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Growing up in Daegu with a family like the one he had made Min Yoongi greatly appreciate having his own personal space. Someplace where no one would be able to find him, disturb him, break his concentration while he worked.

Moving to Seoul with nothing had left him homeless and relying on the kindness of strangers, Jung Hoseok most specifically. He and Hobi had shared a tiny ass room for almost 2 years before Yoongi finally felt as though he was in a position to leave and not end up back in that room again. And, as much as he loved Hobi, the man was fucking exhausting to live with. Hoseok was always bringing people home, or being loud as all hell, making it difficult for Yoongi to concentrate, or dancing in the tiny amount of space they had – all flailing limbs and snap precision and endless counting. Yoongi loved Hoseok. He really did. But he was extremely glad to get his own space. It was silent there, in his shitty, tinier ass room. The lock was faulty so he could probably have a break-in at any time, the walls were paper thin so he was able to hear much more about his neighbors than he ever wanted, and the lights always flickered, no matter how often Yoongi changed the bulbs so he was vaguely sure that the place was haunted. But, when he finally claimed it as his own, he felt like he was living at the Taj Mahal.

Things eventually changed.

But Yoongi’s love for his personal space did not.

So, when he vaguely heard his door being opened, heard someone shuffling into his house, felt someone face-plant on his bed and draw his body against theirs, he wondered when the hell he’d become so comfortable with other people coming into his space whenever they wanted.

Sleepily, Yoongi took in the scent of the person who was now occupying his bed. He knew that it had to be either Taehyung or Jungkook. They were the only ones who knew the new passcode (9357). He inhaled citrus and dawn. Jungkook. Yoongi exhaled and burrowed closer.

He didn’t mind sharing his space. Not if he was sharing it with those two.

“What’re you doing here?” Yoongi mumbled into Jungkook’s chest.

“Bed was too empty.” Jungkook murmured in turn, pulling the elder impossibly closer, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

Yoongi sighed in contentment and felt himself dozing again.

Both Jungkook and Taehyung had taken to coming and going from his apartment as they saw fit. Yoongi’s apartment was slowly beginning to hold traces of the two younger men – Jungkook’s iron man socks in his laundry, Taehyung’s favorite shot glasses lining Yoongi’s cabinets, two extra toothbrushes where there had only been one in his bathroom, Taehyung’s favorite face washes on the counters, Jungkook’s extra boots in the entrance.

The two had wedged themselves firmly in his heart and, in turn, he’d given them free roam of his space.

They may as well just live with him for all the time they spent there. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about this before. The idea of them calling his space home…that warmed something deep in Yoongi’s heart. And it was this thought that carried him off into sleep once more.

It was dangerous to wake up Min Yoongi.

Everyone knew this.

Especially his boyfriends.

Which is why he was ready to commit the bloodiest of murders when he heard Jungkook laughing before 2pm. Seriously, who the fuck wakes up that early on purpose? Yoongi rolled over with a loud and irritated groan, ready to bean the younger with his slipper just as Jungkook’s laughter choked off into something else.

Yoongi opened his bleary eyes and took in the sight before him.

Jungkook was sitting on Yoongi’s kitchen table, one of his hands holding onto a steaming mug of coffee on its surface and the other hand resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung was standing between his thighs, his hands on either side of Jungkook’s body while he kissed the younger in earnest. Yoongi felt heat curl in his gut and he swallowed.

Well, how the fuck was he supposed to complain about being woken up now?

If he was greeted with a sight like that every morning, he wouldn’t give a shit how early they woke him.

Okay, maybe he would care a little bit.

But, definitely not as much as usual.

Taehyung pulled away and whispered something in Jungkook’s ear that had the younger laughing again and pushing him away. “Asshole,” Jungkook snickered. Taehyung grinned and kissed him again. Yoongi watched them, wholly engrossed in the way the youngest melted completely at Taehyung’s touch, in the way Taehyung seemed entirely lost in Jungkook. Jungkook abandoned his coffee in favor of wrapping his arms around the elder, pulling him closer. He exhaled then gasped slightly when Taehyung moved his lips to Jungkook’s neck, tilting his head to allow the elder better access.

Yoongi smiled, warmth curling both in his heart and deep in his belly.

Taehyung finally seemed to sense that they were being watched because he pulled away from Jungkook and looked right at Yoongi. “No, by all means, continue. It was just getting good.” Yoongi said drily.

Jungkook looked over at the elder, his wide eyes bewildered and his face flushed.

“Sorry…were we loud?” Taehyung asked, looking somewhat apologetic.

“As long as you two wake me up like this, I don’t give a shit how loud you are.” Yoongi said with a smirk. He adjusted himself in his pajama bottoms (morning wood plus their show had left him entirely uncomfortable) and sat upright. “When did you get here anyway?” he asked the elder of the two.

“I called him a little bit ago.” Jungkook said, sobering. Yoongi raised a brow. “Now that we’re all here and somewhat on the same page, I think we all need to talk.”

Taehyung and Yoongi looked first at each other, then at Jungkook. “Talk? What about, babe?” Taehyung asked, his voice soft.

“Us.” Jungkook answered simply. His expression was resolute and steady. “I have some shit to say to both of you.”

Yoongi raised both eyebrows now. “Can…I shower first?” he asked at length.

Jungkook gestured that he should proceed and took a sip of his coffee. As Yoongi padded to his bathroom, he felt two pairs of eyes on him, watching him as he left. He looked back and saw that Taehyung was licking his lips and Jungkook had been unabashedly staring at his ass. He sighed as he got to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped inside. On their own, Jungkook and Taehyung were overwhelming. Together? They were a goddamn mindfuck.

When the elder walked back into his living room after his shower, Jungkook and Taehyung were on the couch, watching a YouTube video about some video game they liked and loudly debating over which character was the best, Jungkook nearly howling about someone being made a widow. None of it made any sense to Yoongi so he ignored them in favor of getting himself some coffee. He took a sip, looking over the two as they bickered and that sweet, overwhelming thing rose in his chest again.

He finally had a word for it, thanks to his trip to Daegu for Taehyung a few days ago.

Love.

Yoongi took another swallow of his coffee and walked into the living room with the two. Before he could sit beside them on the couch, Taehyung pulled the elder into his lap, not pausing in his agitated tirade about some kind of diva. Yoongi almost sloshed hot coffee on himself and shot the younger a baleful look for his impulsivity but the way that Taehyung’s fingers curled gently and securely around his waist was enough to mollify him for the moment. Jungkook pulled Yoongi’s legs into his lap, running his hands along Yoongi’s shins, and gave Taehyung such a comically outraged glare that Yoongi actually snorted. “You two are ridiculous.” He said with a chuckle.

They both looked at Yoongi with twin expressions of incredulity.

“He doesn’t get it.” Taehyung said flatly.

“So sad.” Jungkook agreed solemnly.

Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard he might have seen the next century. “Anyway. What did you want to talk to us about?”

At this, Jungkook sobered. “Right.” He said softly, turning off the tv and looking at them both. Taehyung shifted so that Yoongi was sitting between his legs and wrapped an arm around the elder’s waist, holding him securely to his chest.

