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“Jungkook.” Jimin stops, tugging on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt. His expression is seriously conflicted. “Kookie, I really don’t know how to feel about this.”
Jungkook tugs his arm out of Jimin’s grasp, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt. He’d dressed up a little today- dressed to impress really, tight black pants hugging his thighs, a soft white long sleeved shirt he’d stolen from Jimin’s closet, so the fit is just a little bit snug, his toned body on full display. He looks good. He looks hot, and he knows it. “Good thing this is my decision and not yours, hyung.”
Jimin pouts, running a hand through his freshly-dyed pink hair. “Just- you’ll be careful, right?”
“Of course,” Jungkook nods. He’s not a kid anymore, even if he’s been friends with Jimin since the two of them were nothing more than grubby little kids.
The music pumping out of the bar is loud. “And nobody over the age of thirty, right?”
“Hyung!” Jungkook sighs and steps forward, pushing open the doors to a bar they only go to when they’re ready to spend a little more money than they can afford (or when Jimin’s boyfriend is along for the ride and paying).
Jungkook walks in with a plan.
He’s losing his virginity tonight.
He’s done waiting. Done with the awkward first dates, done sitting around waiting for a call or text back, done worrying about whether or not he’ll be good, done touching himself and fantasizing about what it’ll feel like to have someone else do it-
He’s done.
He’s getting it over with once and for all.
But of course, Jimin just had to tag along.
Jungkook steps towards the bar, nudging Jimin with his elbow. “Hyung, you promised me you’d give me space and would only come over if I texted you.”
“I know,” Jimin sighs. “It’s my job as your best friend to look after you, okay? Don’t forget that.” He smirks and shoves Jungkook in the direction of the bar. He’s had to listen to Jungkook drunk lament about sex enough to know how much he wants this. “And good luck, Kookie.”
Jungkook blushes, but can’t help but laugh- if nothing else, it’s nice to have a friend looking out for him.
Especially since this is all completely new territory.
He doesn’t usually hang out at the bar, much less come out looking to go home with someone- so what better place to start than with a little bit of liquid courage, right?
Jungkook picks an empty seat at the bar, swinging his legs into the seat nervously.
The bartender comes around and Jungkook orders a drink, picks something random from the specials written behind the bar. He shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but he can't. He's too nervous, his brain operating at full capacity.
The drink arrives and it's terrible. Truly, truly awful. Jungkook has no idea what the hell is in this thing but it tastes like cough syrup and burnt oranges, a taste that has his nose wrinkling.
The first half an hour isn't bad, although the first person who comes to talk to Jungkook gets a panicked sorry I can't talk bye and Jungkook grabs his drink, retreating to the other end of the bar where there's a few empty seats and Jungkook can take a couple of deep breaths.
Nervousness prickles up his spine, anxiety swirling around in his stomach.
He’s not sure he can go through with this- not unless he gets a lot more drunk.
Jungkook tips back his drink, the alcohol burning on the way down; he makes a face of displeasure, letting out a soft little breath once he sets the glass back down on the bar.
There’s a laugh from his side, someone he didn’t realize had sat down. “You know, maybe if you order something better you’ll actually want to taste it on the way down.”
Flushing a little, Jungkook turns to the side and- it’s a good thing that he’s already finished with his drink because he definitely would have choked on it.
God, this man is beautiful.
He’s dressed casually in all-black, a look that looks absolutely effortless. Jungkook can’t help but stare a little- he has such a delicate face, his features so subtly soft that if Jungkook hadn’t have looked closely, he might not have noticed.
Brown cat-like eyes stare up at Jungkook, blinking curiously, seemingly a little bit amused at Jungkook so completely tongue-tied. For someone of such a small stature he has a huge and intimidating presence. He smirks, spinning a glass in his hands- whatever he’s drinking is off-white, topped off with what looks to be a fresh sprig of basil.
“Um,” Jungkook says, trying to figure out how he’s going to answer when he realizes that he’s being given a chance here- and he intends to not waste it. God, he really has no idea how to flirt. “What, um, what would you… what would you recommend, then?” His voice comes out a little rushed and timid despite his best effort.
The man smiles. “What do you like?”
“Um, I’m not picky,” Jungkook says, shifting in his seat, trying to get comfortable. “I don’t- I mean, I usually just drink whatever my friends buy me.”
That earns him a laugh and yeah- Jungkook’s so in. His stomach twists pleasantly as the man waves over the bartender with practiced ease and whispers something to him.
“Jungkook,” he blurts out when the bartender walks off. “Uh, I mean- I’m Jungkook.” He holds out his hand, hoping that he isn’t coming off like the inexperienced kid that he is.
A hand slides in his, warm and steady. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” Yoongi shakes his hand for probably a little longer than is necessary- Jungkook looks down from his hand back up to Yoongi’s face, feeling his own flush hot.
“Nice to meet you too, Yoongi-ssi,” he says, trying his best to steady his voice.
“Too formal,” Yoongi says, shaking his head. “How old are you, Jungkook?”
“Twenty-three.”
Yoongi smiles. Jungkook just about internally combusts at how cute it is. How can someone with such an intimidating and tough aura smile like that? “Okay then, call me hyung. That sound good, Jungkook?”
Jungkook nods meekly. “Okay, hyung.”
Yeah- he really likes the sound of that.
Apparently, Yoongi does too- he grins, sipping his drink. “I’ve never seen you here before, Jungkook.”
“Oh, I don’t usually come here,” Jungkook explains. “I usually drink at one of the bars closer to my campus. It’s less expensive and closer to home.”
Yoongi nods, “I see, you’re in school then? That’s great.”
Before Jungkook can answer, the bartender comes by and passes Jungkook a drink. Jungkook digs around in his pants for his wallet, but Yoongi shakes his head, waving him off. “It’s fine, put it on my tab, okay? It’s my treat.”
“Really? Thanks hyung.” Jungkook smiles, picking up the drink to smell it. It’s aromatic and Jungkook’s curious about the flavour. He pauses, holding it up to Yoongi. “Cheers, hyung?”
Yoongi grins, lifting his glass so that they clink together. “Cheers.”
Jungkook sips the drink Yoongi chose for him as they chat (which is amazing, by the way- with subtle flavours of mint and cucumber, it’s easily the most flavourful drink Jungkook’s ever had). Jungkook learns that Yoongi is twenty-seven and a music producer for an entertainment company here in Seoul. That alone is impressive, yet Yoongi is incredibly humble about it.
They talk about his work, and Jungkook talks about school- about his performing arts college, and his upcoming dance showcase.
It’s good. They click easily and it doesn’t feel awkward like Jungkook had thought it might. Yoongi is easy to talk to.
Oh, and he's also a big flirt.
“You’re a dancer?” Yoongi says, shamelessly looks Jungkook up and down and nods appreciatively. “I can see why- you’re all kinds of gorgeous, Jungkook.”
Fucking hell.
He’s an incredibly big flirt.
Jungkook flushes, hiding his smile in his drink. It feels a little foreign to have this attention on him like this, but he definitely doesn’t dislike it.
(Rather, he likes it- a lot. Someone as gorgeous as Yoongi? Interested in him? Are you serious?)
“Thank you hyung,” he whispers meekly, fighting down a grin. “You- you are too, you know.”
Yoongi smiles, then, a warm gummy smile, and Jungkook feels so good for having been the reason he smiled like that. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
“You know, you can call me Kookie if you want,” Jungkook offers. “All of my friends usually do.”
“Hmm.” Yoongi flashes Jungkook a smirk. “Kookie, I like that… it’s a cute nickname, baby.”
Jungkook’s somewhere in the stratosphere hearing that. He coughs on the sip of his drink he was trying to take, sure that he’s beet red at this point; he tries to answer, but all he can manage is a weak whine of hyung.
“But maybe you like that one a little better?” Yoongi chuckles, warmth spreading through Jungkook like a wildfire at his flirty tone. Christ. “Well, baby, you want something else to drink?”
