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Jimin is making his part of the speech at the UN, with millions of eyes on him, and he stumbles over his words. It is a slight error, no more than many other speakers have done that day, a small matter by any measure. He pauses, apologises, and recovers beautifully, completing his portion of the speech with grace and dignity.
Jungkook flinches. Just a little – not even so the cameras would catch it, but Jimin is nothing if not attuned to his smallest expression, and Jungkook knows Jimin has spotted the reaction. His reassuring smile is too late – Jimin has seen him, and now it’s a cascade. The rest of it is a bit of a blur – they watch their performance, they listen to the applause and the compliments, they nod, and smile, and make polite murmurings to the important people who are thrilled to see them, and they do what they always do – they smile through the pressure and they pretend they’re not aware of the millions of eyes on them, with Jimin’s rage at his own mistake invisible to all except those who know him the best. He is charming, endearing, even making a joke about his nervousness in the interview they do – but he has shuttered himself, barely making eye contact with any of the others, holding himself apart as he moves through the room with them. There is nothing they can do in this setting, and he won’t even look at them, so he can’t see their smiles, their reassurance. He is in a crowd, but entirely alone.
Finally, they are able to leave, and the moment it’s just them in the car, Jungkook reaches for him, reaching out to pat his thigh. “You did well, I’m so proud of you!” Jimin’s eyes are cold, and his posture is stiff under Jungkook’s hand, his reassuring words dying on his lips. “Don’t.”, Jimin says, “We both know what I did. What I failed to do. Just.. don’t patronise me.” Jungkook is stunned to silence, pulling his hand back, letting the rest of the car ride pass in silence, as Jimin looks out the window, expression blank as they drive through the city towards the hotel.
As the car pulls up, Jimin finally speaks. “Please, I’m fine. I just.. I’m tired, it has been a long day, and I didn’t sleep well on the flight, and I just need some time alone. I’ll see you in the morning.” He strides out of the car and off to a room alone, and Jungkook knows if he follows him with tears or begging, Jimin will relent, but he’s already made it worse by trying to fix things and now his bones are frozen in dread of making another mistake – so he simply watches him go, biting his lip, his hands drawn into fists.
Jungkook goes to his own room, but doesn’t stay long. It’s barely a conscious decision, his feet leading him to Jin’s door – it’s not until he raises a hesitant hand to knock at the door that he even realises what he’s done. Seokjin’s baritone calls out “Enter” and the door is opened. He’s not surprised to see Namjoon there, but his presence reminds him that Namjoon has managed to do what Jungkook failed to do – Namjoon took care of his Dom, said and did the right things, and now has the pleasure of his company as a result, while Jungkook, shut out, a failure, instead finds himself interrupting them.
He’s already turning to go, murmuring an apology, when Namjoon reaches forward to grab his shirt and gently but firmly pulls him forward into the suite, letting the door swing shut behind him. Seokjin, lounging on the bed in his striped RJ pyjamas, graces him with a gentle smile and says “Come in, we’ve been waiting for you.”
“You have?” Jungkook questions, and both Namjoon and Seokjin stifle a laugh. Jin nods, “Jimin’s been winding himself up all day, and he seemed determined to sulk about it, so here you are. Where else would you go?” Jungkook smiles ruefully at that, wondering why, after all this time, he is still surprised that Jin knows his likely actions better than he himself does.
Jin stretches out his arms, motioning to Jungkook, saying “Come, tell Seokjinnie all about it..” and as Jungkook crawls across the bed into Jin’s embrace, Namjoon curls beside him, so he is enveloped. He makes a sigh that is almost a sob as he melts into their comforting touches.
He chokes out, “I just don’t know what to do with him when he gets like this. I try to tell him that it’s okay, that it’s enough, that he’s too hard on himself.. I knew as soon as it happened he’d be furious with himself, and I tried to make it better, but.. He’s angry with me now, because I didn’t know what to say. Tae and I both tried to stop him reading all those comments on the flight, but he wouldn’t listen, and now – now he’s just.. so angry “ Jin strokes Jungkook’s hair, letting him talk, until his words trail off, and he’s just being held, tears leaking from his eyes.
Jin sighs, “It is not the first time, nor it will be the last time, that Jimin decides to torture and berate himself over a tiny mistake, real or imagined. In this regard he’s almost as much of a masochist as you are, kookie.” Jungkook smiles at that, but he’s still overwrought as he says “but I made it worse, I tried to help and I made it worse, he said I was being patronising, and now he wants a night alone.”