“I am worried about the future of our relationship.” Jungkook began slowly, looking down at Yoongi’s legs in his lap without actually seeing them. Yoongi felt Taehyung tense. “I am worried that…when things get hard…when we fight – because we will fight – you both will throw it all away and leave each other…leave me. I’m afraid that you’ll both run if things get touchy.” He sighed heavily then looked up. “You have no idea how much I care about you two.” Jungkook said, his voice soft and fervent. “And the thought that this will all dissolve with the first challenge we have is fucking horrible. It took us weeks to even get to this point because you both have the world’s shittiest communication skills. And, in order for this to work, you have to talk to me. You have to talk to each other too. You have to talk – period. And neither of you do. It scares the shit out of me.” Jungkook rubbed his hands along Yoongi’s legs, as though assuring himself that Yoongi was still there. “I…I don’t want to fall in love with you two…if you’re just going to throw this away, okay? I don’t want to put myself through that.”

There was silence. Yoongi was stunned. He’d heard in passing from Taehyung that Jungkook was going to leave them if they couldn’t figure their shit out. It had disturbed him at the time but after everything happened in Daegu, Yoongi had forgotten about it, assuming that everything was fine now that he and Taehyung were together and everything was out in the open.

It had never occurred to him to see if Jungkook still harbored those feelings of unease.

Min Yoongi was an ass.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out to the youngest, reaching for him.

Jungkook took Yoongi’s proffered hand, looking bewildered.

“We should have made sure you were okay.” Taehyung murmured, sounding ashamed. “This bullshit with me and Yoongi-hyung had to have affected you too. I know it did. And I just kinda assumed that you were okay because we were okay.”

Jungkook held up his free hand, seeming almost panicked as he smoothed small circles into Yoongi’s hand. “No, please don’t. I’m not hurting or anything. I’m just…scared. I care about you both too much for this to end over something stupid like which coffee to buy, okay? You guys being so protective over your own feelings is understandable but…you love each other. And both of you seem to care about me too…” Jungkook went slightly pink at this.

“Kookie,” Taehyung said quietly. “After everything that we’ve been through…I refuse to lose either of you without a fight. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” His voice was low, his words impassioned. His arms tightened around Yoongi, including him in his words to the younger.

The room fell into silence again.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi said finally, his voice strained. “I’m not letting go of this. I’m not letting go of you. Okay?” He slipped his fingers into Taehyung’s as he spoke these words and felt the younger’s fingers tighten around his own. “I’m not going anywhere. I…I can’t. And I don’t want to.”

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, his eyes searching the elder’s. Jungkook then turned his gaze to Taehyung.

“You’re right that our communication skills are shit.” Yoongi said steadily. “If it weren’t for you, Jungkook…this would never have even have been a possibility.” Yoongi leaned his head back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, temporarily reveling in the fact that the younger was holding him so securely. “I’m not good at this shit, you know?”

“And you know that I absolutely suck at this.” Taehyung chimed in, sounding amused.

“But…I absolutely refuse to lose you, okay?” Yoongi repeated this, stressing the words. “I’m not letting you go, Jeon Jungkook. I’m not.” He felt Taehyung tighten his fingers in Yoongi’s, both cosigning his statement and repeating that same statement to Yoongi wordlessly.

Jungkook swallowed hard and looked away from them. He reached for his mug and drank deeply, then set the mug back on the table and looked back at them both. “I’m demanding that you both communicate with each other and with me.” He said, his expression determined. “When shit doesn’t feel right, when something is bothering you, when there is a fight, I’m demanding that neither of you run from this. I’m demanding that you be honest with me, be honest with each other, and be honest with yourselves. That is what I want. Otherwise…what are we even together for?”

“You’re right.” Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked at them both hard for a moment, then sighed heavily and a smile broke over his features, dispelling the tension in the room and making Yoongi’s heart stutter in his chest. He felt a smile grow on his own features and Jungkook leaned forward to kiss him. Yoongi reached for Jungkook, holding him closer even as he rested more heavily against Taehyung.

Jungkook pulled away and moved to Taehyung.

Yoongi exhaled slowly. He had never had two boyfriends before. He’d barely had one. Oh, there had been plenty of hopefuls and plenty of flings but never something like this. This was completely different. So, when Taehyung’s arms tightened around him while Jungkook kissed Taehyung, Yoongi wasn’t sure if the resulting heat he felt curl in his stomach was normal or not. He decided not to question it.

Jungkook finally sat back down on the couch, looking at them adoringly. “I’m trusting you.” Jungkook said. The words were spoken softly but held within them a severe gravity. Yoongi swallowed and looked at the younger. “I have to go to class.” Jungkook said, his face scrunching in distaste. “Are you sure I can’t just drop out now?”

“No,” Yoongi and Taehyung said at once.

Jungkook laughed. “Fine, fine. Ugh. I’m gonna go take a shower.” He drank the rest of his coffee, gave them another small smile, and walked to the bathroom.

Taehyung released a heavy sigh, his exhale brushing Yoongi’s ear.

“We really can’t fuck this up, hyung.” Taehyung said quietly, his voice worried.

Yoongi looked back at the younger. “We won’t.” He answered. Taehyung looked up at him, his eyes wide. “We can’t. We at least have to try. Just…stay, okay?”

Taehyung blinked, then gave him a small smile and kissed him, stealing Yoongi’s breath.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Yoongi had just sold another song. The company was huge and so was the girl group that was supposed to be using it. That meant that the paycheck was huge too. He smirked then looked at his monitors again, going back to mixing the track Taehyung had commissioned from him. He was finally able to focus again when he felt his headphones being pulled off and a pair of lips at his throat, large hands on his shoulders. He swallowed and looked backward.

“Tae…what the…”

“I need your help with something.” Taehyung said without preamble, holding up a plastic bag. Yoongi frowned in confusion. “Help me bleach my hair.” He said, giving the elder a small smile.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows into his own hair. “Me?”

Taehyung nodded solemnly. “It has to be you, hyung.” He said.

“I don’t know jack shit about bleaching hair. That my own didn’t fall out when I did it is a fucking miracle, okay? You’d be better off going to Jimin or an actual professional or something.” Yoongi said quickly, furrowing his brow.

“Can’t.” Taehyung said with a shrug.

“Why the hell not?” Yoongi’s frown deepened.

“Because I don’t give a fuck about whether or not it’s someone who knows better. I trust you. And it has to be you.” Taehyung’s voice was solemn. Yoongi gaped at him, opening and closing his mouth as multiple possible responses came into his mind but Taehyung sat on the other chair in his studio and looked at Yoongi, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Yoongi-hyung, it has to be you. Because of Daegu.”

Yoongi was entirely bewildered now. “Daegu?” he parroted, feeling dense.

“I wasn’t going to say anything about it.” Taehyung looked down at his hands, still holding the plastic bag. “But, Kookie had a point. All of this shit could have been avoided had I just…spoken up about what was going on with me.” He looked up at the elder, chagrin written on his features.

Yoongi could see it coming – Taehyung had been apologizing to him a lot in the time that they’d been back in Seoul and it was driving the elder absolutely up a wall. He held up his hands and raised a brow. “Don’t. If you apologize again, I’m going to have to kick your ass. Okay? Keep going.”

Taehyung laughed then and Yoongi relished in the sound. Taehyung had also been laughing more in the time since they’d gotten back, something that the elder was glad to see. “Fine, whatever. Look, going back to Daegu…changed a lot of things for me, okay?” He said, his voice becoming softer as he continued. He looked down at his hands. “In the past few months…a lot of shit has changed for me and I don’t actually think I’m the same person I was before.” He looked up at Yoongi. “And you were a huge part of that. So…I kinda feel like it has to be you.”

Yoongi swallowed and nodded at the younger, looking down. “So, what’s in the bag?” he acquiesced.

Taehyung gave him a small smile. “Everything.”

