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For the past year, Namjoon had woken up most mornings with a warm, sturdy body in his arms. His boyfriend, Jin, fit perfectly in his arms and against his frame. Sometimes he'd wake up to Jin grinding his ass back against him and on a few rare occasions he'd opened his eyes to find Jin riding him. Those were the good mornings.
The best mornings were the times that Namjoon found someone else had joined them. Most of the time it was Yoongi. Now that Namjoon and Jin, former roommates, had moved into the same bedroom, Yoongi had moved into the spare bedroom. So that meant waking up sometimes with Yoongi either nestled between them, or clinging to one of their backs. Namjoon was happy no matter how he woke up because he rarely if ever woke up alone.
Namjoon knew he was lucky. He had six boyfriends who he loved, was finally graduating, and ready to start an important new chapter in his life. And he had a porn video to thank for it. He didn't like calling it a porn video, because it wasn't. Sure, it was his six boyfriends fucking each other in various positions, but it was art! It was based on the teachings of the kama sutra and it had a lot more than just sex. His professors had even said it was a good representation and was more sensual than porn.
But even he had to agree it was kind of porn.
But anyway, most days he didn't think about how he wouldn't be in this position if it hadn't been for that video. Most days he'd wake up, get fucked, and go on with his day. It was good, life was good, and even if he didn't see every one of his boyfriends every single day he didn't feel in any way neglected or unloved. He was happy.
But this particular day started out odd and it didn't bode well for the rest of his day. When he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was his arms were wrapped around Jin's pillow, and Jin was n't there. Jin's side of the bed was cold, and Namjoon didn't remember Jin coming to bed the night before.
The next odd thing was the slight dip in the bed behind him and when Namjoon turned to see it wasn't Yoongi like usual, but Jimin, he was a little confused.
"Hey baby," Namjoon mumbled, turning over to lay on his back so Jimin could plaster himself against Namjoon's side.
"Hey, sorry, did I wake you?" Jimin whispered, nuzzling into Namjoon's neck. "Go back to sleep."
"Hard to sleep when I've got you in my bed," Namjoon hummed, pressing his lips to Jimin's forehead. "What are you doing here?"
"Cuddling you," Jimin said in a nonanswer, his fingers tickling at Namjoon's bare chest. "Jin and Yoongi are busy, so I came to make sure you weren't lonely."
"How generous of you," Namjoon smirked, groaning as Jimin's fingers were sliding down his belly. "But you didn't come all the way here just to cuddle me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Jimin said, closing his eyes and sighing loudly.
Jimin wasn't great at lying, and Namjoon could see he was sad about something by his pout and his sad eyes. Jimin wore his feelings proudly, and usually that wasn't a big deal. But no one liked seeing Jimin sad, especially Namjoon.
"I know there's something wrong, so why don't you just tell me what it is," Namjoon said, petting a hand through Jimin's hair. He'd bleached it recently, and Namjoon always thought Jimin looked good as a blond.
"Hoseok has been spending the night with Jungkook and Taehyung the past few nights," Jimin said quietly. "I've been home alone and bored because no one's paying attention to me."
"Why don't you go with him?" Namjoon asked. "I don't think you need to wait to be invited to your own boyfriends' place."
"I don't feel welcome," Jimin whispered so quietly Namjoon almost didn't hear it.
That made Namjon pull back to look at Jimin in concern. "Why don't you feel welcome? Is there a problem?"
Jimin curled in on himself a little more. "I don't think Jungkook likes me. I think he just puts up with me because of Taehyung and everyone else."
As much as Namjoon wanted to argue and reassure Jimin that wasn't the case, that wasn't something he could do. He didn't know Jungkook's feelings. He was sure Jungkook loved Jimin, everyone loved Jimin. You couldn't know him and not love him. But Namjoon tried to think of any time he'd seen or heard of Jungkook and Jimin spending time alone together. And he couldn't.
"Have you brought this up to anyone else?" Namjoon asked finally. "Taehyung or Hoseok?"
"Hoseok thinks I'm wrong, and Taehyung… said he was going to talk to Jungkook," Jimin said. "That's why I won't go over there."
"Maybe you should talk to Jungkook directly," Namjoon said. "This doesn't work if we don't all communicate."
