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Namjoon and Jimin have gotten into the habit of having deep pillow talks.
As the weeks flew by, Jimin became attached to Namjoon. Even though their dom/sub dynamic is good, Jimin finds himself more enamored with Namjoon’s mind, sex, and personality.
Which is odd.
Because he also loves Yoongi.
And now that he is getting to know Jungkook on a deeper level, he is realizing he loves him too.
Jimin is, to say the least, confused.
“What’s up baby? You seem conflicted,” Namjoon asks him as they are cuddling in bed, snapping Jimin out of their comfortable silence.
They were great conversationalists, and could talk for hours, but they were also great at comfortable silences. Jimin appreciated both traits equally.
But he thinks about Namjoon’s question and doesn’t even know what to say.
How could Jimin love 3 people?
“I’m… agh. Could I confess something to you?”
“What do you think I’ll say?” Namjoon gives him a small smile, as he starts caressing his arm to bring him some comfort, “Of course, dear.”
“I think I love you,” Jimin starts, “but I also love my other dom. And I kind of love my other one too. So, I don’t know. I feel confused. Conflicted. How can I love 3 people, what does that even mean? What do I even do?” He stops himself as he realizes he is rambling.
“Well…” Namjoon chuckles, “firstly, I love you too. Second, you have sexual relationships with different people. Maybe you’re polyamorous?”
“Polyamorous…” Jimin says the word, testing it in his mouth. He remembers reading about polyamory but he never… thought that would be him. Not until now.
“Yeah, like—you can feel love for multiple people. I’m polyamorous, you know that. Right now, I’m only with you romantically, but if I met somebody else and the connection was good and deep, I’d go for it.”
“So it’s really a thing, huh. Wow. It’s a thing I probably am.”
Namjoon snorts.
“You could say,” he affirms Jimin.
“And like—do I get into relationships or like? What even,” Jimin continues questioning.
“Well, that’s up to you, dear. Like you and me, we don’t have to be in a relationship to enjoy our connection, although, I wouldn’t be opposed to that. But it doesn’t matter to me, at least. What matters to me is spending time with you and getting to love you.”
“It’s so crazy,” Jimin starts, still feeling confused.
As he looks back, he sees how being polyamorous was part of his life. Even in his first relationship with Taemin. His attraction and interest to other people had been present then, but he always tried to push it down, and remind himself he needed to be faithful . Have eyes for no one else but his partner. But now Namjoon was validating that it wasn’t about faithfulness, it was just about… who Jimin inherently was . This was his nature. Could be his nature.
“Everyone tells you all the time you can only have one soulmate,” Jimin starts “or one person who is your ‘person’. And now here I am. With three guys. God. What even,” he laughs a little at his own situation, and some of his confusion is starting to lift as the realization that he is polyamorous hits deeper. He still doesn’t fully grasp what it means for his entire life, but at least for now, it gives him a sense of understanding over his current predicament.
“Well, yeah,” Namjoon replies, following Jimin’s train of thought, “romantic love, the one painted in Hollywood movies, is like that. But love is not like that. Love can’t fit into these boxes of one soulmate, or one person. Love is free. Love is this—you and me, and you and your other doms. That’s love. And everyone has their own definition and experience of love. This is your own. There’s no ‘one person’ for you. There’s what you would like to have in a partner and there are people who might match that on different levels or meet those ideals. There are people who you’ll connect with deeply without trying to at all. But there’s not one person for you, even if it can feel that way sometimes, because it is a lie we are told too often. So yeah, romantic love and monogamy have distorted these concepts into a fit-for-all type of deal.”
Jimin looks at Namjoon in awe.
God.
He loves him.
“Would you like to meet my other doms?” Jimin blurts out, before he has a chance to question himself as to why he thinks that is a good idea.
“What?”
-
That’s how Namjoon, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jimin end up at the restaurant where Yoongi first took Jimin.
And they have the time of their fucking lives.
Yoongi and Namjoon end up huddling together after Yoongi mentions he produces music and Namjoon mentions he likes to rap. Yoongi’s eyes light up at the comment, and Jimin ends up trading seats with Namjoon so he could be closer to Yoongi, and they talk about music like it’s no one’s business.