“Um,” Jungkook pauses, looking from his empty glass to Yoongi’s. It was only his second drink so he’s not even tipsy, but his phone has been burning a hole in his pocket and he’s been feeling it vibrate for at least the past twenty minutes, probably with a barrage of text messages from Jimin from wherever he’s installed himself in the bar. “Yeah, I just- I’m just going to use the restroom for a second, okay? I’ll be right back.”
“Course,” Yoongi nods, watching as Jungkook disappears back into the bathroom.
(Jungkook can’t help but feel his eyes- he’s totally checking out his ass, isn’t he?)
Once he’s finished up and splashed some cold water in his face, Jungkook pulls out his cell phone, laughing when he sees that Jimin has sent him not one, or two, or three text messages, but twenty-seven.
He clicks open their conversation, scrolling through it. Most of it is silly rambling- Jimin assuring him he looks hot, wishing him good luck, giving him unsolicited, unhelpful advice (“ I put extra condoms in your wallet ♥ ”), and then- commentary that has to be about Yoongi.
Oh my god, the guy you’re sitting with is so hot, Jimin’s text reads. GET IT KOOKIE! Is the next message, and Jungkook can’t help but laugh.
I’m gonna go for it, Jungkook types, wish me luck!
He doesn’t wait for Jimin’s response, shoving his phone back into his pocket and leaving the bathroom. He looks across the bar to see if Yoongi’s still there, still waiting for him-
And he is. His back is turned to Jungkook and he has his phone out, lazily typing something before putting his phone away. He fixes his jacket, says something to the bartender as he walks past and plays with his fingers. He looks a little… nervous almost. Not quite anxious, but maybe- maybe he’s a little more shy than he’s letting on.
For some reason, that just makes Jungkook smile even more.
He rejoins Yoongi at the bar, sitting down on the stool with a smile on his face. “Hi, hyung. Sorry about that- my roommate is texting me a lot so I felt like I should answer him.”
“No worries,” Yoongi says, waving his hand. “Your roommate- you said his name is... Jimin, right?”
Jungkook brightens. It’s nice that Yoongi’s actually listening, actually interested. “Mhm. We’ve been friends since we were kids- he’s older than me, so when I came to college, he moved out of the dorms and we found a place together.” He swings his legs a little on the seat, thinking back. “He can be- kinda protective, you know. Says it’s ‘cause he’s older, but I think that he just likes to baby me.”
Yoongi laughs, leaning a little bit closer and resting his hand so close to Jungkook’s forearm that he can feel the heat radiating from his skin. “I can see why he’d like that- I think it’d be fun to get to take care of you, baby.”
Heat radiates down Jungkook’s spine, sharp and heavy; he shifts in his seat and tries not to make it too obvious how much it’s affecting him. He wonders how exactly Yoongi would want to do that- what exactly he’d do to him.
Fuck.
“I think I’d like it if it were you, hyung,” Jungkook whispers, voice thick.
Yoongi grins. “I ordered another drink,” he says, gesturing over towards the bartender, who is currently shaking something held together in a couple of shiny silver cocktail shakers. “I hope you like this one.”
“The first one was great- I don’t know what kind of magic the bartender worked.” Jungkook laughs, nose scrunching as he does.
“Well hopefully you like this one too,” Yoongi says, smiling, “it’s a bit different from your first drink, but I think it’ll still be good. It’s one of my favourites.”
Jungkook smiles and looks over to where the bartender is pouring from the shaker into two short glasses, one for each of them. “If you picked it, hyung, I’m sure it’ll be good.”
The more they talk the more comfortable Jungkook gets- he’d never have been able to flirt like this, to talk like this so casually with someone that he’s interested in. He's comfortable, at ease. The bartender brings over their drinks and Jungkook is pleased to find that this time, it’s something a little sweeter, with some sort of coconut and pineapple taste.
Yoongi laughs and shoots into a story about work when someone comes up behind him and rests their hands on his shoulders, leaning in close to the back of his neck. Yoongi tenses up a bit at the touch, but instantly relaxes when he hears the man’s voice, piquing Jungkook’s curiosity.
“Sorry I’m late, love,” the stranger says, leaning his forehead against the back of Yoongi’s neck. He pulls back but keeps his hands there, waiting until Yoongi turns around in his chair to face him.
Curiously, Jungkook looks at the man and- wow, yeah, okay. This man is tall and handsome, with sharp, defined features, broad shoulders and insanely plush lips. Thick black glasses frame his face, and calculating eyes turn from Yoongi to Jungkook, making him feel very much like he’s being evaluated.
Wait a second-
Did he call Yoongi love?
Jungkook looks at Yoongi, eyes wide. He didn’t- he didn’t misread this, right? Yoongi had- he’d given him all the signals that he was interested, all of the hints that he liked him. He’d flirted, made Jungkook feel so much, so wanted-
His expression must mirror his confusion because Yoongi looks from the man to Jungkook. “Namjoon, this is Jungkook. Kookie, this is Namjoon. He’s my boyfriend.”
His-
Oh.
Jungkook’s stomach plummets.
“Oh,” he says lamely, looking straight down to the floor. God, he’d been- he’d been stupid, right? How stupid must he have been for not picking up on that? “I’m- fuck, I just- I’m sorry, I just- I didn’t know, I really shouldn’t have- um, I should go, right? Yeah, um, I’ll just, uh-” Jungkook pushes himself up and off his stool, not caring that it wobbles as he does, threatening to fall over. He can’t help how flustered he feels and he’s sure that his expression is somewhere between absolutely mortified and terrified of Namjoon’s reaction-
Yoongi reaches for his hand and his fingers catch on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt, tugging once, stopping Jungkook straight in his tracks. “It’s okay, Kookie- I think my boyfriend will agree with me that you’re really cute.”
Wait.
What?
Jungkook stops, processes, and-
Holy fuck.
He just about launches himself into the sun right then and there.
Swallowing, he looks over at Namjoon timidly- god he’s handsome, the two of them make such a good couple it’s unfair. His blonde hair is messy, converse to Yoongi's swept-back black hair, and there's a small, gentle smile on his face; unlike Yoongi, his features are much sharper, much more defined. They pair of up just perfectly, compliment each other so insanely well that Jungkook’s not sure where exactly he wants to look.
Namjoon checks Jungkook out, carefully scanning up and down his frame. He nods, small smirk playing on his face. “Yeah,” he says, leaning in to kiss Yoongi’s cheek before he sits down on Jungkook’s other side, “I definitely do.”
Jungkook coughs, trying to hide how flustered he is behind his hand because are these two suggesting what he thinks they are? With him?
Yoongi slowly uncurls his fingers from where he’d been gripping Jungkook’s shirt. “If this makes you uncomfortable though, that’s okay. Just tell me and I’ll stop, okay baby?”
It’s so fucking unfair how much that pet name turns him on- and it must show on his face, because Yoongi and Namjoon share a look and Jungkook contemplates texting a 911 to Jimin. “N-no, it doesn’t, you’re both just so…” he waves his hands, at a loss for words, “and I’m just, umm… you- you know?”
“You’re just what?” Namjoon asks, looking at him in a way that makes Jungkook feel like he’s got his full, undivided attention; a way that makes him feel as though Namjoon can see right through him. It sends shivers down his spine. “Gorgeous?”
Jungkook whines and hides his face in his hands. Yoongi laughs a little, placing his hand on Jungkook’s thigh- holy fuck- “Joonie, baby gets shy when you compliment him.”
At that, Jungkook’s cock twitches with interest. He thinks about Seokjin’s windshield-wiper laugh to try and keep himself calm. “Hyung,” he mumbles quietly, peeking out from between his fingers to see Namjoon smiling at him.
“How about we start with this?” Namjoon offers him a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook.”
Shyly, Jungkook takes his hand and shakes it once- fuck, Namjoon’s grip is so strong and firm. “It’s nice to meet you too,” he says, only pulling his hand away when Namjoon finally lets go. His voice, his handshake; god, Jungkook feels almost dizzy with want.