“It’ll take a while.” Yoongi said, looking through the products in the bag. “Like, at least a day or two.” He looked up at the younger. “You sure?” Taehyung nodded once. Yoongi said nothing but turned immediately to his computer and started looking up videos on how to bleach hair.

Taehyung’s smile was blinding. He kissed Yoongi’s cheek. “Thank you.”

***

“You couldn’t at least make it symmetrical?” Jin said in exasperation.

Taehyung scrunched his nose, scratching at the two new piercings in his left ear. “I like it.” He said with a shrug.

Jin rolled his eyes, giving the younger a small, indulgent smile before sobering and saying, “The reason I called you here is this: you’ve been getting a lot of attention recently and people are starting to request you in other cities.”

Taehyung blinked. “Other cities.”

“There are people who want you to do shows all over Korea.” Jin said, rubbing his face with his hands.

Taehyung was dumbfounded. He had never been requested to do shows in other cities before. “Attention why?”

Jin turned his laptop around so that Taehyung could see the screen. There was a YouTube video pulled up, a video of him singing. He frowned and looked at the date. That had been a few weeks ago, the performance Jin had dragged him from his apartment for. The night he’d told Jungkook everything. “Someone put me on YouTube…so what? They always do.” Taehyung said with a shrug, looking up at Jin, who rolled his eyes again.

“Look at the number of views, Taehyung.” Jin said, exasperated.

Taehyung frowned and looked. Then his jaw dropped. “Hyung, what the fuck? 9 million? Since when?”

“Hell if I know. I just know that people have been calling me nonstop since two days ago. You have been tapped by so many agencies, I can’t remember all their names. And we won’t even talk about how your new fans got my damn phone number. Do you know how many squealing teenage girls I have had to hang up on? Joonie has been laughing at me since the very first one.” Jin complained. He sighed, holding up his hands, palms out then laced his fingers into a fist and looked at Taehyung again. “People are asking when your tour starts, Taehyung.”

Taehyung frowned deeply. “I…I don’t tour, hyung. It would take some time to set up…they’ll just have to wait until we have the money for it.”

“That’s the problem.” Jin said soberly. “Money. We do pretty well on our own. But…we need money for this. So…” Jin looked nervous. “You may need to sign…”

At this, Taehyung vehemently shook his head. “No. Fuck that. I’m not. I refuse.”

Jin held up his hands again. “Taehyungie, stop. Hear me out.”

Taehyung crossed his arms, his face hard and defiant. “I’m not fucking signing, hyung.”

“Listen to me. Why do you sing?” Jin asked, his eyes burning into Taehyung’s.

“Because it’s the only way I can get it all out.” Taehyung said simply.

“And?” Jin pressed.

“I like that people come to listen to me.” Taehyung continued slowly, unsure of what the elder was getting at. “I like that people like to listen to me.”

Jin pounced on this. “Exactly!” Taehyung blinked, completely confused now. “People like to listen to you. People like to hear what you create. And they are willing to pay to come and see what you created.” Taehyung was becoming irritated. People always paid to come and see him – his performances were how he paid his damn bills. “And there are a lot of people who want to see you. I’m good for your normal gigs, Tae. But I cannot do a whole damn tour on my own. I need the help. Besides, you aren’t the only artist I’m working with now. I picked up another client who I’m trying to convince to sign too because he’s becoming just as popular as you are.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “So, I need to sign with an agency so that people will stop hounding you. Why not just drop me as a client?” Taehyung’s voice was flat.

“Oh, stop being so melodramatic. I’m not going to drop you. For one thing, I actually give a shit about your stubborn ass. And, for another, I refuse to let you throw away your music.”

“I wasn’t going to throw it away!” Taehyung exclaimed.

Jin scoffed. “Whatever.”

“I wasn’t. That would make no sense.” The younger’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Then, what is the point in letting this chance slip by you, Kim Taehyung? You have a chance to make enough to support yourself for months. You can perform for thousands of people who are losing their minds because they get to be in the same room as you.” Taehyung was immensely unimpressed. More money and fame wasn’t motivation for him. Jin’s voice softened as he changed tactics. “You never know who’s in that audience, Taehyung. You never know who your music is going to save. Your lyrics are powerful. You never know how much of a difference your performance may make in someone’s life. You have the chance to make an impact.”

Now this Taehyung was interested in. He pictured it. A scrawny, scared, pissed off kid just like he was, hearing his music, hearing the lyrics, hearing Taehyung’s story. Being able to relate. Maybe finding within themselves the strength to go back to whatever battlefield they’d stumbled from, taking Taehyung’s lyrics with them like suits of armor.

He looked at the elder and sighed heavily, shoving his ringed fingers through his newly blond hair, scrubbing his hands down his face with a groan. “Hyung…I’m not interested in being controlled. I went through enough of that shit growing up, okay?”

“Then we find an agency that will give you what you need without trying to control you as much.” Jin was so nonchalant about this that Taehyung had to laugh in complete bewilderment.

“Have you lost it? There are none like that.” Taehyung said with a scoff.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Jin’s face was smug. “There are a few that I’ve spoken with that seem to be more flexible, more willing to work with your needs. They sent these.” He pulled three thick envelopes from a pile on his normally spotless desk and handed them to Taehyung. “I did a lot of vetting of your offers already just because I know you won’t be happy at a lot of these agencies. But, these were the closest to what you would accept.”

Taehyung looked worriedly at the envelopes in his hands. “Hyung…”

“You don’t have to sign them if you don’t want to.” Jin said quickly. “But I want you to consider it. The last performance you gave touched a lot of people. I’m getting calls from all over the country looking for you. Having an agency backing you will help you greatly.”

Taehyung sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Fine. I’ll talk to…I have to talk to Yoongi-hyung about this.”

11:34 am Me: Hyung, are you at home?

“Do you…do you really think my music makes that big an impact, hyung?” Taehyung looked up at the elder, head still reeling.

“I absolutely do.” Jin said firmly.

11:36 am My Suga <3: Yeah. I’m working today. Why? Are you okay?
11:37 am Me: I’m coming over.

Taehyung sighed. “I need time to think about this. I need to talk to Yoongi-hyung and Kookie.”

“Think very seriously about this, Tae. This is your career we’re talking about.”

11:40 am My Suga <3: :) Come quickly.

“Who’s your newest client?” Taehyung asked suddenly, shoving his phone back into his pocket and standing, holding the envelopes somewhat away from his body, as though they were contagious.

“Min Yoongi.” Jin said, his voice amused.

Taehyung nearly fell over. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?”

“That’s where you’re going anyway. He’ll tell you.” Jin shrugged, standing with Taehyung. “In the meantime, I am going to go Joonie’s house. You want me to drop you at Yoongi’s on my way?”

Walking into Yoongi’s house like it was his own normally made Taehyung smile. That the elder trusted him so implicitly was something that never failed to warm Taehyung’s heart. It was something he deeply appreciated. However, his mind was too tangled to think about that as he walked in today. Yoongi was laying on his couch, hands between his knees. He looked like he was asleep, or at least, getting there. He didn’t stir when Taehyung closed the door behind him, when he got a beer from the kitchen, or when he sat on the couch beside him.

“Hyung? Are you dead?” Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Yoongi made a noise that sounded like a snuffle and a groan and didn’t answer. He shifted a little, curling himself more tightly into the couch. Taehyung touched the elder’s hair, his long fingers moving gently through the green strands. “Wake up.” Taehyung whispered.