Jimin is a little impressed since Namjoon hadn’t mentioned to him he rapped. He also feels a little excluded, but forgets about it quickly as he ends up talking and mocking around with Jungkook.
They order a million different dishes, and they all enjoy their meal.
Jimin and Jungkook manage to hoard most of the food on the table, since Namjoon and Yoongi wouldn’t stop talking, engrossed in their conversation.
Jungkook keeps ogling at Namjoon’s arms, and Jimin can tell he is into him as well.
And as Jimin sits back on the comfortable restaurant chair, looking at the empty dishes on the table, looking at Jungkook’s comfortable and relaxed smile, and looking at Yoongi and Namjoon who are still talking like they’ve been friends all their lives , he takes a moment to contemplate them. Contemplate this moment.
What even is this.
Jimin doesn’t know.
The way Yoongi smiles at him, excitedly telling him that Namjoon raps and is fucking good at it has Jimin feeling just as excited as him.
The way Namjoon gushes about some of the underground tracks Yoongi has produced, and how badass they are, gets Jimin feeling just as proud of Yoongi.
And the way Jungkook makes Yoongi and Namjoon laugh as he retells a story about Bam popping in the middle of his kitchen has Jimin laughing in unison.
He doesn’t know what this is, or what it all could mean, but it feels fucking right .
-
Jimin is lying in bed with Yoongi after dinner.
Today was one of those days where they just lied in bed and talked about everything and nothing.
Jimin felt they had such good chemistry because their communication was ever present, never ending, and always so easy going.
“So, you like Namjoon?” Jimin asks as he is brushing Yoongi’s hair back from where he lies next to him.
Yoongi has his arm comfortably resting across Jimin’s middle.
“A lot,” Yoongi responds with a small smile.
“I still can’t believe it. It’s wild,” Jimin says, and Yoongi frowns in question. Jimin realizes he might need to elaborate on this, so he says: “apparently I’m polyamorous.”
“Hm?” Yoongi hums, prompting Jimin to keep going.
“You know, polyamorous. You can love more than one person.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I talked to Namjoon about it. Because I love you, and I love him, and I love Jungkook, so that means I’m—"
“Did you just say you love me?” Yoongi interrupts him looking perplexed.
Jimin looks back at him.
“Yeah. I hadn’t told you?”
“No,” Yoongi blinks.
“Oh. I thought I had,” Jimin chuckles, “I mean I know I said it once and you said it once, but it was more to comfort me, and a spur of the moment type of thing. Then, if I hadn’t…” Jimin scoots even closer on the bed, his nose bumping against Yoongi’s. “I love you, Yoongi.”
Yoongi gives him a soft smile. He lifts his head from the bed and crosses the short distance between their faces to plant a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips.
“I love you too, Jimin.”
“God, we are so sappy,” Jimin says with a playful nose scrunch, “I think you need to tie me up again.”
Yoongi scoffs.
“You’re crazy,” Yoongi tells him with a smile.
“And you love me.”
“Obviously.”
-
Epilogue One: 5 years later
“I’m horny, can someone please pay attention to me?” Jimin screams as he steps out of his room, and walks down the stairs.
“I’m studying, hun,” Jungkook says from the table of Yoongi's immense living room. Or well, their immense living room.
“What's the point of having a dungeon in this house if when your beautiful sub is horny you all get your business and school modes on?”
“Can't help, dear. Maybe Namjoon and Yoongi can pause their work,” Jungkook finishes without even glancing up from the book he was reading.
Jimin goes upstairs to the studio, but it’s no use. Namjoon says they’re busy.
“Really? Music is more important than my ass begging to be fucked?” Jimin asks them, arms crossed over his chest and hips cocked to the side as he stares at both Yoongi and Namjoon, whose eyes don’t even turn away from the computer screen where a music production software is visible.
After a moment, Yoongi turns to Jimin with an amused smile.
“We’re used to this dear,” Namjoon says, “we know you can entertain yourself for a little while.”
“So you’re used to me? Fine. Fuck that, I’m moving out, so you all can value the only submissive person in this household.”
“I’ll be right back,” Yoongi says to Namjoon with a smile, and he stands, grabbing Jimin’s arm, and dragging him out of the room, “give me 15,” he says to Namjoon again, and Jimin scoffs.
“For 15 minutes don’t even come with me!”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but drags Jimin to the dungeon anyhow.