Namjoon waves the bartender over and orders a drink for himself as he talks, slowly and carefully wrapping Jungkook up in comfort, just the same way Yoongi had. He’s not as outright flirty as Yoongi- honestly, he’s far more awkward at times even, but it’s cute and endearing; plus, the two of them together are so sweet and attentive to Jungkook. He’s definitely not used to having so much attention focused solely on him. It must show, because Namjoon is careful to pull the attention off of him when it starts feeling too much, directs the conversation back to Yoongi about something at work, or about one of their friends. Something that Jungkook can just listen to until he feels ready to talk again.
Not only does Jungkook feel attracted as fuck to them (because come on, he has fucking eyes ) but he feels safe with them. So, so safe. Like they’d take good care of him no matter what.
It’s exactly what he needs right now.
So when Namjoon leans in close after he’s finished his drink and tucks some hair behind Jungkook’s ear to ask, “baby, do you want to come home with us?” the only thing Jungkook can think to answer with is a whiny yes please, hyung.
(God, he didn’t even know he’d had such a kink for that pet name- how much it turned him on to be called baby- but every time Namjoon or Yoongi whisper it in his ear, it sends him hurtling down towards earth faster and faster-)
Namjoon leads the two of them outside, an arm looped around Yoongi’s waist, the other resting on the small of Jungkook’s back. He’s not that much taller than Jungkook, but the height he has on Yoongi has Jungkook’s head spinning.
They arrive at a large, shiny black car that Jungkook’s sure cost more than his entire tuition. And Yoongi played down his achievements too.
(Maybe that shouldn't be such a turn on, but fuck is it ever.)
“Wow,” Jungkook mumbles when Namjoon opens the passenger’s side door. Jungkook turns to let Yoongi get in, but Namjoon shakes his head and nudges him forward, maneuvering Yoongi towards the back seat.
Namjoon slips into the front seat, laughing when he sees Yoongi pouting in the back.
“I wanted to sit in the back with Kookie,” Yoongi sighs, buckling himself up.
“Hey- you already got to talk to him for over an hour without me,” Namjoon says with a huff. He shifts the car into gear, the engine taking off with a loud roar.
Jungkook can't help but be impressed- he's always liked nice cars, okay? Namjoon talks to him and tells him all about it while they drive, listening to a hip hop playlist put together by Yoongi.
They head into a district in the city that Jungkook's never been in before. He watches out the window, curious as they pass expensive-looking homes and apartment buildings. He's asked them about their jobs earlier, sure, but he hadn't realized they were this successful.
He squirms a little, excited, when they pull into an exclusive parking garage, the attendant recognizing Namjoon immediately when they do. Inside a series of spaces are marked with the name KIM NAMJOON. Jungkook’s breath hitches when they park and he sees the car parked next to them, also marked under the same name.
“Is that a Bugatti?” He breathes, stepping out of the car and walking around it carefully. It's beautiful- clearly brand-new, the blue paint job shining.
Namjoon grins as he stops next to Jungkook, nodding. “It was a gift.”
Fuck.
Yoongi slips an arm around Jungkook's waist, cold fingertips pressing just under the hem of his shirt. “Would you like to drive it sometime, baby?”
Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment and bites his tongue to hold back the little whine burning at the back of his throat.
Namjoon slings his arm around Jungkook's shoulders, guiding him away from the car and towards an elevator. Once they both enter alarm codes they're allowed inside, the elevator taking them high, high up.
The elevator dings and they step out into Namjoon and Yoongi's apartment.
It's unreal.
Minimal yet decorated sophisticatedly, the entire apartment screams Yoongi and Namjoon, just from the short time Jungkook's known them. A huge bookshelf filled with records, a small bar attached to the kitchen, a series of expensive-looking figures carefully organized on a shelf against the wall-
But the most impressive thing is the view.
The entire far wall is a series of floor-to-ceiling windows, granting Jungkook the best view he's ever had of Seoul.
“Wow,” he mumbles, stepping up to get a better look out the window. The city's sprawled out in front of him, bright lights illuminating the night sky. From here it feels like he can see everything, like nothing is out of his grasp.
Namjoon places his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, squeezing them softly. “It's something else, right?”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah… I've never seen anything like it. I think you played down your success, hyung,” he smiles, turning to see Yoongi watching the two of them, leaning back against the bar.
“We do okay,” he says shyly, shrugging his shoulders. “It was a lot of luck.”
“And hard work,” Namjoon reminds him, squeezing Jungkook's shoulder. It feels weighted. “Did you want anything, Kookie?”
“Some water, please?” He's tempted to have another drink, but he's just that little bit pleasantly warm right now and doesn't want to risk getting drunk; he wants to be present, wants to remember this. Needs to.
Yoongi pulls a few water bottles out of the fridge, pouring half of one in a glass for Jungkook, the other half for himself.
Nervousness curls around in his belly. Jungkook doesn't really know what to do- doesn't know where to go from here. He waits, lets Yoongi and Namjoon guide him. Sits down between them at their encouragement, sips his water.
There's no rush into anything. It's a lot like before- they just talk, sharing stories and laughing- but unlike at the bar, it's much closer, much more intimate.
While they talk, Yoongi’s hand finds its way to Jungkook’s thigh again, the light pressure hot and dizzying; Namjoon strokes along the expanse of his shoulder, fingertips playing just under the collar of his shirt. Every touch burns like white-hot flames licking across his skin- it’s intimate and sensual in a way that Jungkook’s never experienced- in a way he certainly did not expect to find tonight.
“Hyung,” he moans when Yoongi’s hand trails up a little further, brushing circles along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
“That feel good, baby?” Yoongi whispers, leaning in to nuzzle the side of Jungkook’s cheek.
“God, yes,” he whines, hips jerking when Yoongi’s fingers slide a little higher, so, so close to where Jungkook wants them; he’s already rock hard, his pants hiding absolutely nothing- he’s lying himself bare here, bare in front of Namjoon and Yoongi, trusting them wholly.
Namjoon’s lips press to the shell of his ear. “Do you wanna come to bed with us, baby?” He whispers, voice low and heavy with desire, but waiting- waiting to make sure that Jungkook’s ready, that he’s comfortable- that he’s here, too.
Jungkook nods, nervous and excited and so turned on. “Yes,” he whimpers, voice quiet and low, just for them. “Please,” he adds on when neither Yoongi nor Namjoon move, still pressed up against him, breathing hard and ragged.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles, sliding his free hand around Jungkook’s neck to turn his head just enough that he can capture his lips in a kiss.
And god- what a kiss it is.
Yoongi kisses with a reason, with a purpose. He uses his tongue and teeth and lips to make sure that Jungkook knows how he feels with every inch of his being- he licks into his mouth, sucks on his tongue, nips at his lower lip. Blunt fingernails press at the back of Jungkook’s neck, insistent but never too sharp, never breaking the skin.
The passion that floods through Jungkook is almost unreal- he’s panting when Yoongi finally pulls away, licking his lips as if he’s just been given a delicious treat.
Behind Jungkook, Namjoon huffs and turns Jungkook the other way. “My turn,” he whispers against Jungkook’s lips before he, too, kisses him.
Unlike Yoongi’s kisses, Namjoon’s are slower, more drawn-out, deeper; he kisses with his entire being, putting everything into the kiss. His hands grip Jungkook’s lower back, pushing up his shirt, caressing his skin. He steals Jungkook’s breath away in a manner of moments- when he pulls away, pressing kiss after kiss to Jungkook’s mouth, Jungkook’s wide-eyed and panting.
Namjoon grins. Jungkook takes a minute to try and calm his racing heart but it’s no good- Namjoon yanks Yoongi into a bruising kiss and Jungkook can’t help but watch.
God, they’re beautiful.
Somehow they get Jungkook up and off the couch, lead him back to their bedroom. Yoongi continues to press kisses to the back of Jungkook’s neck, just below his jaw, earlobe (everywhere that he can reach- fuck, it’s cute-) hands clutching at his waist. Jungkook can feel how much he wants more, feel it in the way his grip tightens before he forces it to loosen, feels like Yoongi just wants to devour him-
Namjoon cups Jungkook’s cheeks and presses a tiny kiss to his forehead, thumbs brushing circles along his skin. “How are you feeling, baby? You doing okay?”