"But if I talk to him, and he tells me he doesn't want to be in a relationship with me?" Jimin lifted his head, looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. "I'll ruin everything."
"No, baby, you won't ruin anything," Namjoon shook his head. Lifting a hand, he cupped Jimin's cheek and drew him down for a kiss. "We'll figure it out, okay? We'll fix it."
"Promise?" Jimin whispered against his lips and crawled over to straddle his hips. "I love him so much and I hate thinking that he doesn't feel the same."
"I promise, we'll figure it out," Namjoon said, groaning and nipping at Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin leaned in more, licking into Namjoon's mouth. His insecurity about his place in their relationship feeding into his desire. Namjoon knew Jimin needed lots of affection, and sometimes he needed more one-on-one time than others did. Namjoon didn't mind.
Jimin liked being the center of attention, and Namjoon had no problem giving Jimin his undivided attention. And he also didn't mind how enthusiastic Jimin could be. Like now, Jimin was scooting himself down slowly and dragging his teeth down Namjoon's skin. Namjoon always found it interesting and a little arousing that even with how small and compact Jimin was, he was so strong. He could easily keep Namjoon pinned down and not let him move or do what he wanted.
Not that Namjoon would deter Jimin from his goal of getting down to Namjoon's dick, because Jimin giving head was always an experience. The things he could do with his lips and his tongue could get him from half hard to throbbing in a few seconds. Jimin took his time, using his tongue to pay special attention to the most sensitive parts. He'd use the tip of his tongue to massage at the underneath of his head. He'd use the flat wide part of his tongue to lick up from base to tip. He'd hook his lips around the head and suckle.
Namjoon looked down at Jimin, meeting his half lidded eyes and groaned as Jimin lowered his mouth down. Jimin's lips rivaled Jin's for being the most plush, and felt the best around his dick. He would never compare, but if he had to pick one person to get head from for the rest of his life, he didn't know how he could choose between Jimin and Jin.
Good thing he didn't have to choose.
Namjoon wasn't someone who liked to just sit back and let someone else do all the work, and he motioned for Jimin to turn around. Jimin complied enthusiastically. Not even taking his mouth off of Namjoon, he swung his legs around to straddle Namjoon's chest. It gave Namjoon the perfect view of Jimin's thighs and ass, his hard dick hanging between his legs. Namjoon groaned, sliding his hands up the back of Jimin's thighs, squeezing the flesh.
"You're so pretty," Namjoon said, smacking the curve of Jimin's ass. "I'm so lucky I get to see this. That I get you. Fuck you're so pretty. Such a pretty little tight hole."
Jimin keened, his ass rising slightly as his back arched. Namjoon spread Jimin's cheeks open with one hand and rubbed around the rim of his hole with two fingers. Jimin was already trembling, so eager and anticipating what Namjoon is going to do to him.
Namjoon slapped Jimin's ass again before reaching over to the side table to grab the lube. Squeezing out a bit onto his fingers, he tossed it to the side to go back to Jimin's ass. He loved this, watching Jimin fall apart on his fingers. How his body would shudder, how he'd groan and the vibrations would go straight to Namjoon's dick. Jimin took Namjoon's fingers easily, Namjoon starting with two and pumping them in and out at a slow drag. He didn't want to distract Jimin too much from what he was doing, but he wanted Jimin to come.
"Joon," Jimin whimpered, letting go of his dick to press his forehead into Namjoon's thigh.
"Keep sucking me off, Jimin," Namjoon said, hooking his finger to press hard into Jimin's prostate. He smirked at Jimin's shout and how he clenched around Namjoon's finger. "I mean it. I'll edge you for hours if you don't keep going."
"No, no, please," Jimin gasped, getting back up to his elbows and resuming. Namjoon wasn't mean, and he wouldn't prolong Jimin's release for very long since they hadn't talked about it. Just the threat of holding off was all Jimin needed to keep going.
But Namjoon also knew that Jimin liked his prostate to be played with. He liked when those with long fingers would rub against the gland, milking it until he was coming in oozy dribbles. As much as Namjoon liked when Jimin would orgasm while being fucked, he also really liked being able to get Jimin off just by his fingers. He liked when Jimin shuddered, clenching around him and losing whatever strength he had in his limbs. Jimin was still trying to suck on Namjoon's dick, but it wasn't as enthusiastic as it had been and he was crying out with each push of Namjoon's finger.