Yoongi’s nose crinkled and he cracked open one eye. “What the fuck.” He grumbled, his voice thick and deep with sleep and irritation. Taehyung smiled when the elder looked at him and Yoongi’s irritation seemed to vanish. He blinked sleepily at the younger and sighed heavily, closing his eyes again. “I didn’t mean to go to sleep.” He yawned, sitting up on one hand and scrubbing his other hand through his hair, leaving it standing up in odd spikes and clumps. Taehyung snickered and handed the elder his beer. Yoongi drank then put it on the table.

“Are you awake now?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head to one side.

“Never. Why?” Yoongi said, fidgeting. He probably wanted a cigarette.

“When did you make Jin-hyung your manager?”

Yoongi looked back at him with a small smile. “I was wondering when he would tell you. We only talked about it yesterday. Why, are you jealous?”

Taehyung laughed. “No, you ass. I’m curious. He told me today when I went to talk to him.”

“What did you two talk about?”

Taehyung sobered. “I actually wanted to talk to both of you about that.” He said quietly. “But Kookie’s in class so it’ll have to be later.” At this, he pulled out his phone.

12:42 pm Me: What time is your last class?
12:43 pm My Kookie <3: N o w, I wanna l e a v e. TT TT

Taehyung laughed at this. “He really doesn’t wanna be in class right now.”

Yoongi smirked. “Unless it’s dance, he never wants to be in class.”

12:45 pm Me: Stay in class, you delinquent.
12:46 pm Me: Have dinner with us tonight. I wanna talk to you both.
12:47 pm My Kookie <3: What’s wrong? 0.0
12:47 pm My Kookie <3: Are you okay?
12:48 pm My Kookie <3: You’re not breaking up with me, are you? TT TT

Taehyung smirked.

12:49 pm Me: NO. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.
12:50 pm Me: I just need your opinion ok? Stop freaking out. Pay attention in class.
12:53 pm My Kookie <3: Fine -_- Just one more hour ^^

“Are you staying here tonight?” Yoongi said, looking at his own phone then back up at Taehyung.

“Yes…” Taehyung held up the thick envelopes that he’d been given. “I need you both to see this.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “What are those?” he said softly.

“Contracts,” Taehyung’s voice was strained. “Jin-hyung gave them to me before I got here.”

Yoongi studied his face for a moment then reached over and took his hand, wrapping his fingers in the younger’s. Taehyung exhaled, relaxing at the contact, even though he’d had no idea he’d been tensed. “You look like you need a break. You wanna see what I’ve been working on?” Taehyung nodded automatically, throwing the contracts on the couch behind him and instantly feeling a million times lighter. He followed Yoongi into the studio.

The restaurant wasn’t too crowded, so they had a modicum of privacy.

Taehyung sipped his drink and looked across the booth at the two men within it. Both of them looked at him expectantly. The contracts were on the seat beside him and seemed to weigh a ton. He was trying his best to ignore them while their food was placed before them. It didn’t work. For every moment that he ignored the contracts, they seemed to get bigger and bigger in his vision. He looked at the inoffensive envelopes sidelong then faced them completely, staring so hard that he may have burned a hole in them.

“Tae.” He turned his attention to Yoongi’s features. “What’s going on?” the elder asked, shoving a forkful of pasta in his mouth.

“Jin-hyung wants me to be signed.” Taehyung breathed.

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot into his hair. “Wait…really? You totally should!” The younger exclaimed, his fork hitting his ceramic plate indelicately. His eyes were bright with excitement.

“I don’t want to.” Taehyung said softly. Yoongi paused mid-bite and looked at the younger. Jungkook’s smile fell and was replaced by a look of distress. “Do you know how many times I could have been signed? Do you know how many companies have reached out to me, trying to work with me – even in the past few days?” Neither of them said anything. “I hate the idea of being in a company that will try and control who I am, and what I do, who I love, poke and prod at my lyrics.” He swallowed. “I’m already able to support myself completely on my performances. I don’t necessarily need to sign with an agency to do a tour.”

Jungkook coughed on his pasta and looked up at Taehyung in something akin to alarm. “Tour?” He yelped, drawing the attention of the couple to the left of them. “When the fuck were you going to tell us that you’re going on tour? How long are you even going to be gone?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Relax, Kookie. I’m not going on tour yet. Jin-hyung gave me these hoping that I would sign them or…‘give it some thought’ like he said earlier.” He sighed. “I really hate the idea of being signed. I have no idea what to do.”

“Why are you bringing up a tour, Tae? You’ve never wanted to tour before.” Yoongi’s deep voice was steady and anchored Taehyung.

He looked up at the elder and swallowed. “It never occurred to me.” He said honestly, shrugging. “It wasn’t even something I thought of…but…” He took another sip of his cocktail and looked at them both, Yoongi with his hands steepled in front of him and Jungkook with his fork in his mouth and wide eyes. “That performance…the last one I did before Daegu, it garnered a lot of attention. I mean, a lot of attention.” He pulled out his phone and pulled up the video in YouTube then slid his phone across the table to his boyfriends (his heart thrilled a little at the word).

Both looked down at the screen curiously. Yoongi looked up first, his gaze warm and filled with affection. “I saw this video. Kookie showed me. I never told you how much I like your new work.”

Taehyung smiled and looked down at his untouched plate. “Thank you,” he said quietly. He looked up again, his face finally cooling. “Look at the views.”

They both looked. Then, almost at the same time, both of them looked up at Taehyung. “11 fucking million?” Yoongi exclaimed, bemused. “What the fuck, Tae?”

Taehyung shrugged at the pair’s incredulous stares. “I have no idea. I have literally no fucking clue.”

“It was a pretty powerful performance, hyung.” Jungkook said quietly, shoveling a forkful of pasta into his mouth and looking up at Taehyung. Taehyung felt his face heat again with the memory of the performance and of telling Jungkook everything about him.

“I don’t know what it is that people like about it but now people all the way in Busan have tracked Jin-hyung down and are trying to figure out when I’m doing a show there. The performance has crossed international waters. People are commenting in different languages trying to figure out who I am. It’s…weird.” Taehyung shifted and shoved his food around on his plate without eating. His stomach was tied in knots.

“But…hyung…isn’t this a good thing?” Jungkook said slowly, tilting his head to the side.

“It can be.” Taehyung agreed. “But, going on tour? Kookie, that’s gonna take a lot of money that I just don’t have. I make enough to live on. That’s it.”

“So, this all comes down to an issue of money.” Yoongi said quietly.

Taehyung nodded solemnly. “I don’t know what to do.”

There was silence and Taehyung took his first bite of his food. It held no actual appeal for him; he hadn’t been hungry since Jin had dropped him off at Yoongi’s place. “What do the contracts say?” Jungkook’s voice was soft. “That’s what they are, right? Those big envelopes?”

The elder nodded. “I haven’t looked at them yet. Jin-hyung said that they were companies that I would probably be willing to work with. They apparently aren’t as…controlling as the other agencies that want to sign me.”

“Why haven’t you signed before this?” Jungkook asked.

“I was controlled for the majority of my life. Told what to do, how to do it, when to do it, and punished horribly if I failed – which I almost always did. I have no interest in letting some fucking company take advantage of me like that. I have no interest in being some CEO’s property. That’s bullshit.” Taehyung’s words were soft, but spoken vehemently. He sighed and hefted the heavy envelopes on the table, sliding them over to Yoongi and Jungkook.