Reflexively, Jungkook nods. It’s true- he feels amazing, every nerve in his entire body alive and on fire. “Feels good,” he whispers, shaking as Yoongi tightens his grip again.
“What do you wanna do?” Namjoon asks, pressing a kiss to each of Jungkook’s eyelids, and then his nose. It’s so soft, so sweet in this moment; it leaves Jungkook’s toes curling, anticipation building in his tummy, so sure that he’d made the right decision- that he’d trusted the right pair.
“Keep touching me-” Jungkook inhales sharply when Yoongi’s hands find their way under the front of his shirt, feeling up his abdomen, “-please, feels so good-”
Yoongi kisses the back of his neck. “Can we undress you, baby?”
Jungkook’s sure he’s never wanted something so badly in his entire goddamn life. He nods repeatedly, ready to heave a sigh of relief when Namjoon guides his arms up and over his head so that he can pull his shirt up and off, discarding it to the floor.
Namjoon sucks in a breath. “God, Kookie, baby- you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, pressing his palms to Jungkook’s chest, feeling his way up the hard muscle formed there from hours between the gym and the dance studio. The touches have him twitching and trembling, so sensitive and aroused; Namjoon leans in to kiss his cheek, then the curve of his jaw, trailing a path down the side of his neck, tongue and teeth leaving barely-there love bites.
Yoongi’s thumbs dip below the waistband of Jungkook’s pants, fingers fumbling with his belt and it all sort of hits him at once- his nervousness, his anxiety, the fact that he’s never been completely naked in front of someone before-
He catches Yoongi’s fingers with his hand, swallowing loudly. “Can, um- can you… Can you get undressed, too?” The so that I’m not the only one naked goes unsaid, but the nervousness in Jungkook’s voice is probably pretty clear.
Yoongi pulls his hand away and presses a kiss just between Jungkook’s shoulder blades. Fuck- is everywhere they touch him going to burn like that?
“‘Course, baby,” he whispers against Jungkook’s skin before pulling back. “Sorry, I got carried away, you’re just so- fuck, you’re just so gorgeous.” Jungkook’s chest is heaving, skin warm and flushed from the praise and he’s sure that Namjoon can see it judging from the grin on his face.
“He is, but why don’t we show him how pretty you are, love?” Namjoon suggests, reaching for Yoongi’s arm to tug him in close. He hugs Yoongi so that his back is pressed to his chest as he works his hands under Yoongi’s shirt. “He’s been eyeing you up and waiting so, so patiently. I think he’s been good and deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
Jungkook swallows thickly, breath caught in his throat as Namjoon tugs Yoongi’s shirt up just the tiniest bit, revealing a little sliver of his pale stomach and a light patch of hair leading down below the waistband of his pants.
Yoongi draws in a deep breath, tilting his head back to look at Namjoon and draw him into a slow, steady kiss. He pulls back, turning his attention to Jungkook. “You want that, baby?”
Weakly Jungkook nods, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. Namjoon pauses, pulls his attention away from Yoongi to guide Jungkook over to their bed so that he can sit down.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Namjoon says quietly, pressing his nose to the side of Jungkook’s face. “And anything you want, or don’t want- don’t be afraid to tell us, okay? You wanna stop, or want me or Yoongi-hyung to do something different- please tell us.” He pauses for a moment to pull back enough so that he can look at Jungkook- examine the curve of his jawline, the slope of his neck, see his eyes blown wide with desire. “I know what Yoongi likes, but I don’t know what you like yet- okay, baby? Think you can do that for hyung?”
Jungkook nods, almost a little overwhelmed at how much he feels right now- at the emotion that floods through him at seeing both Yoongi and Namjoon looking at him with such soft, sweet expressions.
It’s just sex, he reminds himself as Namjoon pulls back, turning to Yoongi with a soft smile. They’re in a relationship with each other- not you. Don’t get confused.
It’s easy to see how comfortable they are with each other as soon as Namjoon touches Yoongi. Yoongi leans into Namjoon’s hands, every muscle of his body at ease, so calm and comfortable as Namjoon handles him. He lifts up his shirt again, pulling it right up and over his head; Jungkook watches, absolutely enthralled, as he’s met with so much pretty, soft-looking skin.
Yoongi’s slim, Namjoon’s hands easily curling around his waist, sliding up his abdomen, squeezing along his ribs. Jungkook’s eyes follow everywhere his fingers touch and he licks his lips as Namjoon touches Yoongi’s nipples, applying just a little pressure between two fingers. Yoongi keens- he arches back against Namjoon, tipping his head back on Namjoon’s shoulder, his chest heaving. Jungkook’s gaze shifts down, tracing a little drop of sweat that trickles down his chest, and his stomach, slipping right to his waist-
The outline of Yoongi’s cock against the fabric of his jeans is obvious now. Jungkook swallows, biting his tongue to hold back a whine. Yoongi’s just- he’s gorgeous, and Jungkook will be damned if he doesn’t burn this into his brain so that he never forgets it.
Namjoon carefully unbuttons Yoongi’s jeans, tugging them down just enough so that they fall down his thighs. He caresses Yoongi’s skin as it’s exposed, sliding his hands down the swell of his ass shamelessly. Namjoon catches Jungkook’s eye as he squeezes it, grinning; Jungkook’s mouth falls open, a hardly-contained whimper falling from his lips.
“Yoongi-hyung has such a nice ass,” Namjoon comments, smirking as he gropes it again, slipping his hands under the fabric of his underwear.
Yoongi chokes on his next breath, a moan escaping his lips. “Leave those on,” he says, and Namjoon obediently pulls his hands back up. “You’re next, Joonie. Don’t act like you didn’t feel Kookie’s eyes all over you at the bar- isn’t that right, baby?”
Jungkook nods when Yoongi looks back to make eye contact and see his reaction. “Please, Namjoonie-hyung- wanna see you, too.”
It’s palpable the shift in the atmosphere, the way that Namjoon groans a little low in his chest, that soft rumble far hotter than what should be allowed. Yoongi gets his hands on the hem of Namjoon’s shirt, but instead of pulling it up and off his head he keeps it down and uses it to tug Namjoon closer to Jungkook until Namjoon's knees hit the bed. Yoongi topples down onto it but shakes his head at Namjoon, letting him stand.
“You wanna undress Joonie, baby?” Yoongi whispers, leaning in to press his lips to Jungkook’s cheek.
He wants to touch, wants to so badly- his fingers tremble a bit when he reaches for Namjoon's shirt, brushing against the warm skin of Namjoon's abdomen. He hopes that his inexperience isn't too obvious, that it won't have them changing their minds.
“Relax baby,” Yoongi whispers, taking a hold of his wrists and carefully guiding him, pressing his palms flat against Namjoon’s stomach. Namjoon groans at the touch, tilts his head back. “Feel nice?”
Jungkook nods, fingers twitching as they explore Namjoon's bare skin. At Yoongi's encouragement he pushes his hand a little further up his shirt, feeling the hard line of muscles of his chest. Namjoon slides a hand around Jungkook's shoulder, burying his fingers in the soft strands of hair on the back of his head.
It's not quite so intimidating this way, their touches grounding, supporting. When he feels ready, Jungkook pushes Namjoon's shirt up further with his other hand, using both of them to pull it up and over Namjoon's head, laughing a little when it hits the floor and he notices Namjoon's mussed up hair.
Jungkook reaches out for Namjoon, hesitating halfway- not sure if he wants to touch, or kiss, or where he wants to kiss-
“Can I, um-” he starts, glancing up to Namjoon who's looking down at him fondly, shirtless now with his glasses on still looking unreal, “what do you want me to do?”
“Do whatever you feel like doing,” Yoongi whispers. He's shifted, now on his knees behind Jungkook and he presses forwards to hug his back. “Whatever feels right.” He leans in close to kiss just below his earlobe and whisper in his ear, “Joonie loves being kissed all over, baby. He's sensitive.”