That was okay, Namjoon wanted Jimin to get off, so he vigorously rubbed his finger into Jimin's hole, just at that spot that was making Jimin fall apart. When Jimin came, it was with a low, drawn out whimper. Jimin didn't have the strength to keep himself up so Namjoon slowly rolled Jimin over once he was done. He could see tears in Jimin's eyes when he looked down at him. Jimin's lips were red and puffy, and Namjoon thought about holding him down and fucking his face, but Jimin looked out of it.
"So good for me baby," Namjoon soothed, rubbing Jimin's thigh with one hand as he sat up on his knees. Jimin preened, smiling weakly and closing his eyes. "So beautiful, and so good. I love you so much baby," he said, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it slowly. He was so close already, he just needed a few hard strokes and he was coming on Jimin's thigh. "Thank you baby, for being so good for me."
Jimin hummed, his hand rubbing up and down his chest slowly. Leaning down, Namjoon kissed him gently before getting up. He got them cleaned up, letting Jimin relax and doze a little. He climbed back into bed, happy to wrap his arms around Jimin's waist and nuzzle into his neck.
"Feel better?" Namjoon asked, dragging his bottom lip against Jimin's skin.
"So much better," Jimin hummed. "You always know just what I need."
"That's what a good boyfriend does," Namjoon said. "You gonna sleep?"
Jimin nodded, turning around to press his nose into Namjoon's chest. "Just for a little bit. If that's okay."
"Of course, I don't have to do anything today," Namjoon said. "I'll see about making us breakfast later."
"You mean heating up whatever Jin made," Jimin chuckled tiredly. "I know your tricks."
"I'll end up burning down the kitchen if I cook," Namjoon snorted, closing his eyes. "Go to sleep."
Namjoon woke up later to someone touching his face. He hummed happily and opened his eyes, surprised to see it was Jin and not Jimin. Jimin was buried under blankets up against his chest and Jin was seated on the other side of Jimin, leaning over to slowly wake him up by petting his cheek.
"You two have been sleeping all morning," Jin said with a small smile. "You wear him out good?"
"Guess so," Namjoon smiled, kissing his palm. "Where's Yoongi?"
"Making lunch," Jin said. "We tried to sleep but Jimin was being loud."
"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry," Namjoon chuckled. "He was really sad."
Jin's brow furrowed in worry and he switched to petting Jimin's hair. "Why was he sad? What's going on?"
"Something between him and Jungkook," Namjoon said. "They'll work it out. What about you? You okay?"
"I'm fine," Jin said. "Yoongi's not. That's why I was with him last night. He won't tell me what's going on, but he just seems really down about something."
"He's like a cat, he won't show if he's sick or hurting," Namjoon said. "Should we be worried?"
"I don't know, he's been kind of withdrawn lately," Jin sighed. "Maybe you should talk to him. You're his best friend. He'll talk to you."
Namjoon knew Yoongi better than anyone, and he knew how to get him to talk. He couldn't understand why Yoongi wouldn't talk to anyone about his problems, but Yoongi had always been a private person.
"I'll try," Namjoon said, looking down because Jimin was stirring against his chest. "Maybe we need to have a sit down with everyone. It's been a while since we've had time for a group date."
"That's true, I'll see what everyone's schedules are-"
"Namjoon!"
Sitting up, Namjoon looked wide eyed at Jin and then at the bedroom door when he heard Taehyung's voice. "When did Tae get here?"
"I don't know, must have just got here," Jin said, sliding off the bed.
"Namjoon!" Taehyung's voice got closer, and his bedroom door was flung open. "Joon, Namjoon," he kept repeating, climbing up on the bed and shoving his phone into Namjoon's face.
"What? What's wrong?" Namjoon asked, blinking at the screen and pulling back so he could see it properly. What he saw confused him. It was his video. It was the scene with Taehyung and Hoseok. "Why are you- How did you get a copy of this?"
"I didn't, it was on my favorite porn site!" Taehyung said. "Someone uploaded the full video!"
Namjoon paled, taking the phone from Taehyung and tapping at it. Sure enough, the video was playing on a porn site. It was titled Gay Kama Sutra. He tapped at a different point in the video and it was Jin sucking Jungkook off. It was the full video. Someone had uploaded the full video. His video.