“Lay down,” Yoongi commands Jimin when they’re right next to the table. “You wanna get fucked, right?” Yoongi’s tone lowers as Jimin crawls on the table, and Jimin finally gets some of the stimulation he’d been wanting for the past few hours. Jimin nods vigorously. “Then take off your pants, whore.”
Jimin slides out of his sweat pants in a heartbeat, naked from the waist down, and he lies down finally, with his legs bent and spread.
“Look at you, so eager,” Yoongi says as he walks to the drawer and gets a bottle of lube and some condoms. Jimin also sees him walking to the bookshelf, grabbing a vibrator Jimin had come to love over the years. “Where’s the attitude you were giving us all outside?”
“Ugh, just get to it,” Jimin complains, squirming on the table. He hears Yoongi leave the condoms, lube, and vibrator on the table next to him. Then Yoongi grabs his knee, spreads his leg a little wider, and drops a hard slap against Jimin’s thigh. Jimin squirms under the pain, getting more aroused by the second.
“You know I’m your boss now. So if you give me attitude you get punished, baby.”
“But I want your fingers already, boss,” Jimin whines, scooting closer to Yoongi, his ass sitting on the edge of the table.
“Then earn them. Count the slaps,” Yoongi says, and then he is dropping another slap against Jimin’s thigh.
“One,” Jimin mutters, and Yoongi drops another one, “two.” Jimin was starting to feel the tingles of pain. Then another slap comes in, “three, four, five ,” Jimin moans the last one out, as Yoongi slaps a little closer to his crotch, where the skin is sensitive.
“That was so good baby, you did so well,” Yoongi says as his hand rubs Jimin’s thigh, the skin under his fingers red.
Yoongi preps Jimin relatively fast, lubes his finger, and prods around the rim, feeling him up. Jimin fucks himself against Yoongi’s finger once it's already inside, he had been horny for hours, so this is a small part of the relief he is seeking.
“Another one, boss, please,” Jimin asks, and Yoongi obeys, slipping in another finger, and scissoring Jimin’s hole. Jimin’s hips circle against the fingers. His cock was already hard against his stomach, and he could see the tiniest drop of precum starting to come out. He was just too horny. “Fuck me already,” Jimin demands, and he feels Yoongi’s dark gaze come up to look at his face.
Yoongi’s fingers slip out, and he is grabbing both of Jimin’s knees, spreading his legs to a point where Jimin feels his dancer flexibility being tested. Two slaps come across his inner thigh.
“Don’t fucking order me around, fag,” Yoongi says, and another slap comes against Jimin’s thigh. He squirms, and the next thing he feels amidst the strain of his legs stretching and the spikes of pain on his thighs is the vibrator being pushed against his hole.
“ Yes yes yes yes ,” Jimin chants as the vibrator starts coming in, and his hands land on the edges of the table to have something to anchor himself with. Yoongi fucks him a few times with the vibrator, and when he notices Jimin is taking it smoothly he turns it on.
Jimin moans, the vibrations inside him overwhelming his senses.
“How do you want it?” Yoongi asks, as he grabs onto one of Jimin’s knees and fucks Jimin against the vibrator. Jimin is doing his job too, he thinks, as he eagerly fucks himself against the device as well.
“Fast, give it to me fast, boss, please,” Jimin begs.
Yoongi complies, and the vibrator is pushing inside him roughly and quickly. Jimin’s moans start getting louder, as the silicon toy inside him presses against his prostate roughly.
“Found it,” Yoongi chuckles, angling the toy in that direction again.
Jimin’s head is turned to the side, eyes closed. He feels saliva dripping from the edge of his mouth, as his only focus is on the pleasure he is feeling.
“Baby, more,” Jimin lets the pet name slip, since their play scenes at this point were a mixture of sadism and romance. Jimin didn’t mind it. If anything, it felt more flexible, and it was something they had only been able to achieve from the trust they’d built over years of fucking each other.
“More what?” Yoongi asks him, teasing him.
“Touch me, please, baby I want to come,” Jimin looks up at Yoongi, and his eyes are dark with lust as he stares at Jimin’s hole and crotch.
“Like this?” Yoongi teases him again, grabbing Jimin’s cock and stroking him at a horribly slow pace.