His eyes flick up to Namjoon, who doesn't seem to be listening to what Yoongi's saying, much more focused on Jungkook- and the picture of him and Yoongi half-naked and pressed together. His eyes follow the movement of Jungkook's hand, trembling when he ghosts his fingers along the expanse of his stomach.
Yoongi's words were true- Jungkook can see the tremble in Namjoon's muscles as he trails his fingers up, slow and languid in their exploration. He sucks in a breath, Jungkook finally curling his hands around Namjoon's waist and leaning in to press a feather-light kiss just above his hip bone.
“Fuck,” Namjoon groans, biting his lip; Jungkook flushes, the sound the most sweet form of praise imaginable. He shifts to Namjoon's other hip, kissing the same spot there.
Namjoon tightens his grip in Jungkook's hair, legs trembling the more Jungkook kisses. He lets him explore his body- lets Jungkook kiss his way up his abdomen, leaving little butterfly kisses on his neck, and shoulders. Jungkook makes his way back down, stopping when he gets to Namjoon's waist.
“So good baby,” Yoongi praises him, his hands settled around Jungkook's waist, thumbs tracing up and down his hip bones. Jungkook's cock twitches and he whines, heat trickling down his spine at Yoongi's words.
“You like it when we tell you how good you are, baby?” Yoongi asks, grinning against Jungkook's back when he nods. “That's good, because I love telling you. Such a good, sweet boy.”
Jungkook presses a kiss just above the waistband of Namjoon's slacks, feeling oddly proud at how obvious it is how turned on Namjoon is- how much he likes this. Riding that confidence boost, he pops the button on his slacks, guiding them down his hips, letting them fall to the floor.
Without letting himself overthink it, he leans in a little closer to press a kiss to Namjoon's cock through his briefs; Namjoon's legs tremble and he pulls a little on Jungkook's hair.
He kisses the same spot a second and then a third time before he mouths over the tip, wetting the fabric of his underwear with his tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, Kookie, baby,” he groans, thumb playing with the soft little baby hairs on the back of his neck. “God, that feels so fucking good.”
Jungkook hooks his fingers around the waistband of Namjoon's underwear. “Hyung, hyung, can I- can I please-” he stops to take a breath and try to calm himself down, “wanna suck you off.”
Namjoon tilts his head back, expression blissed. “Fuck, baby- yes, yes please.”
Before he loses his nerve, Jungkook tugs down Namjoon's underwear, letting them fall to the ground, Namjoon stepping out of them.
He wets his lips, looking down at Namjoon's cock.
He's- his cock is big, long and thick, curved slightly towards his stomach. Jungkook traces down the thick veins with his eyes, heat settling low in his belly. He's never cared much for giving head before but fuck- he just knows he has to get his mouth on Namjoon's cock, knows he has to make Namjoon feel good- even just sharing a fraction of what Jungkook's feeling would be enough.
This much, Jungkook's done before. Mostly sloppy blowjobs though, and this one he wants to be good. He moves slowly, tongue circling just the tip, glancing up to carefully check Namjoon's expression. He's looking down at Jungkook, eyes dark, chest flushed; Yoongi squeezes Jungkook's waist and he knows that he's doing well.
Jungkook doesn't rush. He grips the base of Namjoon's cock, carefully kissing down his shaft, then back up to the tip. He swirls his tongue around it, digs into the little slit just to hear Namjoon keen before he finally, finally takes the tip in his mouth, sucking fervently.
“Oh god,” Namjoon sighs, eyes fluttering as he tries to keep them open. “Feels so good baby- such a good little mouth. Good for hyung.”
He slides down lower, the weight of Namjoon's cock heavy on his tongue, but in a way that's so fucking hot. He closes his eyes, breathes through his nose and takes Namjoon in as far as he can, stroking the rest with his hand. Yoongi rubs reassuring circles on Jungkook's waist, pressing kisses to his shoulders.
As much as he tries, Jungkook struggles to keep the pace slow- Namjoon's breathy praises are addicting and he chases them, bobbing his head down on Namjoon's cock, tasting the salty pre-cum now dripping from the slit. Namjoon's cock hits the back of his throat and he swallows around him, letting it push in just that little bit deeper, pushing past his gag reflex and fuck- it's worth it.
Namjoon moans brokenly, hips jerking; his cock tenses in Jungkook's hold and his thighs shake.
“Fuck, baby- pull off, I'm gonna cum,” he gasps out, fighting to keep his hips still. Jungkook gives his cock another good suck just to feel it twitch buried in his throat before he pulls back, a few tears stinging at his eyes, a long line of spit trailing between his open mouth and Namjoon's cock.
Namjoon looks down at him, watches Jungkook continue to stroke his cock. Yoongi tilts Jungkook's face up until he and Namjoon make eye contact; Jungkook squirms under it, not used to having such blatant arousal bore right into his skin but fuck does it ever make his chest bloom with warmth and pride.
“Baby, fuck, I'm-” he groans, eyes fluttering closed as he cums, hot and sticky on Jungkook's face and chest. Jungkook can't look away- his chest heaves as he watches, watches the way Namjoon's nose scrunches and his head tilts back, expression absolutely blissful. Jungkook's not the religious type but this right here- he'd worship this beautiful sight any damn day of the week.
Namjoon finally drops his weight down on the bed next to Jungkook, legs jelly, exhausted from his intense orgasm. He pants and stares up at Jungkook, stars in his eyes.
Rather than say anything, Namjoon pushes himself up enough to press a kiss to Jungkook's lips- tastes himself no doubt, humming pleased into the kiss. He kisses softer now, sweeter- grateful. Jungkook's stomach flops and he smiles into the kiss, giggling when Namjoon pulls back just to press a flurry of quick little close-mouthed kisses to his lips.
“Baby, that was incredible,” he whispers, kissing his nose. “You're so, so good.”
Jungkook grins, nose scrunching in happiness, glad that he made Namjoon feel so good. He laughs when Namjoon nuzzles his face only to be pushed out of the way by Yoongi.
“Baby, that was- fuck, that was so hot,” Yoongi says, sighing appreciatively, kissing Jungkook hard. “You're such a good boy. Hyung’s gonna clean you up now, okay?” Yoongi pushes on Jungkook's chest until he lies back and Namjoon tucks a pillow under his head.
Jungkook does not expect Yoongi to lick a stripe up his cheek, cleaning off Namjoon's cum with his tongue. Jungkook gasps and squirms, “Hyung, you don't need to-”
“I want to, baby.” Yoongi grins, kissing Jungkook between each lick, the taste heady on his tongue. “You taste good together.”
He dips his head lower, cleaning up every last bit splattered on Jungkook's skin. When he's done Jungkook is hot and sticky- his chest is heaving and he squirms under Yoongi, so hard that it hurts. Yoongi kisses down to his belly button, swirls his tongue around it and kisses just above his pants.
“Can I take them off, baby?” He asks, looking up at Jungkook. It's clear as day in his expression how much he wants to- how much he wants Jungkook. As soon as he gets a nod from Jungkook, he's carefully unbuttoning Jungkook's pants.
Namjoon tucks himself to Jungkook's other side, pressed close to Yoongi so that he can help. He guides Jungkook's pants down his legs and off his body. He pauses, there- to turn to Yoongi, to cup his cheeks and kiss him softly- before he slips his hands under Jungkook's briefs and pulls them off.
It feels weird, being so exposed.
Jungkook squirms nervously, covering his face with his hands, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.
“Don't hide baby,” Namjoon chuckles, kissing the inside of Jungkook's thigh, gently coaxing his legs apart. “You're doing so good. We just wanna see that you're feeling good.”
It's overwhelming though, just the thought of having not just one but both of them looking at him with such affection, kissing him, touching him, completely naked and vulnerable. He hiccups, a rush of feelings that he doesn't quite know how to explain. There's a couple of tears pooling in the corners of his eyes but he pulls down his hands anyway, glancing down to where Yoongi and Namjoon have pulled back a little, just touching his thighs, waiting.