"Someone… did what now?" Jin asked, his voice very quiet. "Namjoon?"
"It wasn't me, I swear," Namjoon said, staring in disbelief. "I don't understand. The only copies are on my computer and my flash drive. I didn't even let the professors keep a full copy."
"Then… how?" Jin asked. "How did that video get uploaded?!"
"I don't know," Namjoon shook his head. "You have to believe me Jin, I don't know how this got here."
Jin got to his feet, and stormed out of the broom with Taehyung on his heels. Namjoon didn't know what to do. How had this happened? He'd have to contact the company to see about it getting taken down. But there was no telling where else the video had been uploaded. Or how many people had downloaded it. His boyfriends were now all over the internet and it was his fault.
Jin called everyone and soon everyone was sitting in the living room. Taehyung didn't look bothered even if he was the one who'd found it. Jungkook was fidgety and his eyes were nervous. Hoseok looked upset. Yoongi's face was impassive, but he always had a good poker face. Jimin looked… scared. That was an unusual look for him. Jin of course, was angry. He couldn't even sit he was so angry and pacing around.
"I have never been more embarassed, and mortified," Jin said, arms crossed. "Our privacy has been violated."
"The comments are very supportive," Taehyung said, looking at his phone still. "And everyone likes Jin. Like, really likes Jin."
"That's not helping, Tae," Yoongi said. "Jin's right, our privacy was violated. We have no idea who all will see this. We didn't agree to this."
"Well, what can we even do at this point?" Hoseok asked. "Can we get it taken down?"
"It absolutely needs to be taken down," Jin said. "That's the first thing that we do."
"And the second?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him. "This isn't the end of the world, Jin."
"I didn't say it was, I'm just upset that this was done without our consent," Jin said. "Whoever did this, I want them to know it was wrong."
Namjoon had his eye on Jimin the whole time. He increasingly looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. He was chewing at his thumb, a habit he'd picked up from Yoongi when he was nervous.
"Jimin," Namjoon said, leaning forward. "Be honest."
Jimin squirmed, looking at all the eyes that were on him now. He avoided looking at Jin and Namjoon didn't blame him. Jin looked like he was about to murder someone.
"I just thought it was so well done, and everyone looked so good," Jimin said quietly. "I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jin seethed. "Are you so selfish that you didn't even think about what other people want? How could you do this?"
"I'm sorry," Jimin whimpered. "I'm really sorry. I didn't think-"
"Obviously!" Jin exploded. "You never think! I cannot believe you. I am so, so angry at you right now, Jimin. I can't even look at you."
"Hey, don't yell at him," Hoseok said. "He messed up, but you don't have to be so mean."
"I'm angry, and I have every right to be angry," Jin snapped. "And I can't believe the rest of you aren't as angry."
"I'm angry, but there's no use yelling at him," Yoongi spoke up. "Calm down Jin."
"Don't tell me to calm down," Jin was getting red in the face. "Don't tell me not to be mad at him for fucking up. He did something selfish and inconsiderate and I am seriously reconsidering whether I even want to be in a relationship with him."
There were several gasps around the room, and Jimin looked close to tears. Namjoon could understand why Jin was angry, but he wasn't going to let anyone make rash decisions. Getting to his feet, he approached Jin slowly, gathering him in his arms. Jin struggled weakly but Namjoon knew Jin wanted the comfort.
"You don't mean that," Namjoon murmured in his ear. "Let's just take some time to cool down okay?"
Jin didn't say anything, just leaning into Namjoon's chest. Namjoon rubbed his hand slowly up and down Jin's back, just helping him to calm down. He looked at the others he could see, and all of them looked torn. What was the right way to feel about this? Agree with Jin that Jimin had done something inexcusable? Or forgive Jimin for his poor choice, and possibly lose Jin. There was going to be some hurt feelings, and probably some long conversations ahead. But he wasn't going to let anyone make rash decisions.
"Hey, the company sent us a message," Taehyung said. "They're like, super impressed by the work."
"This really isn't the time, Tae," Jungkook said, but he leaned over into Taehyung's shoulder to read the message. "No way."
"No way what?" Hoseok clambered over the couch to read it as well. "Uhh… Joon you should read this."
"Can we not do this? Please?" Jimin whispered. He was staring at his knees, curled up into a little ball and tears welling in his eyes.