“Ngh, no, faster. Your mouth, I want your mouth,” Jimin babbless, still looking at Yoongi, and he sees him smirk.
“Alright,” Yoongi says, and then he is pushing the vibrator all the way in. He sets it on the highest setting, and Jimin groans as Yoongi leaves it there, turning on the table to grab the condom and open it, and then slide it on Jimin’s cock. Once it’s in place, Jimin sees Yoongi lock eyes with him as he bends over and sucks the head of his dick inside his mouth. It’s a hard suck, and Jimin can’t help but throw his head back, thunking it against the table.
“Ah, Yoongi, like that,” Jimin says in a high-pitched voice, as Yoongi starts going down on him, his warm mouth engulfing Jimin’s dick as the vibrator continues to fuck him mercilessly. Jimin feels Yoongi push the vibrator even deeper, and he mewls, thrusting his hips up against Yoongi’s mouth, but also thrusting them forward to get more of the vibrator in.
Yoongi’s head starts bobbing with more fervor, one hand stroking the base of Jimin’s cock tightly--in sync with his mouth--and the other hand pushing the vibrator in even more, keeping it inside Jimin.
Jimin feels close to passing out.
Yoongi’s mouth moves back from his dick, but he continues stroking Jimin, as he resumes the movement of the vibrator, pulling it out all the way and then shoving it roughly in. Jimin jerks at the movement.
“ Fuck, Yoongi ,” Jimin groans.
“Come for me baby, come on,” Yoongi whispers, voice hoarse, “show me how much you like my hand on your dick.”
Jimin lets himself let cum, as he fucks himself against Yoongi’s hand and the vibrator.
“Look at me,” Yoongi says.
When Jimin turns to him it is mid-orgasm. His mouth is open and letting out a low moan, as his brows are furrowed.
Yoongi has been in a funk lately where he says he is ‘collecting orgasms’, so he likes looking at his boyfriends faces when they come. Jimin thrives with eye contact, so if anything, it amplifies the pleasure.
Jimin is surprised at how fast Yoongi made him come. He feels the last spurts of cum spill out of him. Not even 15 minutes had passed since they came in, and Jimin was already gone.
“There you go, baby,” Yoongi coos at him, rubbing his thighs with adoration, “my baby is all spent. Are you good, darling?”
Jimin nods, dragging the back of his head against the table. He was just tired now.
Yoongi cleans him up, slipping the condom filled with cum out of Jimin’s dick. He brings one of the clean towels they have around in the dungeon and cleans the lube around his asshole, and cleans the head of Jimin’s dick carefully.
Once that is settled, Yoongi takes a few steps closer to Jimin’s head, bends over, and kisses him. Yoongi’s tongue comes into his mouth, more to taste Jimin than anything, just gently intruding. After a few kisses, Yoongi moves back, but just a little.
“Can you walk back to your room?” Yoongi whispers against his lips. Jimin hums as a response, but Yoongi knows by this point in their relationship that means no.
Jimin hears Yoongi stepping out of the room.
“Jungkook, can you pause a minute and take Min to bed?” Jimin hears Yoongi say from the top of the stairs.
“Isn’t it like 3 pm?” Jimin barely hears Jungkook reply from the living room.
“Yeah, but he could use a nap.”
A minute later, he hears Yoongi and Jungkook coming into the room.
“Thank you for taking one for the team,” Jungkook says as he stares at Jimin, all spent on the table. Yoongi chuckles.
“He knows I love making him come,” Yoongi says and Jimin hums again, “I’m going back to the studio.” Yoongi steps closer to Jimin, and he places a final kiss on his forehead, “rest well, darling.”
But before Yoongi goes, Jimin sees him out of the corner of his eye stopping in front of Jungkook to give the younger an open mouthed kiss.
“You taste like condom lube,” Jungkook whispers, dazed, against Yoongi’s mouth.
“Yeah, I can't deny that. Thank you for helping with Min,” Yoongi whispers back to Jungkook, pecks him one more time, pats his arm, and then he is walking out.
Jungkook carries Jimin to his room and drops him gently on the bed.
They all sleep together sometimes, or take turns on who sleeps with who, but they all have their own room. When Yoongi had proposed moving in after 4 years of dating each other, Jimin had been ecstatic. Once again, the dreams he had for himself were surpassed by his reality.