Namjoon chimes in, “I don’t think anything can be gained by forcing him to talk about it now. If he wants a night alone, he should have one – perhaps a few hours without you will give him some perspective on this. Sometimes there’s nothing to be said, this battle is one he has to keep fighting for himself. You did what you could, Jungkook – don’t make the mistake he has, and make too much of this. Give him his space and tomorrow, we’ll fix it. Together, as we always do.”
Jungkook nods, wiping his tears away, and starts to rise. “You’re right, you’re both right, of course. I will try again tomorrow.” As he moves off the bed, Jin grabs his arm, asking with a quirked brow, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have taken enough of your time, I don’t want to intrude, I’m sure you had other plans before I came in here,” Jungkook says by way of explanation, but before he can say anything else, Jin’s finger is on his lips. “You’re right. We did have plans, and you did interrupt us. If you think I’m just going to let you get away with that, and escape, well.. do you know me at all?”
Jin’s dark eyes blaze with a heat Jungkook knows all too well, and as he looks to Namjoon, he sees a twin flame there. The atmosphere in the room shifts as Jin smiles at him. “I think you should stay here, and make it up to us. At length. Better than sulking alone in your room, no?” Jungkook can only nod in response.
Jin smiles at him. “Strip.” He says. As Jungkook climbs off the bed to comply, Jin leans over to kiss Namjoon’s forehead. “You too.” As Namjoon gets up, Seokjin can’t resist a playful swat at his retreating backside. Seokjin raises his arms over his head, making a show of stretching and yawning, leaning back on the headboard with a grin as Jungkook and Namjoon turn undressing into a race, shirts and pants flying every which way in an inelegant rush. Jungkook’s head start sees him naked first, and with a smug grin in Namjoon’s direction, he sinks down into a kneel. Namjoon is moments behind him, and soon the two of them are side by side, legs spread wide, shoulders down, backs straight, chins lifted, hands resting palms up on muscular thighs.
No matter how often he sees it, it is a view Seokjin will never tire of, and he takes a moment to drink the sight of them in. The smile on his lips is lazy, as he contemplates what he plans to do, letting his eyes roam appreciatively over the two of them. He’s thinking of Jimin, and what needs to happen tomorrow, and he knows that Jungkook will need to be in a very particular frame of mind to do what Jin plans on advising him to do. Jin and Namjoon watched it all play out, knowing all too well how easily Jimin can fall into a cycle of self-punishment – even their best efforts can’t shield him from all the vitriol that regularly sparks up online, and Jimin was already feeling less than his best before their stressful day.
It’s an unavoidable side effect of their fame, but they refuse to be cowed. When Jin took the picture of Jungkook and Jimin in the first class lounge, leaning against one another in a way both casual and provocative, he knew the usual suspects would have their opinions about it, but if there’s one thing he and Namjoon are determined about above all else, it’s in allowing them all whatever small freedoms they can have, in this life that has been thrust on them. They all choose to express themselves in the small ways that they can, to show themselves in the ways that are most important to them. Jimin, more than most, wants above anything else to be seen, and that will always be a double-edged sword.
Seeing how it affected Jimin, and watching him buckle under the pressure, even to the small degree that he did was always a distinct possibility. Namjoon and he were already strategizing about it, and if Jungkook hadn’t knocked at their door, they would have sought him out – they weren’t sure Jimin would shut him out, but it was one of the more likely possibilities.
Jin has a plan. He always has a plan. The seven of them have only become stronger and more closely bonded over the years, and that delicate game of balance is his life’s work. Not an achievement he will ever be able to boast of, but something that swells his chest nonetheless. With Namjoon’s genius at his shoulder, the two of them have constructed a life that few dare to dream of, and despite its challenges and restrictions, he would never trade it. The love and life they share would be worth any cost, any sacrifice. Of course, some tasks are more pleasant than others, and making sure Jungkook gets the mental respite he needs to steel him for tomorrow’s challenge is going to be very pleasurable indeed.