Yoongi opened the first envelope and began poring over the contract within. Jungkook ignored them completely and reached for Taehyung’s hand. “Hyung…if these agencies are willing to work with you as you are…can they really be all that bad?” His question was gentle. Taehyung swallowed and said nothing, only watched Yoongi reading through the contract with unbelievable speed. Could he really read legalese that simply?

After a few more minutes, Yoongi looked up at Taehyung and said, “This is a good deal. Really, it is.” Taehyung blinked, furrowing his brow. “If the other contracts follow this model, you’re going to have a tough time rejecting them. Your manager did good.” He sounded impressed.

Taehyung sighed and tightened his fingers in Jungkook’s, feeling irritated. “How much of my soul do they get?” He asked flatly, his expression apathetic.

“Very little. By comparison to the big three? You’ve got a golden opportunity here, Tae. Honestly you do.” Yoongi said again.

Jungkook looked between the two of them hesitantly then asked, “Hyung, do you even want to tour?” Taehyung shrugged, annoyed. “Don’t do that…tell me what you’re thinking.” The younger admonished him.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes then looked up at the two again. “Fine. The idea of going on tour, of selling out all these arenas and shit, that sounds awesome. But, at what cost? Nothing comes for free. These companies aren’t going to support me just because they think I’m cute.”

“You are, by the way.” Jungkook said smoothly.

Taehyung couldn’t help it; he grinned. “The point,” he continued. “Is that I don’t want to lose what makes me the artist that I am trying to appeal to some fucking company.”

“What’s more important to you?” Yoongi asked evenly. “Maintaining your current lifestyle without seeing anything different or taking a chance on making a bigger impact? You know you love performing. Wouldn’t a bigger stage just make you that much happier?”

Taehyung nodded in acquiescence. “Yes…but…”

“But what, Tae? Contracts aren’t forever. You know that.” Yoongi pressed.

“What if I’m not the same person after the contract is over?” Taehyung sounded whiny now and was beginning to irritate himself. The two were chipping away at his faulty logic and petulance.

“You won’t be the same person by the end of the contract term whether you sign it or not, hyung.” Jungkook said reasonably. “You aren’t even the same person now as you were a month ago – why would you remain the same for years on end?” Taehyung could think of nothing to say to this so he remained silent.

“Tae…you have a right to be protective over your music and your image. But, don’t be a fool.” Yoongi said softly, taking his other hand. “You know that this is something you want to do. You know that you want to tour, to meet your fans all over the country, now that you have them. This is your shot, baby. Take it.” The elder said emphatically.

Taehyung tightened his fingers in both of theirs then sighed heavily. “You’re both right. I’m just…I don’t want to lose myself to some company, okay?”

“You won’t.” Jungkook said simply. “We won’t let you. And you won’t either.”

“Now eat your food. I bet you haven’t eaten all day.” Yoongi ordered.

Taehyung scrunched his nose but complied.

9:34 pm Me: I’ll sign.
9:36 pm Jin-hyung: Really???
9:36 pm Me: But I want to talk to them before I sign anything
9:37 pm Jin-hyung: Obviously
9:38 pm Me: And I want you to stay with me…ok?
9:40 pm Jin-hyung: Every step of the way, Taehyungie <3

The office was large and intimidating, despite the company itself not being that big yet. Taehyung was going to be one of their first artists. They must have pretty good benefactors.

The meeting room was equally intimidating and the negotiations were worse. That Taehyung was able to keep up a calm and almost smug air during the meeting was a miracle because his stomach was in a giant knot and he really wanted to go home the entire time he was there. Maybe he should try his hand at being an actor too. By the time the meeting was over, Taehyung was signed – exhausted, but signed.

“I’ll buy you lunch. Come on.” Jin said after they’d left the building. The elder had an odd expression on his face, kind of misty and clouded so Taehyung didn’t argue. Plus, free food. He stretched and got into the elder’s car. Jin’s expression was still cloudy and inscrutable while he was cooking the meat on the small grill at the barbeque place.

The silence became oppressive and Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore. As the elder was piling food on his plate, Taehyung asked, “What is it that has you upset?”

“I’m not upset,” Jin said softly, finally looking up at Taehyung. “The complete opposite actually.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “I just keep thinking about when you first came to Seoul…that night in the bar when I met you.”

Taehyung swallowed, bewildered. He hadn’t been expecting that at all. The elder watched his reaction to this. “Hyung…” Taehyung said, somewhat embarrassed.

“You were so scrawny and scared, Tae. You were such a small kid, do you know that? I wondered constantly if you were eating enough, if you were even able to eat.” He took a shaky breath and put his food on his plate then laced his fingers together in a small fist on the table while it cooled. “I have spent so much of my time worrying about you, Kim Taehyung. So much of it. Worrying over whether or not you were eating well, or if you could sleep, if you were able to survive on your own. I worried that you would be willing to throw this away for your own pride or fear.”

Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck and swallowed.

“But…my tiny little street rat has grown up.” Jin’s voice wavered dangerously and he went silent for a moment, gathering himself. “I don’t think you know how proud I am of you, Taehyungie. Or how happy I am to call you a friend. The way you handled yourself in that meeting…it was like you didn’t even need me anymore.”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “No, hyung, stop. What the fuck.” Jin looked up at Taehyung, his eyes glassy. “I’m not going to suddenly stop needing you because I got signed by them, okay? Why the hell do you think I fought so hard for you to be my manager? I can’t do this without you…” Taehyung’s throat felt thick and he looked down at his plate, taking a hefty bite so that he wouldn’t have to talk anymore. Swallowing the food was difficult (even though it was delicious). They ate in silence for a few minutes, both of them trying to get a handle on themselves. Finally, Taehyung quietly said, “Thank you, Jin-hyung.”

Jin raised an eyebrow, looking at the younger over his wine glass.

“If it weren’t for you being…well, you, I wouldn’t be able to do this now. So, stick close to me, okay? I’m always going to need you. You’re the only family I have.” He looked up at the elder now. Jin looked like he was going to cry and Taehyung quickly looked away. “Now, let’s stop talking about this before we cause a scene. As a newly signed artist, that’s the last thing I want to do.”

Jin wiped his face quickly, catching any shed tears, gave him a watery grin and went for another mouthful. As he swallowed, he said, “Hey, Taehyungie. How do you make holy water?”

Taehyung blinked at the elder and thought on this for a moment then shrugged. “I dunno, how?”

“You boil the hell out of it!” The elder cackled, slapping the table.

Taehyung made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Oh my god, can you be anymore corny? You’re so weird.” But he laughed with the elder anyway and felt the truth of his own words. Somewhere between nearly dying at 17 and being signed, without him even noticing it, he’d created a family for himself. And Jin was as essential as Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook - for different reasons, of course, but still equally important ones.

As he listened to the elder’s laughter, Taehyung, for the first time in his life, felt okay.

The past few weeks had been filled with practices, intense working sessions with Yoongi, and a lot more attention than he was used to. He’d officially been assigned bodyguards and couldn’t show his full face anymore because he had to hide from people who seemed to be looking for him.

He hadn’t gotten total immunity from the normal idol shit like being on music and variety shows and being in CFs for everything from perfume to fried chicken. He had initially been irritated and disinterested in seeing his face on billboards. Now, even though he was still disinterested in being on billboards, it also made him almost proud.