Jimin sometimes can’t believe this is his life. He must say that out loud, because Jungkook speaks.
“What can't you believe?” Jungkook asks him as he takes a moment to lull Jimin to sleep, petting his hair as he lies next to him on bed.
“I have this. I have you all. I can't believe it,” Jimin slurs back sleepily.
“Well, believe it, darling,” Jungkook says easily as he leans down to peck Jimin’s lips. “Come on, rest, hun.”
Jimin nods sleepily.
Right before he drifts off and falls asleep, he recalls an analogy he used to think about when he first met Jungkook: puzzle pieces coming together.
Now, the puzzle was armed. It was ready. It was framed and on display for the world to see.
Jimin felt happy.
And finally , complete.
-
Epilogue Two: only fools rush in
The saleswoman at the jewelry store gives Yoongi a weird look.
“4 engagement rings?”
“Yes. Engagement. Or promise. Anything that, you know… symbolizes commitment.”
She still looks perplexed.
“4?”
“Yes, 4,” Yoongi affirms, a little exasperated.
“Are you purchasing this for another couple as well?” she asks, trying to get some goddamn understanding of the situation, and honestly, Yoongi doesn’t blame her.
“Yeah, yeah, something like that,” Yoongi lies, just to have her make some sense to this, so that he could carry on and make his purchase.
He wasn’t about to explain that he was in a relationship with 3 dudes.
It would be anticlimactic.
And she might not even want to sell him the rings.
She smiles with a glimpse of understanding and nods.
“So, you want two sets with different designs?”
Okay. This shit was testing him.
But as they say, no good deed goes unpunished. He wasn’t about to make a bold romantic gesture and not have to struggle for it.
He takes a deep breath.
“I want the same design for both,” he replies sternly, “show me the designs?”
She still looks confused but seems to let it go as she goes right into sales mode, showing him different sets of rings.
He ends up picking simple silver bands.
He didn’t want anything flashy, just something .
Their ‘anniversary’, as Jimin called it, was today.
It was technically the night they had all gone out to dinner for the first time, and even though it wasn’t until a year later that they solidified what is their relationship today, Jimin insisted that was the night their connection started, and Yoongi was not about to waste time fighting with his stubborn partner—and apparently neither were Jungkook or Namjoon, so they all went along with this date.
They’d been together for so long, Yoongi sometimes thinks it’s ridiculous.
When Jimin had proposed the idea of Jungkook coming into their play he had been a little hesitant, admittedly.
However, after the experience with Jungkook he had realized having someone else in his same dominant position felt good .
There were many online forums he had researched before his first scene with Jungkook, and he’d read doms could have problems with the power dynamic, specifically in making sure that it was equal, but it wasn’t the case with them. They, if anything, encouraged each other and Yoongi felt like it had been a solid sexual encounter. And if Jungkook was also hot and funny , that was beside the point.
When Jimin insisted he met Namjoon, Yoongi was nevertheless, utterly confused as well.
Jimin hadn’t proposed the meeting with the intent of building up a relationship for playing together, but merely just for Jungkook and Yoongi to get to know Namjoon. Yoongi loved Jimin and trusted him, so he went along with it. And from what he had heard about Namjoon, the guy sounded okay.
He didn’t expect Namjoon to be a talented fucking rapper and to have a bigger musical baggage than Yoongi. It had impressed him, and if Namjoon was also hot and extremely intelligent, well. That was besides the point as well.
The year they spend dating and fucking had been absolutely insane for Yoongi. Probably the best year of his life. He got fucked by Namjoon, by Jungkook, even Jimin had said he wanted to mark Yoongi too, and he had fucked all of them in return. In different ways, and different places. In the dungeon, on his bed, in Jimin’s unofficial yet official room in his house. He’d gotten to spank Namjoon and even tried subbing for Jungkook, which admittedly he had liked, but it had been weird for Jungkook.
“This is just so different from how I’m used to seeing you, I don’t know how to feel!” he had said after using his safe word in the middle of their scene. Yoongi had only laughed from where he was strapped to the spank stand.
And then, somehow, they had all fallen for each other.
In different ways, in different depths. Yoongi didn’t even think he could fall for different people, still didn’t think of himself as polyamorous, but he saw it—at least for himself—as a situational thing.