Shaking his head to dispel his reverie, Jin determines his next steps. He’s made them wait long enough. Rising from the bed with practiced ease, he walks slowly to stand in front of his kneeling boys. He reaches out to ruffle their hair before spreading his arms out, saying indolently, “Go ahead. You may undress Me.”. Namjoon stands first, unbuttoning his pyjamas, and kissing his chest, moving slowly and savouring the act of service, knowing Jin loves him to linger, and show proper reverence for the task. Jungkook leans forward to kiss Jin’s hipbone as he tugs on the striped pants, not being able to resist a playful nip of teeth with the kiss. Namjoon and Jungkook work with the elegance borne of years – they know how to navigate without needing to speak, making room for one another as they both strive to get a reaction from Jin, but he graces them with the merest of sighs as they undress and caress him until he stands before them, naked and proud.
Jin pulls Jungkook up by his hair to kiss him, but wastes no time in running his hands down Jungkook’s muscular arms, pausing for an appreciative squeeze on the way, sweeping down to Jungkook’s wrists and enclosing them with strong hands. He pushes Jungkook’s wrists behind him to the small of his back, and only has to smile in Namjoon’s direction before Namjoon also takes a hold of Jungkook’s wrists. Jin returns his hands to Jungkook’s face, pulling his jaw open to kiss him more deeply, as Namjoon uses his grip on Jungkook’s wrists to raise them up into what is almost an arm lock. Jungkook’s head lolls back as he makes an appreciative hiss at the pain, Namjoon biting at Jungkook’s shoulder as he increases the stretch.
Seokjin leans down to press his lips against each of Jungkook’s dark nipples, grinning as he writhes, Namjoon’s strong arms holding him fast. He muses aloud between kisses and bites, “Namjoon.. what do you think we should do with him? Such a pretty boy to play with, and so responsive.. I think he’d let us do whatever we wanted to.. wouldn’t you, little one?” Jungkook groans out his assent, already slipping, wanting nothing more than to be of use, to be found pleasing. Jin continues as though Jungkook isn’t there at all, leaning over his shoulder to kiss Namjoon hungrily as they both grind against the maknae between them.
Seokjin’s tone is mischievous as he says, “We could just strap him to a chair and make him watch us.” Jungkook makes a whine of protest, but it’s Namjoon who speaks, “We could.. we could do that, but.. “ Jin’s eyes lock on Namjoon as he responds “but? Is there something else you’d prefer, Joonie? Been thinking about something, have you? What’s in that devious mind of yours?” Namjoon blushes, Seokjin’s tone never failing to make him flustered, flashing a dimpled smile as he admits, “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to top Kookie.. and he’s been wearing that suit all day, I wasn’t the only one staring at his ass.” Seokjin smiles encouragingly as he speaks, “Indeed no, our sweet boy is never short of admiring eyes, is he.. but there are those who get to look – and there are those to get to touch. You’re one of the lucky ones, aren’t you?” Namjoon bites his lip as he nods “I am the luckiest. Can I, Hyung? Can I fuck him?”
Seokjin pauses before answering, “I’ll allow it. You use his ass, I’ll use his mouth. If he’s amusing enough, we may allow him a release, too… how does that sound, kookie?” Jungkook is almost beyond speech thanks to their combined attention, and he’s barely been listening to the conversation, already overwhelmed. He knows they won’t enact their plan without his agreement, so he digs deep and finds his voice. “Please, hyungs, yes, whatever you want, please.. I’ll be good.” Whatever it is he’s agreeing to, he knows it will be wonderful, and he honestly doesn’t care – he knows he’s safe.
Seokjin kisses his cheeks as he speaks, “You will, won’t you. Our best boy. Get on the bed for me.“ Namjoon gives Jungkook’s arms one last upwards wrench before pushing him down on the bed, barely letting his back hit the mattress before crawling over him, caging him in. Jungkook raises his head to kiss Namjoon, loving the feeling of being overcome – he’s accustomed to using his own strength to please others, but being on the receiving end of someone else’s muscle is a rarer treat, and Namjoon will always hold a special place in his heart – it’s not often that the reality of someone’s physical affections manages to eclipse years of fantasies, but Namjoon never fails to make Jungkook’s wildest imaginings pale in comparison to the actual experience.
Seokjin joins them on the bed, lying down beside Jungkook, grabbing a pillow to slip under Jungkook’s hips as he says “Lift your legs, let Joon get you ready, there’s a good boy.” Namjoon pushes at Jungkook’s legs until his knees are against his chest, and after kissing Namjoon so deeply he growls, Seokjin lays down again, reaching a hand over to Jungkook’s throat, holding him in place as Namjoon towers over him. With a look of determination, Namjoon leans down, licking a long stripe down Jungkook’s cock before putting his mouth to work, beginning to lap at Jungkook’s hole with obvious relish.
