out an embarrassing little whine as Seokjin kisses him enthusiastically.
Jungkook has to lick his lips, wet with Seokjin’s spit, when they pull apart. His eyes are a bit glazed but he answers his hyung’s gentle smile with one of his own.
Seokjin pulls Jungkook into an embrace, whispers in his ear, “Hyung loves you so much, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook’s smile widens as he snuggles into Seokjin. “I love you a moderate amount, hyung.”
“And that’s why Yoongi’s my favorite,” Seokjin declares and pushes Jungkook off his lap as Jungkook giggles, the others joining in.
Jungkook settles back into his chair and looks around the table with a grin that will probably never leave his face.
Taehyung has talked Yoongi into feeding him as he unabashedly leans into their hyung’s space. It probably didn’t take much, considering the sheer power of Taehyung’s puppy eyes and Yoongi’s inability to tell no to any of them.
Hoseok and Seokjin are trying to find a time for their ever elusive drink date, their arms stretched over the table as Hoseok plays with Seokjin’s fingers.
Namjoon is whispering promises into Jimin’s ear, trying to convince him to let him go. He finally manages to detangle himself from the Jimin octopus and stands up, once again drawing everyone’s attention.
“I seriously need to get to the studio now though,” he says regretfully. “We’ll talk more tonight, alright?” he asks and everyone agrees with hums and nods.
So Namjoon wishes them to have a good day and turns to stride to the door. He only makes it a couple steps before he’s abruptly stopped.
“Hey!” the six of them chorus making Namjoon freeze in his tracks and turn back to them with wide eyes.
“Didn’t you forget something?” Seokjin asks and taps a finger against his own lips.
Namjoon chuckles, going red in the cheeks, and scratches behind his ear.
Another round of kisses follows, and Jungkook watches it all with a smile. Because even after Namjoon leaves, this won’t end. Jungkook will finally be able to grab a hyung and kiss him without any pretenses. He’ll be able to whisper love declarations against their lips.
As Namjoon’s lips connect with his for a second time that morning, Jungkook’s heart flutters, happy and so so in love.