Yoongi gives a soft smile when he notices Jungkook's tears, moving up to kiss his nose and thumb them away. “Is it a lot, baby?”
Weakly, he nods, sniffling. “N-not in a bad way. Just- having both of you look at me and touch me like that…”
“Do you wanna stop?” Namjoon asks, shifting up on his knees. “It’s okay if you do.”
“No,” Jungkook says, shaking his head- his whole body's trembling with anticipation and a desire so deep he can feel it in the tips of his toes. “Please, I- I like it, a lot. Just, um. Slow, please.”
“Of course,” Yoongi says, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. It feels a little foreign here- they're here for sex, and here he is comforting him in such a sweet way, in a way that a one-night stand shouldn't-
Right?
Namjoon settles himself between Jungkook's legs again, stroking his thighs. Yoongi stays curled up to his side, petting his face, kissing the crook of his neck, nosing at his pulse.
Just as promised, they move slow. There's nothing more than soft brushes of their hands and gentle little butterfly kisses. Jungkook sighs into them after a little while, shedding his nervousness with each whispered praise, with each warm press of lips. They just- they just strip it all away, leaving him bare and aching, ready for everything that they're willing to give.
Yoongi presses a kiss to his jaw and Jungkook smiles, turning his head to catch his lips for a quick kiss.
“Good?” Yoongi whispers against his lips, kissing him again when Jungkook hums and nods, boneless and relaxed.
Namjoon huffs a breath, so close to Jungkook's cock that he feels it, tugging a whine from him.
“Yeah? Is that what you want?” Namjoon asks, teasing, ghosting another breath on the tip of Jungkook's cock. “Or maybe- somewhere else?” Namjoon bypasses his cock, moving lower and Jungkook stiffens up immediately, the hot breath of air tickling his sensitive skin.
“Oh, did you like that baby?” Yoongi smirks. “Joonie’s so good with his tongue. You wanna feel?”
If he hadn't been so relaxed, without a doubt Jungkook would have bolted, red with embarrassment, but he doesn't even think to feel it- feels safe here. “Hyung,” he moans, feeling Namjoon's tongue lick a long stripe over the spot then breathe on it, the cool air shooting sparks up his spine. He’s never- never had anyone touch him there, certainly never someone’s tongue and the idea has him arching his back, wiggling his hips closer to Namjoon, silently begging him to continue.
That earns him a chuckle, Namjoon running his palms up the sensitive insides of Jungkook’s thighs. He pulls Jungkook’s legs up to rest on his shoulders, tucking himself in close.
Yoongi slides one of his hands into Jungkook’s, threading their fingers together. He squeezes his fingers, kissing up his cheekbones. Jungkook’s not quite sure why until Namjoon kisses his rim before licking around it, messy and hot, making Jungkook’s toes curl and he squeezes Yoongi’s hand in reflex.
The feeling is indescribable- it’s almost weird, the warm, wet feeling, but Jungkook’s so fucking sensitive that every touch feels like sensory overload. Namjoon flicks his tongue inside periodically, careful to mind his teeth.
There’s no way he can’t feel the way Jungkook’s thighs shake, the way his toes curl. Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s hand, whimpering as pleasure bubbles up inside of him, gentle and steady, like the slow sizzle of a small fire. He’s not rushing to force it to build- he lets Namjoon stoke it quietly, continually, languidly.
Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, choking on a gasp.
“No, baby, you should watch,” Yoongi whispers against his skin, voice thick and heavy, pleasure coiling in Jungkook’s gut, “watch what we’re doing.”
After a couple of deep breaths, Jungkook opens his eyes- and whines, unprepared for what he sees.
Yoongi's on his back now next to Jungkook, one hand disappearing between his legs. Sweat drips down his neck, pooling in the crevice of his collarbones; he moves his hand quickly, swallowing hard when he sees Jungkook finally meet his eye.
Namjoon continues his ministrations so teasingly it's maddening; he keeps the pace torturously slow as Yoongi finishes preparing himself, pulling out his lubed fingers with a sigh of satisfaction.
The sight of them- fuck it's almost too much. Jungkook whines breathily and the focus shifts, all of their attention falling to him.
And then they’re looking at him, touching him like he’s the most beautiful thing, like he’s a treasure, a gift- and he’s not, he’s just Jungkook, fumbling, virgin Jungkook, but he eats up the attention anyway- laves in it, lets them bring him so close to the brink that he can feel himself shaking and whimpering desperately.
Namjoon and Yoongi share a look that Jungkook can't decipher, doesn't understand- checking in, maybe; asking permission, maybe. He doesn't know and can't find it in himself to ask when Namjoon finally touches his aching cock, stroking down his length languidly.
“Yoongi-hyung likes being fucked,” he says, fingers circling Jungkook's cock teasingly. “If you ask him nicely, baby, I'm sure that he'll let you.”
Jungkook gasps- god, just the thought alone is nearly enough to make him come, but he knows he's going to regret it if he doesn't make the most of tonight. He wants to so, so badly. “Please, hyung,” he whimpers, not even caring that he's begging, “I wanna- wanna fuck you, wanna be good for you.”
Yoongi nudges Namjoon until he moves over, giving Yoongi space to slide in closer and stare down at Jungkook. “You're already so good baby-” he straddles his waist, their cocks brushing together tauntingly, pulling another moan from Jungkook. “God, Joonie, listen to him.”
“I know,” Namjoon groans, pressing his forehead to Yoongi's before settling behind him, guiding Yoongi's hips up. “We're so lucky.”
Jungkook wants to protest (he is the lucky one for being allowed with them) but he doesn't get a chance because Namjoon's sliding a condom on his cock and fuck- Jungkook's going to die here tonight and he doesn't have any damn regrets. If he's gotta go out, this is the fucking way to do it.
Namjoon pops open a bottle of lube. Jungkook watches them, transfixed; he trembles at the cold drip of lube, shakes feeling Yoongi's grip on the base of his cock. Namjoon helps Yoongi line up, grip tight on his hip, reaching forward to stroke down Jungkook's chest with his free hand.
The blunt press of Jungkook's cock against Yoongi's rim is taunting, teasing- it feels so good, almost burning hot, arousal blazing in his gut. Sweat drips down Jungkook's face, his entire chest flushed from the heat of it.
Yoongi lowers himself down just the smallest bit. Jungkook's cock catches on his rim and presses inside, Jungkook's eyes rolling back in pleasure because fuck, fuck, holy fuck-
His hands fly out to Yoongi's waist, fingers gripping his hips tightly.
Feels so, so good.
Almost unreal, hot and tight and wet- Yoongi bites his lip, cursing under his breath. His thighs tremble with effort, slowly easing himself down on Jungkook's cock, and everything- everything just slows down.
Yoongi's skin is blazing hot to the touch, each twitch and tremble of his muscles palpable.
God, could he have been having this for years?
Jungkook tilts his head back and moans, skin hot and sticky, heart beating wildly in his chest.
But no- it wouldn't be the same, not without Yoongi and Namjoon. Not without the safety in their kisses, in their touches; not without the comfort in their words, and the way they treat him with such care that it makes him want to cry.
He finally lets himself relax enough to see it, to open his eyes and focus on Yoongi on top of him. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes, hardly noticing the breathy laugh that it pulls out of Yoongi.
“Speak for yourself,” Namjoon chuckles. He sits back on his knees just behind Yoongi, one hand on his hip, the other splayed out on his lower back, rubbing circles to keep him relaxed.
Jungkook laughs, but it turns into a moan when Yoongi rocks his hips, hands on Jungkook's abdomen for support.
God, he's so fucking tight-
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps, eyes blown wide, desperate to drink in every last detail; every heave of Yoongi's chest, every roll of his hips, every kiss Namjoon trails down Yoongi's neck, every smooth slide of his palms. Yoongi groans in pleasure, head tilted back on Namjoon's shoulder. He picks up the pace and rocks his hips in tight little circles, the slick pace dizzying.