The past few hectic, exhausting weeks seemed to finally be catching up with him as he stepped out of the cab and walked towards the college’s art building with a wide yawn that was hidden beneath his mask. He saw Yoongi at the entrance and was almost certain that there would be people with cameras in odd places so he refused to do what he wanted – that is, to run to him and press him against the wall, stealing the elder’s breath with a kiss and losing his own all at once. He met the elder at the entrance. Yoongi’s face was also covered with a black mask, his countenance hidden and his newly bright red hair stuffed into a snapback. Yoongi hadn’t signed with an agency yet, but his fame in the underground scene was rapidly becoming mainstream regardless so he kept himself hidden and inconspicuous. This didn’t stop Taehyung from noticing the way Yoongi's eyes crinkled in a smile as he fell in step beside the younger.

As they got closer to the auditorium, the number of people around them increased. Everyone was trying to see the spring showcase. Taehyung used the congestion as an excuse to slip his hand into Yoongi’s. He didn’t have to look back to know that the elder smirked. Inside, they went upstairs instead of straight to get to the small area backstage. A short girl was standing in front of the door. Taehyung released the elder and headed for the girl.

“I’m sorry, only the dancers and staff are allowed back here.” She said, looking at him appreciatively and seeming sorrier than was really necessary.

Taehyung smirked. “We’re here for one of the dancers. His name is Jeon Jungkook.”

The girl flushed slightly. “I’m sorry, but –”

The door she was standing in front of opened just then and Jungkook popped his head out. Taehyung raised his eyebrows and beside him, Yoongi put his phone back in his pocket. Jungkook’s panicked face melted into relief when he saw them. “Oh, thank god. I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here.” Jungkook said in a rush, opening the door wider and gesturing that they should come inside. Taehyung gave the girl a wink and she went completely red. “She’s probably in love with you now, hyung.” Jungkook snickered when they’d closed the door. Taehyung's smirk widened into a boxy smile.

The area backstage was in chaos. People were running about in various states of dress and makeup. One person was standing beside a clothing rack, looking completely shell-shocked. His hair was still in curlers and he had on eyeliner and unblended concealer. But, being a performer himself, Taehyung felt completely at home among the madness.

“You look like you’re going to be sick. Are you okay?” Yoongi’s deep voice brought his attention back to Jungkook. Now that the excitement from their arrival had worn off, Jungkook honestly looked like he was going to bolt back to the apartment and hide under the bed for the next few decades.

“I kinda want to throw up or like…I don’t know…move to Russia and change my name right now?” Jungkook’s voice was higher than usual and he was shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Jimin sidled up to them. “Hey, Taetae, I didn’t know you were here. Hey, Yoongi-hyung.” When Jungkook firmly grabbed Jimin’s ass, Jimin didn’t seem at all phased. “He does this whenever he’s nervous. It’s so weird.” Jimin said with a bright laugh. “You’ll be fine, Kookie, you’ve practiced more than anyone. Relax.” Jungkook said nothing and the color didn’t return to his face. Yoongi moved closer and pulled Jungkook down so his ear was at the elder’s lips and whispered something that had the younger flushing.

When Jungkook pulled away, he looked more relaxed and was visibly amused. “Okay, hyung. I got this.”

“You’re goddamn right you do.” Yoongi said fiercely.

The lights shifted and the MC started speaking outside the curtain. Panic touched Jungkook’s face for just the slightest moment before he looked at Taehyung and Yoongi. “I love you.” He said quietly. “Go. I have to get ready.”

Taehyung felt as though he’d just been set on fire as he linked his fingers with Yoongi’s again, just because he could, and kissed Jungkook’s forehead. “You got this, baby.” He murmured against Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook flushed slightly. Yoongi kissed Jungkook’s hand and the younger went completely red. The two walked from backstage to the auditorium and took seats in the back. “What did you say to him?” Taehyung whispered to Yoongi as the first dancer took the stage.

“I told him that I'll blow him after the showcase because I know that he'll do amazingly.” Yoongi whispered back.

Taehyung chuckled but said nothing, only watched the dancers take the stage one after the other until Jungkook came out and took his stance. As his boyfriend moved, captivating everyone in the audience and leaving him breathless, Taehyung felt that sweet thing take over his chest again. “He said that he loves us.” Taehyung said quietly in Yoongi’s ear.

The elder looked over at him for the briefest of moments, not wanting to miss Jungkook’s dance. “I know…I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either.”

“I love him too.”

“Me too.”

Yoongi put his hand on Taehyung’s leg as Jungkook leapt about the stage, translating Yoongi’s music into a beautiful dance. They both watched, spellbound. Taehyung felt his breath being taken at the younger’s movements. Jungkook was the most beautiful when he was dancing. Taehyung swallowed, feeling his throat close. “I love you too, you know.” He murmured to Yoongi as Jungkook left the stage.

Yoongi’s hand tightened reflexively on Taehyung’s knee and he smiled. “I know.”

***

They hadn’t moved in together…but it was only a matter of time. Jungkook was at the elder’s house more often than not. So much so that Hoseok spent the majority of his time at Jimin’s apartment. He knew that they wouldn’t be interrupted because Jungkook wouldn’t be there.

Jungkook spent so much time at Yoongi’s house that he’d become privy to the elder’s habits. He was privy to the fact that Yoongi hated being woken up before 2. That he was almost always sleeping if he wasn’t working. That he would wake up at ungodly hours when inspiration struck most often for him. That he would work himself into exhaustion to get a project finished. That he needed to be reminded to eat and to come out of his studio for more than just sex and sleep. That he needed to eat more than just lamb skewers if he wanted to be healthy. Yoongi was just so single minded when he was working.

A part of Jungkook (the majority of him) was in love with this part of Yoongi the most. The way that the elder could disappear into his work and emerge having created a masterpiece. Another part of him worried about the elder’s habits, worrying that eventually Yoongi would burn out and completely dissolve into inactivity and exhaustion. So, he tried to keep Yoongi balanced.

Jungkook was used to the elder coming to bed in the middle of the night and wrapping Jungkook in his arms as he settled into sleep. So, when he felt warm, soft lips at his throat, he felt like he was dreaming. It was really rare that Yoongi initiated sex when Jungkook was already asleep. When Dream Yoongi moved his hands over Jungkook’s stomach, Jungkook couldn’t help but react. He sighed slowly in his slumber, allowing himself to be pulled firmly into a warm chest, moving his head to allow the lips to take in the skin of his neck more completely. He exhaled slowly, allowing the arms around him to envelop him.

“Yoongi…” he said, his voice barely a whisper, the name just a breath on his lips.

Dream Yoongi moved then and Jungkook felt lips on his own and he instinctively kissed him back. But…wait…something was different. Yoongi didn’t taste like this…

He opened his eyes sleepily and looked into the wide, warm, melting brown eyes of Kim Taehyung. He gasped, still not fully able to process what he was seeing. Was this a dream too? Taehyung had been on tour for almost 2 months and hadn’t been scheduled to come back to Seoul until tomorrow. He wondered vaguely how detailed dreams could get. Would they be able to imitate perfectly the roiling adoration in the elder’s gaze? Jungkook’s eyes slid shut as the dream got closer and captured his lips again.

“Tae…” Jungkook whispered.

“Jungkookie.”

Okay, Jungkook definitely wasn’t dreaming.

Taehyung was actually here.

He opened his eyes again and reached up to touch the elder’s face, further solidifying in his mind that this wasn’t a dream. Taehyung’s eyes slid closed and he smiled, leaning into Jungkook’s touch. “Tae…what are you doing here?” Jungkook whispered. The elder leaned down and kissed him again, stealing Jungkook’s breath and leaving him flustered. “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.” He gasped.