A situational thing he was so grateful for.
And so, they decided to ‘formalize it’ after a year, and 4 years later Yoongi had proposed to them living together, which admittedly, they already were, as each of them had already claimed a freaking room in his house.
And now it was their 9th year anniversary.
His intention with the wedding band was not to propose, or for them to get married. He doesn’t even know how that would work since gay marriage wasn’t legal in Korea, but besides that, how in the hell would not only two, but four queer man marry? It was ridiculous.
The rings were just to symbolize they mattered to him. That they were connected, and would always be, from this relationship they had.
He knew Jimin was polyamorous, and so was Namjoon, and through the years they had had other romantic partners and had ended up with broken hearts, but Jungkook and Yoongi were always there for them.
They always came back to each other in the end.
Jungkook and Yoongi both agreed on their personal labels, and how this polyamorous relationship they were on was more a situational thing. But anyhow, they loved Namjoon and Jimin and each other with such a force where labels didn’t matter. Couldn’t matter, it wasn’t even a thought that crossed their minds. It just felt right .
As he drives home for their 9th year anniversary dinner with the bands in his pocket, he feels excited over their reactions. He knows Jimin will probably cry and kiss him, Jungkook will probably give him a tongue kiss, and Namjoon will probably tease him about being a romantic asshole, and then kiss him.
He parks outside the house, walks in, and once he opens the main door, he is met with a living room table full of take out containers, and Jungkook, slouched on the couch, looking tired and frustrated.
“What’s up, babe?” Yoongi asks him.
“Jimin’s baking something and doesn’t want us to start eating until he is done but I’m fucking starving .”
Yoongi snorts.
“Honey, eat. It doesn’t matter,” Yoongi affirms.
“Babe,” Jungkook glares at him. “You know if I put a chicken piece inside my mouth before that cake is done it’ll be the only thing I hear about for the next week or so, so... no.”
Yoongi looks up, as if he were thinking about it.
“Fair. Let me see if we can speed this cake up so you can eat.”
Jungkook mouths ‘love you’ as Yoongi bends over the couch to press a peck to his lips, and then walks into the kitchen, finding a frustrated looking Namjoon scratching his head, and Jimin glaring at him.
“How much baking soda did you put in it?” Jimin demands.
“Argh, Jimin, I don’t know,” Namjoon whines at him, “you said two tablespoons.”
“No! I said teaspoons, Namjoon. Fuck,” Jimin is about to throw his hands into his hair and trash it out of frustration, but he turns and finds Yoongi there.
“What’s happening?” Yoongi asks.
“Jimin wanted to bake a cake and I think I ruined it,” Namjoon laments.
“No, you ruined it,” Jimin says, “we’ll have to start all over again.”
“Jimin, I’m hungry,” Namjoon whines again, looking visibly tired, and Yoongi realizes it is his moment to step in.
“Jimin,” is all Yoongi says as he steps closer at him. Jimin looks cute in the apron he is wearing, and it hits Yoongi in his domestic heart to see them both trying to cook something together. “We can just order something sweet when we’re done with dinner. We’re all hungry. Let’s just go.”
“But I wanted to bake you all a cake. As my gift,” he whines, and looks on the brink of tears, so Yoongi comes closer and places Jimin’s head against his shoulder, holding him close.
“You can do that after we have dinner, love. Or tomorrow. You are the biggest gift you could ever give us.”
Jimin is silent for a moment.
“Let’s just go eat. Everyone is hungry. Come on. What do you say?”
Jimin nods against his shoulder.
Namjoon and Jimin remove their aprons and turn off the oven. They step out into the living room, but before Yoongi leaves Namjoon turns to him and gives him an open-mouthed kiss.
“I love you,” he whispers against his mouth, “thank you for saving us from Jimin,” he laughs against Yoongi’s mouth, “but also for being so good.”
“I love you too,” Yoongi replies easily, and the words make him think back to the boxes inside his pocket.
Through their anniversaries Yoongi kept the gifts as personal things for each of them. Gift cards at fancy places, colognes, clothes, or things he knew they needed—like a bunch of notebooks for Jungkook now that he was into art, dance clothes for Jimin, and music production equipment for Namjoon. But it was the first time he was giving them all the same gift. A gift that could bind them together.