Namjoon shifts Yoongi, changes his angle, encourages him to move faster, rock harder. Yoongi pants, crying out when Jungkook hits that sweet spot inside of him- he tightens up, Jungkook's cock twitching buried so deep inside of him.
“Ah, hyung,” he whimpers, gasping between words, knowing he can't last much longer, “I- I can't, if you keep going, I, I’ll-”
“Good, that's so good baby,” Namjoon says, knowing Yoongi's too far gone to talk. He's grasping one of Namjoon's hands, settled low against his belly, shaking as Namjoon uses his other hand to jerk him off. “Hyung’s close, too- you gonna be a good boy and come for your hyungs?”
Weakly Jungkook nods, wanting to be good, chasing the praise, chasing his orgasm- when he feels the heat wash over him he doesn't try to fight it, breaths coming out in short little pants the closer he gets. He grips Yoongi tighter, tighter, until it snaps-
Yoongi seizes up when he comes, hot against Namjoon's hand and Jungkook's abdomen; he digs his fingernails into Jungkook's hips, whimpers out garbled words and praises and Jungkook's sure he hears his name, sure he hears such a good boy, Kookie-
Jungkook's orgasm hits him hard and heavy, a heat wave flowing over him, hot and overwhelming. He does his best to hold on as he comes. His hips twitch and he shakes, moans and whimpers falling from his lips; god, it feels so fucking good. Jungkook's not one to wax poetic but holy fuck does he ever feel amazing, hot and sated in a way he's never felt before.
He sees fucking planets as he comes, so far up in the galaxy that everything becomes fuzzy on his way down.
When he comes to again, everyone's breathing hard. Yoongi tries to catch his breath, all of his weight leaned back on Namjoon. His eyes are still closed, but after a few moments of panting, he pushes himself up and off of Jungkook, flopping down on the bed next to him.
Jungkook shivers, the sudden cool air on his sweaty skin cold. He's too tired to move, just flinches when Namjoon slips off the condom, sliding off the bed to go and throw it away. He drops down on Yoongi's other side and they spend a few minutes just lying there- sweaty and sticky, heartbeats racing.
The bed dips and Yoongi rolls over, touching Jungkook's chest. He shivers a bit, still sensitive. “Wanna take a bath with me?” Yoongi asks, voice still thick and heavy. He pushes himself up, completely unbothered by the fact that he's still completely naked. “Joonie gets too hot to after sex, but I like sitting in one for a bit with some wine. I'll clean you up too, if you want.”
That doesn’t really sound like one-night stand etiquette, but then again- nothing tonight has gone how Jungkook expected it to, so he decides to just go with the flow- that feels right. He nods, smiling when Yoongi reaches up to brush his sweaty bangs off his forehead.
“Just give me a minute.” He flips over, presses a kiss to Namjoon’s face, and nudges his shoulder. “Can you get the wine, Joonie?”
“Mhm,” Namjoon hums, pressing up for another kiss. He takes one, then two- and Yoongi pushes him away, laughing, as he rolls off the bed to go run the bath. Jungkook feels almost like he’s intruding, watching them be so domestically intimate, but for some reason he just can’t bring himself to look away.
And Yoongi and Namjoon make him feel like he doesn’t have to.
Water starts to run in the bathroom, the tub filling up. Jungkook sits up on the bed, all of his limbs tired and heavy. He swings his legs off, shyly considering picking up his clothes until Yoongi pokes his head out of the bathroom, beckoning him in with a hand.
The bathroom is huge- way bigger than the tiny bathroom Jungkook shares with Jimin. He doesn't even have a bathtub at home, and this one in Namjoon and Yoongi’s master could probably fit all three of them if they wanted. Yoongi’s filled the tub with water and is carefully looking through a small basket filled with bath bombs of different sizes, shapes and colours.
He picks one up and holds it out to Jungkook. It’s a light shade of pink with tiny little flecks of blue and green scattered throughout it. “What do you think of this one?”
Curiously, Jungkook sniffs it- smells subtly floral, like jasmine oil and lemons and orange flowers. “Smells nice,” he says, pulling back a bit.
Yoongi nods, pleased, dropping it into the bath. It explodes and fizzes up almost instantly, the light, pleasant scent filling the bathroom. Jungkook watches it, interested, flinching when Yoongi presses a warm cloth to his stomach.
“Ah, sorry,” Yoongi chuckles, “just want to clean this off before it dries.” Yoongi wipes him down carefully, smirking when he notices Jungkook’s shy smile, and pulls him into the tub.
Jungkook’s happy to follow Yoongi’s lead, leaning against the back of the tub. Yoongi reaches for the washcloth as Namjoon comes back into the room, dressed now in a pair of blue pajamas, a bottle of wine in one hand, three wine glasses tucked into the other.
Yoongi dips the cloth in the water, meticulous as he runs it along Jungkook’s arms, taking each of his hands in his palm to carefully scrub them off. Jungkook’s eyes follow his movements, his attention only pulled away when Namjoon pops the cork out of the wine bottle, smoothly pouring three glasses of red wine.
Namjoon sits down next to the bathtub, holding a glass out to Yoongi. “Can we switch, hyung?”
“Sure.” Yoongi takes the glass of wine in one hand, passing the washcloth to Namjoon with his other. “That okay, baby?”
A spark jolts down Jungkook’s spine hearing the pet name- he hadn’t expected to hear it now that they were finished, now that they’d moved on from the heated sexual atmosphere. He nods. Every touch still feels good, although different from earlier. Not so charged and electric- but still nice, still relaxing. Jungkook's eyes flutter, Namjoon carefully washing his back and shoulders. He dips the cloth below the water to wash off his chest, too, before he pulls back, satisfied.
There's a glass of wine passed to Jungkook and Namjoon moves to Yoongi, washing him off next. They move like they've done this hundreds of times- Yoongi tilts his head back when Namjoon runs the cloth across the back of his neck, sighing when he rubs his back.
Jungkook sips the wine, savouring the deep, rich flavour of it. The warm water and light scent helps relax him; he shifts until he's comfortable, head resting back against the wall. Yoongi moves to rest against Jungkook's chest once Namjoon's done, humming happily.
The wine disappears slowly. They're not in a rush this time, not racing towards anything; it's just nice to talk, nice to get to know each other. Namjoon asks more about Jungkook and they share about their lives- Jungkook feels like he gets a good little glimpse into the lives that Namjoon and Yoongi have built.
He wishes, momentarily, that there were a place for him here- but as soon as that feeling bubbles up he forces it back down. He'll deal with it later.
After the bath and wine Jungkook feels tired and more relaxed than he's felt in a long while. He wraps himself up in a towel, drying himself off slowly. Yoongi runs a towel through his hair then shakes it out, laughing when a few drops land on Jungkook's face.
Namjoon pokes his head back in the bathroom, a small pile of clothes in his hand. “You wanna stay the night, Kookie? I've got some stuff here that should fit you.”
“Oh.” Jungkook blinks, looking from Namjoon to Yoongi. “Um, okay. Yeah, that'd be nice, actually.”
“Cool.” Namjoon passes him a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, which do fit surprisingly well. He dries his hair, borrows a toothbrush and soon finds himself standing in front of Namjoon and Yoongi's bed, made with fresh sheets, while the other two finish up in the bathroom.
Too tired to really think about it, Jungkook crawls into the bed, flopping down in the middle of it. He stretches his arms up high above his head, waiting for Namjoon and Yoongi to tell him which side to move to before he gets too comfortable. He lets his eyes slip closed, exhaustion seeping deep into his bones.
The door shuts quietly, soft laughter from Yoongi. “Tired, baby?” He asks, climbing on the bed next to Jungkook. “You like to cuddle?”
Jungkook nods, rubbing an eye with his hand. He sighs, Yoongi sliding close enough so that Jungkook can curl up behind him.
Namjoon chuckles and flicks off the light. “Cute,” he muses under his breath, pulling up the covers to get in on Jungkook's other side. Jungkook hums, pleased, when Namjoon cuddles him, too.
There's a few soft goodnights, but Jungkook's already fading; he vaguely feels a kiss to his forehead before he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.