“I wasn’t supposed to.” Taehyung acquiesced, stealing the younger’s lips again. “But, I wanted to come home. I wanted to see you.”

“Won’t your company be mad at you? Won’t you get in trouble?” Jungkook met his lips, instinctively rolling his hips against the elder, who was practically on top of him now.

“Probably.” Taehyung was smiling widely now. “I don’t give a shit.”

Jungkook lost himself in the feel of Taehyung’s lips, the way the elder’s lips moved against his, parting to inhale him, his tongue running across Taehyung’s bottom lip and the elder opening for him. Taehyung’s fingers running along Jungkook’s jaw elicited a small sound from the younger. He whimpered slightly and Taehyung bit his bottom lip, making him arch against the elder’s body.

“When did you get back?” Jungkook’s voice was hushed and breathless, his fingers finding purchase in Taehyung’s newly lilac hair. This was probably his favorite color on the elder.

“Just an hour ago. I got on the train as soon as I finished my performance. I wanted to come home, so I did.” Taehyung said between kisses, nipping at Jungkook’s collarbone and making the younger shiver and exhale in a rush.

Jungkook said nothing to this, only kissed him again. Taehyung’s tongue met his and he sighed into the embrace, pulling the elder impossibly closer. He whispered Taehyung’s name when the elder moved his lips to the column of Jungkook’s throat.

“Where is he?” Taehyung asked after a moment.

“You know him; he’s in his studio.” Jungkook murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around Taehyung’s neck.

“Do you think that we can make him come out here?” Taehyung whispered, grazing the younger’s neck with his teeth and making him whimper. Jungkook nodded slowly, unable to fully focus on the elder’s words. “Let’s try.” The elder said against his lips.

Taehyung kissed him in earnest then, shifting so that Jungkook’s bare torso was exposed to the cool air. Large, warm hands roved over the heated skin of Jungkook’s chest, his ribs, his abs. Jungkook rolled his hips against the elder, needing the contact. Taehyung gripped Jungkook’s waist harshly, holding the younger tight against him and making him moan. Finally, the elder’s hands moved down. He palmed the younger’s length and Jungkook whimpered, not thinking enough to be quiet. Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the fabric of his briefs and touched Jungkook, who threw his head further back into the pillows, whispering Taehyung’s name. “I missed you,” he panted, feeling as though this was essential to say to the elder. Taehyung’s hand slowed on his leaking length.

“I missed you too, baby. So much.” Taehyung murmured, burying his face in Jungkook’s neck and biting the sensitive pulse point there. Jungkook cried out, grinding against the elder’s hand, seeking friction.

“Kookie?” The deep, rumbling voice didn’t belong to either of them. Jungkook knew this but he couldn’t register is just now, not when Taehyung’s hands were stripping them both of their clothes and his mouth was so close to Jungkook’s leaking length and now his tongue was on the younger’s shaft and….

Jungkook gasped, groaning when he felt Taehyung’s tongue running across the slit. “Ah…fuck, Tae, oh my god.”

“Kookie?” The voice came again. The lights in the studio turned off and the entire apartment was plunged into darkness, a fact which Jungkook registered in some dusty, unoccupied corner of his brain. Overwhelmingly, though, he was focused on Taehyung’s lips on his weeping cock, Taehyung’s lips on his own, Taehyung’s large hands over his length, pulling him closer and closer to climax. “Jungkook, what are you…Taehyung…”

Taehyung’s lips left his and Jungkook stared up at him longingly before finally registering that they were no longer alone and looking at Yoongi. Jungkook’s moaning had brought the eldest out of his studio. He swallowed and reached for Yoongi, pulling him onto the bed. Yoongi complied, lacing his fingers with Jungkook’s and settling on the younger’s lap, unconsciously grinding against him. Jungkook gasped, holding fast to Yoongi’s waist with his hands and making the elder shiver.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung cradled Yoongi’s face with his hands and kissed him. Something in Jungkook’s stomach curled in heat and desire. His hands unconsciously tightened on Yoongi’s waist. Jungkook’s mouth was dry, watching the two. There was something incredibly arousing about watching the two of them. When Taehyung’s tongue met the elder’s, Jungkook could feel Yoongi’s fingers clench, leaving scratches on Jungkook’s chest and he hissed.

“When did you get back? I thought you were coming home tomorrow.” Yoongi breathed as Taehyung moved his lips to the elder’s neck, marking the skin there.

“I wanted to see you sooner so I came home tonight instead.” Taehyung said again, hitting a particularly sensitive point of the elder’s throat and making his hips buck, grinding against Jungkook and making the younger swallow hard.

“Tae,” Jungkook said, looking up at the them. Taehyung looked down at him with eyes so clouded with lust that Jungkook felt his dick throb. He tightened his hands on Yoongi’s waist then quickly rolled over so that the elder was between his body and Taehyung’s.

Yoongi looked slightly bewildered at the sudden change of his position. Taehyung met Jungkook’s gaze. They both smirked and simultaneously descended on the elder. Jungkook lost himself in the action of caressing Yoongi’s skin, kissing Yoongi’s lips, carding his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. He reveled in the way the elder arched against him, in the way Taehyung grasped his hand as they passed over Yoongi’s moonlight-pale skin. He could feel the way Yoongi trembled beneath him and covered the elder’s lips with his own, swallowing Yoongi’s moans. Yoongi tensed then cried out against Jungkook’s lips.

He looked down at the elder, across his body, and saw that Taehyung had stripped Yoongi completely bare in the time Jungkook had been otherwise focused and was now licking up the elder’s length. The younger was fascinated by this for a moment, at the sight of Taehyung making Yoongi squirm. He swallowed hard, his mouth watering. There was something hypnotizing about the way Taehyung moved against the elder. He wondered vaguely what he looked like with Taehyung’s dick in his throat. Yoongi whined and reached for him. Jungkook obliged, tearing his eyes away from Taehyung and once again capturing the elder’s lips with his own.

“Kookie…” Yoongi’s voice was harsh and wavering. “You should have told me he’d come.”

“You should just be more observant, baby.” Jungkook snickered, biting Yoongi’s bottom lip and earning a whimper for his efforts. The elder looked at him both in derision due to his response and in desperation due to Taehyung’s ministrations. It was an interesting combination and Jungkook smiled.

“I want…” Yoongi panted, his brow furrowed and his breathing rapid. “Fuck, Tae…Kookie…I’m gonna…shit.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and said, amused, “You’re gonna what?”

Yoongi bit his lip in response, seeming too far gone to answer. He moaned Jungkook’s name, trying to answer and got a bite from Taehyung on his thigh that immediately sent him into paroxysms of pleasure as his orgasm surged through him. Jungkook kissed him again, which the elder seemed to greatly need if the way his fingers tightened in Jungkook’s hair was any indication.

Taehyung moved so that his lips could rest on Yoongi’s throat. “Baby?” he whispered into Yoongi’s ear, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “I want you to suck him.” He said in that same sweet, soft voice. The words had lightning shooting up Jungkook’s spine.

Yoongi hurriedly got up and bent low over Jungkook, who watched him with wide and searching eyes, the sudden change making him dizzy. When Yoongi’s tongue lapped at Jungkook’s slit, he threw his head back into the pillows again and his breath caught. “On your knees,” he heard Taehyung murmur and Jungkook would have complied himself if it weren’t for his inability to focus for longer than a few seconds and the fact that the elder obviously wasn’t talking to him.