"Right, we can do that tomorrow," Namjoon said. "Things are just too tense right now and I don't care what that message is unless it says they're going to take the video down. Two of our boyfriends are hurt and upset right now, that's what we should be focusing on."
Taehyung looked sheepish, turning off his phone and looked down. "Sorry, you're right."
"I think everyone should go home, and tomorrow we talk," Namjoon said.
Hoseok was the first to move, going to Jimin and holding out his hands. Sniffling a little, Jimin accepted the help to his feet and shuffled his way out of the room, stopping briefly to apologize to Jin before Hoseok led him out. Taehyung and Jungkook followed right after, saying quiet goodbyes until it was just Namjoon and Jin still in the middle of the room, and Yoongi on the couch.
"I'm really pissed off right now," Jin said, pushing Namjoon away. "I can't believe anyone would defend what he did."
"I don't think anyone's defending what he did," Yoongi said. "It wasn't right, but are you really going to break up with him?"
"Yes," Jin snapped, glaring at Yoongi. "You can't tell me I should be okay with he did, or forgive him. He violated my trust and my privacy. He never thinks of anyone but himself."
Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged looks, but neither of them seemed to know what to say. Jin was right. Jimin had made a mistake that was hurtful.
"I don't think he did it maliciously," Namjoon said. "Let's not make rash decisions. Let's get some food, go to bed, and then talk about it tomorrow."
"I'm not going to change my mind," Jin said, stalking out of the room. Namjoon knew better than to follow him, dropping himself on the couch next to Yoongi.
"Fuck," Namjoon said, rubbing at his face. "How did everything go to shit so quickly?"
Yoongi sighed heavily beside him, leaning into Namjoon's shoulder. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but things haven't been as great as you think. We've had problems."
"If I haven't noticed, it's because no one's talking about them," Namjoon said. "Jimin told me his issues with Jungkook, but doesn't want to talk to Jungkook about it. You have something going on, but won't tell anyone. Jin wants to break up with Jimin because Jimin did something without talking to us first."
"I don't think Jimin and Hoseok love me," Yoongi said. Namjoon sat up and looked at him with wide eyes. "It's true. I think Jimin just likes me for sex and Hoseok does whatever Jimin wants."
Yoongi's shoulders slumped. Had he really not noticed these big problems? Was he so focused on sex himself that he didn't see the strain between the others?
"Is this not working?" Namjoon asked. "All of us together."
Yoongi blew out a breath and pushed his bangs back out of his eyes. "I think it could be better. Maybe if we'd talked more it wouldn't have gotten to this point. This thing with Jimin just tipped the scales even more. Jin's really mad, and I don't think we should try to convince him not to be mad at Jimin for what he did."
"I never said we should try to convince him not to be mad, or forgive him," Namjoon said. "Just not to do anything rash."
"You want us to ignore problems to keep us together," Yoongi pointed out, and maybe he had a point. "I don't think any of us should break up, but I also don't think we should stay together if some of us aren't happy."
Namjoon knew he had a point, and that's what hurt the most. That despite his best efforts, this wouldn't work if someone wasn't happy. Right now, Jin was the most unhappy of them all. Namjoon would just have to wait and see what Jin's thoughts were.
It wasn't at all odd that Yoongi joined him and Jin in their bed that night. Jin was cradled between them and Namjoon tried to be a source of comfort for him.
"I'm still mad at him," Jin said as Yoongi was helping him relieve himself of his clothes. "But maybe you're right that I shouldn't make any rash decisions. We can talk about it tomorrow and maybe I'll be calmed down."
"We'll talk when you're ready to talk," Yoongi said, pressing his lips to Jin's shoulder. Jin's back arched slightly and Namjoon took him by the hip to press them together. His hand slipping down to squeeze jin's ass. "Can we make you feel good, baby?"
"Yeah," Jin breathed, reaching behind himself to pull Yoongi closer by the waist. "I want Yoongi to fuck me."
Namjoon wouldn't begrudge Jin anything, even if that meant Jin would rather Yoongi push him onto his knees and fuck him hard. Jin didn't let Namjoon touch him, and maybe that was his punishment for not agreeing with Jin completely. Namjoon was okay with that, watching as Yoongi fucked him.