Jungkook’s groan of delighted surprise makes Seokjin smile and squeeze at his throat as he speaks in a low growl. “Spectacular, isn’t it? My boy’s mouth? He’s very skilled.” Namjoon glows at the praise and adds his broad hand to his ministrations, easing one finger and then two inside Jungkook without pause, knowing he enjoys the burn. Between his skilled tongue and curling fingers, Jungkook is arching against him, Seokjin’s hand on his throat adding to the pleasure that’s rapidly rising in him. He could cum, just like this, if they let him, but they know the landscape of his arousal too well, keeping him on the edge – Namjoon’s fingers teasing at his prostate but not giving him the push he needs, Seokjin applying irregular pressure to his throat, kissing at his jaw and neck, both of them working in a rhythm that has him pleading.
“That’s enough, Namjoon. Let me taste him.” Seokjin demands, and Namjoon rises up to kiss him hungrily, Seokjin licking into his mouth. “Delicious,” Seokjin says, and whether he’s talking about Namjoon or the taste of Jungkook in his mouth even he doesn’t know, as lost in the pleasure of the men in his control as either of them are.
Seokjin runs a hand down Namjoon’s chest and stomach, grabbing onto his cock with a squeeze just for the enjoyment of seeing him gasp. He runs his hands slowly along its impressive size, kissing him and saying “You know kookie tops most of the time, this is a treat for him too, isn’t it.. make me proud, won’t you?” Namjoon nods with an endearing eagerness, lining himself up and easing into Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook’s inhale is sharp as he gasps at the intrusion, even with Namjoon taking his time it is a lot to take in. Namjoon moves slowly but surely, not stopping until he’s bottomed out, holding position to give Jungkook time to adjust.
Seokjin uses the pause to make good on the other half of his promise, and taps at Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook obediently opens his mouth, looking up at Seokjin with pleading eyes, making a noise of deep contentment as Seokjin breaches his lips with his cock. Jungkook angles his neck and Seokjin doesn’t hesitate, letting Jungkook take the full length – an impressive feat that’s taken a lot of practice on Jungkook’s part, but he is nothing if not determined, this particular skill being one he was very eager to perfect, and his hyungs nothing if not patient teachers. Jungkook hollows his cheeks, adding suction, swirling his tongue around in the way he knows Seokjin can’t resist, and is rewarded with a moan.
Jungkook’s artfulness with his mouth soon falters, as Namjoon begins to move, pulling almost entirely out before plunging back in. Jungkook relaxes his jaw to let Seokjin start to fuck into his throat as the two older men take their pleasure from him, while he lets their skilled attentions transport him to new heights. As Jungkook’s eyes glaze over, Seokjin smiles, knowing he has succeeded in making him forget all his worries for the moment, and he turns his gaze to Namjoon. His magnificent boy. He’s also well on his way to subspace, moving with perfect rhythm, he is a sight to behold, muscles undulating beneath golden skin. Seokjin considers himself a connoisseur of beauty, and there is no sight more beautiful to his eyes than this – his boys, lost in pleasure, knowing he is the one who has curated this experience for them.
Namjoon’s pace has become more frenzied, his hands gripping Jungkook’s legs with increasing pressure, as Jungkook moans around Seokjin’s cock. “Me first” Seokjin growls out, knowing the other two will obey, and Namjoon slows his pace a little, giving Jungkook the ease he needs to work magic with his tongue, even as he’s being throat-fucked. Seokjin lets his pleasure spill out of him, hips bucking as he releases into Jungkook’s mouth. That alone may have been enough to tip Jungkook over the edge, but Namjoon knows exactly when to renew his pace, taking a firm grasp of Jungkook’s cock to stroke it and tilting his hips to hit Jungkook at an angle that has him crying out his orgasm within moments of Seokjin’s release. Jungkook’s enthusiastic response drags Namjoon with him, pleasure sparking pleasure until they’re all a panting mess on the bed.