Taehyung opened the nightstand and found what he was looking for. Yoongi moaned around him, making Jungkook buck into his mouth and stealing his breath, his face flushed. Jungkook forced himself to pay attention to what Taehyung was doing. Taehyung’s expression was clouded with desire and fascination as one lube-slicked finger slowly went in and out of Yoongi.

Taehyung looked completely taken over, utterly captivated.

The moans that he earned from Yoongi left Jungkook panting as the elder moved over Jungkook’s aching length. The younger bucked into Yoongi’s mouth then put his hands in the elder’s hair, gently pushing him down lower as he thrusted up. He felt, rather than heard, Yoongi moan around him as Taehyung fingered him slowly open. The vibrations from the sound made Jungkook thrust more roughly, hitting the back of the elder’s throat and making Yoongi’s nails dig roughly into his hips, leaving red crescents on Jungkook’s skin.

When Taehyung moved his fingers, Yoongi whined and Jungkook hit the back of his throat again. When Taehyung slid into Yoongi, all three of them groaned and Yoongi couldn’t fully focus on sucking Jungkook, so the younger fucked his mouth instead. Yoongi’s moans were the sweetest symphony as he was pounded in two ways. Jungkook could feel himself getting close and he moaned Yoongi’s name. He opened his eyes and looked at his lovers. Yoongi’s face was flushed with heat and arousal, his lips stretched over Jungkook, his hands clenched as pleasure rocked his compact frame. Taehyung’s bottom lip was between his teeth, his brow furrowed, and his eyes closed.

Yoongi’s legs began to tremble and Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, both of them knowing that the elder was close. He pulled out and Yoongi whined. “C’mere.” Taehyung murmured to Jungkook. The younger blinked and moved. Yoongi fell onto the bed in a heap, looking both spent and petulant.

“I want to try something,” Jungkook said quietly. Yoongi didn’t respond, still panting and whining lowly. Taehyung raised an eyebrow. Jungkook stood before the elder and kissed him. Taehyung moaned into Jungkook’s mouth as one of the younger’s thighs brushed against his swollen cock. Jungkook then turned and looked at Yoongi. “On your back, baby.” He said and Yoongi complied, looking at him with lust-blown eyes.

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung. “Inside.” He said then bent at the waist so his body hovered over Yoongi’s. He kissed the elder, licking into his mouth. He felt Taehyung’s fingers pressing at his entrance and he moaned into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi rutted against his stomach, chasing his own incomplete orgasm, and tightened his fingers in Jungkook’s hair.

Taehyung was slow as always, working him gently open, allowing Jungkook to acclimate to the stretch of one finger, then two, scissoring his fingers within the younger and stroking his prostate, making Jungkook’s dick jump and leak onto the sheets. Jungkook burrowed into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, gently pumping the elder’s length with a loose hand and making him whimper, biting at the pulse point on his throat and leaving another mark there. Jungkook whined when he felt a third finger curling within him, hitting his center and making him shiver.

When Taehyung pulled his fingers out, Jungkook straightened and looked back at him. “Don’t move.” He rasped. Taehyung looked thoroughly confused but did as he was told and stood completely still. Jungkook slid onto Taehyung’s cock and felt the elder gasp and grasp his hips with long fingers. Jungkook allowed himself to acclimate to this for a moment then pulled Yoongi closer and slid into his entrance, making Yoongi whimper.

None of them moved for a moment then Jungkook rolled his hips and pulled sounds from all three of them. Yoongi was watching him with wide, disbelieving eyes, his face getting more and more flushed as Jungkook got his bearings and moved. “Jungkookie…oh…fuck.” Yoongi was past coherency as Jungkook pumped into him. One of Taehyung’s hands found its way to Jungkook’s windpipe and he gently squeezed. Jungkook moaned his name, throwing his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder, moving his hips sinuously and digging his fingers into Yoongi’s shaking thighs.

Jungkook felt Yoongi clench around him and the elder came with a cry, a tear rolling from his eye onto the sheets as he spurted onto his own chest. Yoongi squirmed as Jungkook pulled out of him and he slowly crawled back up the bed, laying spread eagle and panting, body still twitching. Taehyung bent Jungkook down so his hands rested on the bed and immediately pounded into him, making the younger moan loudly into the sheets, his hands fisting the bedclothes. Long fingers gripped his hair and yanked his head back roughly, making his scalp tingle and Taehyung’s hand came round his throat again, squeezing enough to make Jungkook feel it. Taehyung thrust heavily into Jungkook’s center and the younger felt his vision go white and he came hard enough to make his knees buckle.

Taehyung released his throat and bit into the younger’s shoulder, muffling his own orgasm against Jungkook’s golden skin. The younger sank forward onto the bed, his sweat-sheened skin cooling. He didn’t know how long he laid there, listening to Yoongi’s breathing beside him. He heard the elder gasp slightly then but couldn’t register why he would. Then he felt large hands rolling him over onto his back and he groaned in complaint but complied. He felt a cool damp cloth cleaning him and he was sure that it was Taehyung. Once Taehyung had finished cleaning him, he reached up and pulled the elder’s lips down on his own. The elder smiled against his mouth. When Jungkook released him and opened his eyes, he felt his heartrate speed.

Taehyung was looking at him as though he was something infinitely precious. His face heated and he was grateful when the elder left the room again so that he could breathe. He pulled himself up onto the pillows beside Yoongi who immediately wrapped a long arm around Jungkook’s waist and pulled himself into the younger’s chest, the way he normally did, already looking as though he was asleep. Jungkook rested his head in the elder’s blond hair. Yoongi had grown tired of the red after a few months, letting it fade so much that it was nearly pink, then he’d actually dyed it pink and had finally gone completely blond a few weeks ago.

Jungkook felt the bed dip and another long arm coming across his waist, broad lips at his throat, kissing the skin there. Taehyung. He smiled into Yoongi’s hair, his stomach fluttering.

“That was easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Yoongi rumbled sleepily against his chest, not opening his eyes. “I didn’t know that you could do that.”

Jungkook smiled again, his face going vaguely pink. “Me either.” He admitted.

“I love you.” Taehyung said into the skin of his neck, lacing his fingers with Yoongi’s and resting their twined hands on Jungkook’s waist. “Both of you.”

Jungkook settled more comfortably against the warm skin of Taehyung’s chest, feeling drowsiness overtaking him as he listened to Yoongi’s even breathing.

Jungkook felt as though he was being warmed from within. Despite all the bullshit, they were still here. They were together. And they were happy. He cracked an eye and looked at Yoongi, who was unconsciously moving closer to Jungkook in his sleep. He felt Taehyung adjusting his position so that his lips were more comfortably resting on Jungkook’s neck. He swallowed and smiled.

“Welcome home, Tae.”

Tomorrow, they would wake and Taehyung would sing in the shower while Jungkook made coffee. Jungkook would give them shit about him dropping out of college and they would roll their eyes and ignore him. Yoongi would be crabby as fuck until someone gave him some coffee and sent him to his studio. He would hear about Taehyung’s tour and Yoongi’s first full album. He would see the two of them in his practice room after class, Taehyung demanding he be taught Jungkook’s choreography and Yoongi looking vaguely confused by it all but supportive nonetheless. They would go home and order food because none of them could cook and he was almost certain that Taehyung would burn the house down if they tried. Jungkook and Taehyung would scream, curse, and rant their way through Overwatch and Yoongi would tell them both to shut the fuck up so he could actually work. They would laugh at him and take him on the bed, effectively abandoning their game in their effort to make Yoongi make a different kind of music.

They would be okay.

And after everything it took for them to get this far, that was more than enough.