Jin was loud, and demanding, and when he got going he was often hard to satisfy. Even if Yoongi had some of the best dick game in town, and ate Jin out, and jerked him off, he wasn't satisfied.
Namjoon grunted when Jin pushed him onto his back and sat down on his dick. "You don't move. You don't touch me, and you better not come before me," Jin said, lifting himself up and lowering himself down at his own pace. Namjoon knew better than to argue, just nodding and let Jin have his way. Namjoon was okay with it, because he loved Jin so much, he would never deny Jin anything.
"I love him, but I'm angry," Jin said in the morning when it was just the two of them. Yoongi had gone to make breakfast and that left Namjoon and Jin in bed.
"I know, and you have every right to be."
"Do I though? It was a porn," Jin said, pursing his lips. "I signed all the release forms. I knew other people were going to see it.. Strangers, people I'd never met. I knew the risk."
"It's different, and even I know that," Namjoon said, gently massaging Jin's back. "He should have talked to us first. I'm upset too, don't think I'm not."
"You just don't think it's worth breaking up over," Jin said. "You're right. I don't think it is either. I was very upset yesterday when I said that. I love him, a lot. I don't mind his selfishness, or his need to be the center of attention. I'm just hurt."
"I am too," Namjoon assured him. "You don't have to forgive him right away. You can take the time you need, we all will understand," Namjoon said. "And if in the end, you decide you just can't do it, I think we all will understand too."
"I don't want it to come to that," Jin said, his hold tightening on Namjoon. "I don't want to lose a single one of you."
"That's good to hear," Namjoon said, sighing a little in relief as he kissed Jin's temple.
"Namjoon?" there was a knock at the door. Taehyung.
"At least he knocked today," Namjoon sighed. "Yeah Tae?"
Taehyung cracked open the door, peering in before sliding in and closing the door.
"I really think you should look at this message," Taehyung said. "I know, I know, you wanted to wait until Jin wasn't mad but I really-"
"Okay, okay, fine," Namjoon sighed, holding out his hand. Taehyung placed the phone in his hand and Namjoon pulled it down to look at the message.
It was from the porn site itself, an official blue check mark next to it's name. He read over the contents, blinking in confusion and then read it again.
"They want… to what? Competition?" Namjoon said aloud.
"A full day, sex maration," Taehyung said, beaming. "Competing against two other teams and whoever wins gets a cash prize and a trip to wherever we want to go!"
"A what?" Jin sat up, reading the message. "Livestreamed?"
"So no one cheats," Taehyung explained, as if that made it any better. "This time Namjoon can be in on it instead of just watching!"
Namjoon obviously had his own reservations, but he didn't think it was a bad idea. A full day of sex? With his boyfriends? He could do that. They could use it, honestly. All of them together again.
"You're actually considering this?" Jin looked confused, and a little horrified. "After how much it hurt me that Jimin uploaded your video, you think it's okay to now livestream us fucking each other?"
"Jin," Namjoon shook his head, trying to explain but he had no words.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want Jin," Taehyung said. "But you should know one of the other teams messaged us."
"And?" Namjoon looked at him. "What do we care what they have to say?"
"Because they called Jin a whiny bottom bitch who wouldn't last more than an hour," Taehyung said.
Jin sat up, his eyes narrowed and held out his hand for the phone. Namjoon handed it over without fuss and watched Jin read over the comments.
"A whiny bottom bitch who should always wear a gag if they're not going to stuff a cock in his mouth?" Jin repeated, horrified. "Excuse me, assholes, what's wrong with being a vocal bottom? How does that mean I'm needy? And so what if I am needy? It's wrong to beg for what I want? Oh, this asshole, I- I I have never wanted to win something so much just to prove a point but for this asshole…" he trailed off, shaking his head. "I'll do it."
"Really?" Taehyung and Namjoon questioned him simultaneously. Namjoon knew Jin had a bit of a complex about his performance during sex. He'd had some bad experiences with men in the past and never passed up the opportunity to show people how confident he was in himself. That apparently meant in sex as well considering how quick his reversal was.
"I'm giving my consent this time," Jin said in explanation when Namjoon questioned him. "That's the difference."
"Guess we tell the others then," Taehyung said, trying and failing to hide his giddy smile.
It didn't hit Namjoon right then, and it wouldn't until a few days later, but they really were agreeing to making a porno this time. A real porno.