-
Jungkook’s so, so warm.
His shirt’s clinging a little to his skin because of it. He shifts, blinking himself awake, but there’s weight all around him keeping him in place.
Slowly, it all starts to trickle back in. Going to the bar last night, meeting Yoongi, Namjoon, going home with them, the sex-
He freezes up feeling movement behind him, and a soft sigh. That’s right- Jungkook stayed the night, and right now he’s lying in bed cuddled up between Namjoon and Yoongi.
Holy shit.
Yoongi’s snuggled right up to Jungkook’s chest, hands fisted in the fabric of Jungkook's soft (borrowed) shirt. His black hair is a mess, but he looks peaceful while he sleeps; gentle, and soft. He looks comfortable, arms curled around himself, a leg slotted between Jungkook's.
Jungkook doesn't move, but he can feel Namjoon on his other side, pressed against his back. After a few moments Namjoon starts to move, stretching and shifting off the bed. Jungkook chances a look over to see him looking rested and ruffled, hair wild, glasses perched on top of his head.
“Morning,” he says, hiding a yawn behind his hand. His voice is heavy and thick from sleep, the deep tone sending shivers down Jungkook's spine.
“Hi,” Jungkook says dumbly. He tries to come up with more to say but his brain's still all fuzzy. That earns him a smile though, as Namjoon pads over to the other side of the bed to touch Yoongi's face, cup his cheek and scratch his scalp.
Yoongi grumbles and does his best to flip over and away from Namjoon's hands, cuddling back against Jungkook.
Namjoon chuckles, stands up and rummages through his closet for a clean pair of underwear and a t-shirt. “You drink coffee?” he asks Jungkook as he strips and changes into the fresh clothes, totally lacking any shame or nervousness about being naked.
“Um, yeah,” Jungkook answers meekly. He looks down to where Yoongi's tangled up in his arms and sets about untangling them.
Yoongi grumbles in protest. He peeks an eye open, glancing up at Namjoon, seeming a lot more alert now that coffee is being discussed. “Hazelnut today?”
“Sure thing, love.” Namjoon kisses Yoongi's forehead, takes hold of Yoongi's hands to help him up, steadies him and pushes him in the direction of the kitchen.
Finally freed, Jungkook sits up to stretch. His thoughts run a mile a minute.
He still almost can't believe that last night actually happened.
Well, he's definitely not a virgin anymore.
Jungkook fishes his phone out of his pocket, cursing under his breath when he realizes that he completely forgot to text Jimin last night and that knowing Jimin, he's probably send him at least a dozen texts by now-
Oh, or he'll have sent forty-two, and a dozen missed calls. That's great.
He clicks open their chat, scrolling right down to the bottom, the last message from Jimin having been sent at three in the morning (when Jungkook was long asleep)- YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD YOU BRAT
Shit.
He hurriedly types, hey I'm fine, chill they're not serial killers I had a great time with them, and hits send. It's not that surprising when the indication pops up that Jimin is typing a response.
THEM?!?!?!
Fuck- he didn't really think that through.
I'll tell you over coffee, okay? I'll text you soon, he texts back, muting his phone and shoving it into his pocket.
The bedroom door slides open and Namjoon pokes his head inside. “Hey, do you wanna stay for breakfast?”
What kind of college student would Jungkook be if he passed up free food?
“Okay.” Jungkook stands up and nods, freezing a little when Namjoon laughs and ruffles his bedhead.
“Cute,” he muses, turning to head back into the kitchen, probably completely unaware of how hard Jungkook's head is spinning. He can't figure these guys out.
In the kitchen Yoongi's already settled himself in at the table, a steaming mug of coffee tucked in his hands. The tables already set- some bowls filled with eggs, rice and vegetables, a pot with what looks to be some stew. Yoongi looks up when Jungkook walks in, patting the spot next to him.
A cup of coffee is pressed into Jungkook’s hands, along with a pair of chopsticks. As soon as he smells the food he realizes how hungry he is and wastes no time digging in.
Namjoon joins soon thereafter, sitting across from them. It’s quiet- there’s no pressure to talk, just a quiet, comfortable atmosphere as they all wake up and shake off the fog of sleep. The food tastes great and Jungkook’s a little surprised to find out that Yoongi made it all himself (Namjoon, apparently, is not allowed in the kitchen to prevent potential bodily harm). Namjoon, of course, whines in protest- the two are just so cutely domestic it makes Jungkook’s stomach twist and flop pleasantly.
He doesn’t really want it to end, but once they’ve eaten and he’s changed back into his own clothes, Jungkook knows that time is up; whatever spell they’ve been under is about to shatter. The least he can do is leave on a positive note; make a good memory out of this. He talks himself up a little in the bathroom, splashes cold water on his face and returns to the living room where Namjoon and Yoongi are lounging on the couch, finishing their second cups of coffee.
Shyly, Jungkook clears his throat and offers the clothes he’d borrowed to Namjoon. “This, I- um… I had a really good time,” he says, already feeling the flush on his face.
Yoongi smiles at him. “We did too, a really good time.” He takes the clothes, placing them down on the couch next to him. “You know, Kookie, if I’m being honest… we don’t really do this. Or, well- we never have done this before.”
Jungkook looks right at him, surprise colouring his features. They’d been so confident, so just everything, Jungkook had assumed they’d done this loads of times before. “What? Really?”
Nodding, Yoongi blushes a little and Jungkook’s stomach flips. God, he’s so cute- and Namjoon’s looking at them both with such a fond, pleased expression; Jungkook’s even more confused now than he was before. “Why? Um, I mean… why did you this time? With… with me?”
Yoongi shrugs. Namjoon reaches for his hand, pressing their palms together. “Yoongi-hyung doesn’t really connect with people easily, and I… I don’t know, it’s hard to really feel that vibe with someone else, you know? It’s kind of uncharted territory for us, and I didn’t think we’d ever find someone that both of us were so into.... At least, that’s what I thought until hyung texted me last night to tell me to hurry up because he met you.” Namjoon smiles, looking up at Jungkook. “You’re special, Kookie.”
“You are.” Yoongi looks up to Jungkook, then over at Namjoon, and the two share a long look. After a few moments, Yoongi looks back over at Jungkook. “Can we exchange numbers? I’d really like to stay in contact, if you’re okay with that.”
Jungkook nods immediately, before he even has the chance to think about it. There’s one thing that he knows for sure, and that’s that connections like this don’t come around every day.
He digs his phone out of his pocket and hands it to Yoongi, waiting while he puts both Yoongi and Namjoon’s phone numbers in his contacts.
“Don’t feel pressured to text, okay? Just- only if you want to.” Yoongi hands him back his phone. “If you want to just leave last night at what it was, I mean, that’s okay too-”
“No!” Jungkook shakes his head. “Um, I mean- no. I’d like to have more- talk more… if you want that too.”
Yoongi smiles, standing up to cup Jungkook’s cheeks with his palms. He leans in, pressing a barely-there kiss to his forehead. “You know you’re amazing, right Kookie?”
Jungkook flushes, a big grin crossing his face. His nose scrunches with it, all of his words getting twisted up in his throat.
Namjoon is next of course, although not as subtle; he twists his fingers in the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt to lean in and kiss him. Jungkook smiles into it, sure that he’s red-faced by the time that Namjoon turns away.
“Do you need a ride home?” Namjoon asks, stepping back to give Jungkook a little space.
Not having to take the bus is tempting, but Jungkook shakes his head, knowing that he probably needs a little time to clear his head. “No, I’m good, thanks.” He smiles, looks from Namjoon to Yoongi. “I’ll text you soon- okay?”
“Okay.” Yoongi grins. “See you later, Jungkook.”
If he’s being honest, the entire bus ride home goes by in a blur; it feels like no time at all has passed when Jungkook pushes open the door to his apartment.
He just drops his keys onto the table by the door when Jimin practically flies into the room, bedhead wild.
He tackles Jungkook to the floor, relieved smile on his face. “Jungkook, tell me everything!”