Jungkook’s drifting in a delightful haze and they all but carry him to the shower, cleaning him and one another with gentle hands and low voices, returning to the bed, Seokjin in the middle, so that he can caress both his boys to sleep. Its not until he hears both of their gentle snores that he picks up his phone, sending a few messages to solidify his plans for the next day’s schedule, checking in with Hoseok who confirms that Yoongi and Taehyung are also resting well, likely in a similar state. He sends a goodnight message to Jimin as well, but is unsurprised not to get a reply – when Jimin decides to sulk he really likes to lean into it. Five out of six of his boys are content tonight, and tomorrow he will make it a clean sweep. As he contemplates his plan for the next day, he goes to sleep with what can only be described as a devious smile.
The alarm goes off earlier than any of them would like the next day, but Namjoon is practically vibrating with excitement when he remembers what they’re doing today. The Met is one of his favourite museums in the world, and being invited to speak there is almost as great an honour as their UN engagement in his eyes, never mind the access he’s going to get to their collections – a glimpse behind the scenes is one of those “money can’t buy” experiences he never hoped to dream of. His excitement is infectious as they share a room service breakfast, Seokjin having already ensured that Jungkook’s prodigious appetite is taken into account with the generous array of food crowding the table of their suite.
Both Namjoon and Seokjin can sense when Jungkook’s eaten enough food to start worrying about Jimin again. “I am not sure how to apologise to him.. I just want to let him know that it doesn’t matter what other people say, it doesn’t matter if he makes a mistake, he’s still perfect to me, you know?. Seokjin clears his throat and Jungkook’s sentence trails off. “I know you feel bad, Jungkook, but the truth is – you have nothing to apologise for. If anything, he ought to apologise to you for shutting you out instead of trusting you enough to talk this through – but we both know these cycles sometimes get the better of him, and the last thing he needs are attacks from us as well. The problem is, whatever you try to do now to reassure him is only likely to make it worse – what he needs right now is to feel big, not small. I suggest a different strategy.”
Jungkook looks to him with trusting eyes, his tone pleading as he says “Just tell me what to do, Hyung. I trust you.” Seokjin smiles and says “I’m going to remind you that you said that in a minute. You see, what I think you should do is tease him.”
“Tease him?” Jungkook looks to Namjoon in confusion, but Namjoon merely smiles in return, letting Seokjin continue.
“Yes, little one,” Seokjin continues, “You need to show him that you know he’s more than capable of handling whatever you have to dish out. That you trust his strength. He says he’s fine, so he can handle you – and he made you wait all night, didn’t he? You can make him forget all about this and remind him of what’s important – that’s you. Us. The people who care about him the most. Our opinions are the ones who should have the most weight with him, so let’s remind him of that.”
Jungkook is nodding, and is about to reply when A knock on the door sees the staff bustle in – hair and makeup, wardrobe.
Seokjin’s messages of the night before also have Jungkook’s clothes being bought to his room, but they’re not what he was expecting. Jungkook is about to query whether an error has been made before Seokjin halts him. “I’ve made a change to your wardrobe today, Jungkook. I know this isn’t what you chose, but I think these will be better today. They’re more.. suited to Jimin’s tastes.” Jungkook tilts his head, making a noise of confusion, and Seokjin grins. “You’ll see.”
Jungkook dresses in the checked pants and black dress shirt. He tried these on before, and discarded them in favour of other choices, thinking they seemed too provocative. The pants fit him like a glove, tight in a way that shows off his muscular thighs and ass, nipping in at his waist, and the shirt is also very form fitting, gripping his chest and arms. It’s the kind of outfit he would normally save for the stage, when he was really wanting to get the ARMY screaming, but he knows Jimin loves him dressing like this, and can see the wisdom of Seokjin’s choice.
Namjoon and Seokjin, both dressed in their own alluring outfits look him over with approving glances. Seokjin beckons him forward and without saying a word, reaches over to roll the sleeves of Jungkook’s shirt up to his elbows. Jungkook makes to move but Seokjin stops him, saying “I’m not done.” With a grin, Seokjin undoes the top button of Jungkook’s shirt, and then several more, chuckling at Jungkook’s wide eyes. As he tugs at the collar of the shirt to open it up, displaying several inches of his chest, Namjoon makes a low whistle of approval, licking his lips, chuckling as he says “Holy Shit. Jimin is not gonna know what hit him... but what about everyone else?” Seokjin shrugs, “We can consider them collateral damage. It’s not as though they aren’t going to enjoy it.”. Jungkook takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. “Let’s get it!” he says, in a braver tone than he feels, as they sit down to hair and makeup.