As they have dinner, they ask Yoongi where he was before dinner and he makes something up, as they all eat and have a good time. They do some reminiscing, prompted by Jimin, and talk about their favorite moments as a couple.
It’s nothing special, as they all sit down around the living room table, eating, and laughing with their mouths full of food. This was, in a way, their daily routine.
But even if it’s common, it’s nothing short of perfect.
Once they are done, Yoongi figures it’s a good moment to present his gift.
“So, I got you all a gift.”
“Is that why you didn’t want me to finish my cake?” Jimin glares at him “You wanted to steal the spotlight. Be the best boyfriend in this relationship.”
Yoongi knows he is teasing, but he still responds.
“Shut up, Jimin,” he laughs. He simply pulls out the two boxes, and places them on the table. He opens one, and then the other.
The room is silent.
“I mean, it’s not a proposal, we can’t actually get married here, but it’s like a symbol of our love. You know, something that connects us all. You can wear it, or not. I just figured it would be nice to have something like this.”
The first person to react is Jimin, with tears falling down his eyes.
The second person to react is Jungkook, as he quietly stands up and gives Yoongi a kiss, a deep, deep kiss, trying to convey how much he appreciates the gift.
“Put it on me,” Jungkook whispers when he pulls back. Yoongi grabs one of the four bands, and slips it into Jungkook’s finger.
“It’s a little tight, but it’ll do,” Jungkook laughs.
“I’ll go adjust it tomorrow.”
They peck one last time, and when he turns, Jimin is still tearing up, and Namjoon is smiling at him.
“Look at you, growing all soft. Making a bold romantic gesture,” Namjoon laughs, as he comes forward and plants a kiss on his mouth. “I love you,” and then he is giving Yoongi his left hand so he slips the ring in.
It fits perfectly on Namjoon’s finger.
“Just about my size, huh. I knew I was the favorite,” Namjoon jokes while looking at Jungkook, and the latter just sticks his tongue out at him.
It was a joke they had developed with the years, who was the favorite of who. But they all used it as teasing and for the comedic potential it held. Never to hurt each other. They knew, after 9 years, where they all stood.
Yoongi turns to Jimin, who still looks a little shocked.
“You want yours? Or am I getting 2 out of three?”
Jimin stands from where he is sitting in front of Yoongi, and walks to kneel beside him. He gives Yoongi his left hand, and just like Yoongi thought, the ring is a little big on his finger. Jimin keeps it on anyway.
“I can get it fixed tomorrow as well,” Yoongi smiles at him.
“I love you so freaking much,” Jimin says, as a few more tears escape his eyes, and he leans over to kiss him. He straddles Yoongi, and then pushes him down against the floor, essentially making out with him.
Namjoon and Jungkook holler.
“I’m getting jelly,” Jungkook scrunches his nose looking at Namjoon, “come here.”
Namjoon plants an open-mouthed kiss on Jungkook’s mouth, they like being a little rougher with each other, so their teeth clank, their tongues roughly invading each other’s mouths.
Yoongi pushes Jimin back a little with a laugh from where he is lying on the floor.
“Okay, okay! Let’s get dessert, and then we fuck,” Yoongi says.
“Wait,” Jimin says, and Jungkook and Namjoon turn to him, faces dazed from making out. “We need to put your ring on, baby.”
They make a fuzz out of it, all three of them holding the ring ridiculously as they slip it inside Yoongi’s finger, and it fits his hand perfectly just like it did with Namjoon’s. He had tried this size on before purchasing the bands after all.
Once they get the ring in, Jimin and Jungkook scream excitedly, and Namjoon and Yoongi just laugh, looking at each other, gazes exchanging the message of ‘ these fools’ .
They settle down and end up ordering some cake slices and milkshakes.
Yoongi takes a moment to observe, as they continue chatting, how the rings look on their fingers. Sees Namjoon resting his head on his hand, ring visible and looking perfect on him. Sees Jimin toying around with the ring on his finger, occasionally looking down at it and smiling, and then observes Jungkook, hands folded in front of him on the table as he laughs at something Namjoon says, the shining silver band resting on his finger too.
Yoongi looks down and catches the ring in his own hand.
Yeah.
Yoongi confirms then.
It wasn’t a gift for commitment.
It was just for love.