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satnin-darling · 6 days ago

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No Mattter How It Ends. | Prologue. | Kim Taehyung, 2k

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Taehyung is recognised here and there, so he spends his nightlife underground, in bluesy cafés with a trickle of jazz playing in the background in a gentle thrum. He dances, unaware, and whether this was acting or not, it was believable to an ordinary bystander that he was happy. You review films for a living, content behind the scenes. But there was a time when you were both students, aimless and tender-hearted. You meet again somehow and it takes you back, questioning where the memories went and whether you can make up for lost time.

Warnings/Tags: Rated T, angst, actor!Taehyung x film critic!Reader; eventual flashback to college day so brace yourselves (T>T); alcohol; palpable heartache (I'm sorry but I'm back)

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This was the mini-series I had in the works and I finally have the courage to roll it out! This is a short prologue before we get into the meat of the story.. I had fun brainstorming how it could go (despite the angst that came with it dlghjk). Also, I'm so pleased to start another Taehyung series :') He looks so gorgeous in Paris, I feel spoilt. As per, I hope you're having a wonderful start to the week, I'm so excited to finally be able to publish this, you have no idea :3

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You spot Taehyung first, unintentionally or by instinct. Either way, it's hard to ignore a face plastered on billboards or the side of buses nowadays.

He dances, his moves unchanged since college. This time though, it has an added flair. He moves along the empty spaces sporting a smile on his face, he tilts it towards the artificial lights. It allows him to brush against the dancing couples largely without consequence.

Taehyung was always going to be like that: handsome and carefree.

It’s been years but there’s a twinge in your chest, tightening it into something weird.

You sit with it as you survey how Taehyung floats along way too immersed in the music to even care that someone was staring.

There’s the weight of the bartender’s gaze on your profile. You acknowledge it and decide to get up, leaving your drink half finished.

Perhaps embarrassed from breaking one of the cardinal rules of judging a customer, the bartender busies himself with an already clean glass as you shrug your coat on. The arms stiffen due to your sleeves bunching up. You expel a deep sigh, dejected over a small mishap. Summoning the patience, you slip it off again.

"Hey."

You turn and Taehyung, with that brilliant smile and equally bright eyes, recognises you. He says your name fondly, and you're transported back to the washed out memories of college. Pinstripe sheets and strawberry kisses that were too sweet for your own good. You stare at him, no doubt looking dumbfounded but he regards you with alarming familiarity, bypassing any non-verbal politeness expected of two distant friends, maybe strangers.

You swallowed, your heart fluttering all sorts of wrong.

Say something.

"Hi."

The lights in the bar continue to pivot, stripping the darkness in bright flashes for a second or two.

He doesn't let you go but his hold loosens.

It's odd to meet like this, especially since you didn't want to be seen.

"How are you?"

The question is asked before you could gather yourself. Inwardly, it echoes, the answers coming up in a multitude of possibilities.

"Good," you managed, sounding strange.

He gives you a funny look.

"Good? It's been a while, it has to be more than good, right?"

Your brows knit, you tug your arm back and start to wear your coat. You didn't care if the sleeves bunched up again. The familiarity he’s worked hard to assert seemed misplaced, out of tune. The lights mellow into a greenish hue, vignetting the surroundings.

Has it?

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

His expression morphs and despite the poor lighting, he seems surprised by your honesty.

To expel the acute awkwardness of the moment, you mention that you have an appointment early tomorrow morning. He asks where and you tell him. He mentions that his hotel is where the press conference is held, and around the same time. It doesn’t take long for him to realise that you were attending the press conference for his new movie. He goes red, ducks his head in a kind of diffident response, like you’d just exposed him to the otherwise apathetic crowd.

“Can’t you give me an hour? I’d like to catch up with you.”

He offers a small smile, like a facsimile of one you've glimpsed before. One that doesn't make it in his work, one that's personal and so... him.

Time waits, patient as ever and Taehyung's eyes grow hopeful. Something you recognise despite the years trying to stretch what you shared into static noise. Taehyung acting like a concerned friend meant that there were too many walls backing you into a corner. Nearby, an older man with a husky voice orders a whiskey neat. Taehyung’s eyes don’t waver. Later on you wonder if it would have made any difference if you said no.

You take a deep breath.

“Sure.”

Your hotel room is pokey and exudes a Bohemian chic that typifies recent renovations happening across most hospitality chains. Normally, you’d book them yourself but film premieres promised novelties that you couldn’t resist. Besides, it offers a brilliant view of the city with its famous bridge alongside the gentle, lapping waves of the water. A postcard scene that can’t be captured on camera: you have to see it yourself to believe it’s real.

Two empty wine glasses look lonely besides a ceramic ashtray. Taehyung eyes the ring on your finger and you make a noise to signal your awareness of it. It’s disorienting having him in front of you like this. You’re both on top of the bed, clothed, tipsy, and vulnerable.

You were superimposing two-dimensional images on top of a three-dimensional one. The result is strange if not jarring. Taehyung’s fame permeated every available space in Seoul. He’s an ambassador to any relevant company; there wasn’t a local or city-dweller who didn’t know who he was. His new CF for Olive Young aired three days ago and now, they’ve reached Busan’s bus shelters. You couldn’t have looked elsewhere if you tried.

Right now, though, he’s plainly handsome. Just as he was then. Tanned with dark hair, but with the ease of someone who knows he’ll be loved wherever he goes.

“Ah, just for show.”

He raises his eyebrows, “but were you?”

You nod, “ended a year ago.”

A sharp feeling of embarrassment courses through you, has it really been a year? You realise that the ring is no longer something you can’t remove. Keeping it on feels like a farce. You live alone and adopted a Labradoodle, who you’ve checked into a pet hotel for a couple of days. You wonder if it’s too late to send it back to its breeder since it dawns on you that you travel for work two-hundred and seventy days out of the year.

“What?” You ask, awkward.

“Why’d it end?”

You shift, wrinkling the sheets further. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”

Taehyung purses his lips, one corner denting inwards into a convoluted, downturn expression. “He cheated?”

You punch him lightly on the arm and he collapses in laughter.

“No - we fell out of love.”

“How tragically romantic.”

You grimace, hit with a wave of unwanted memories. The wine you had in hand in a regular glass has grown warm but you drink it anyway.

“I’d rather he cheated actually.”

Taehyung sobers, resting his head on the flat of his palm. He’s still the same after all these years that makes you grateful.

“How come?”

You take a deep breath, “because that meant that I wasn’t the cause of it ending.”

He could sense something there in the undercurrent. It wasn’t that hard given that you were three glasses in, telling the truth a little too easily. Taehyung has always been a good listener, but it’s different now. You were proper adults with more stakes at risk. College seems so far away now.

“Sorry.” He says.

You feel like you ruin everything you touch these days, so you shrug.

“’M not the first one to suffer like this.”

“Certainly won’t be the last,” he said, crass.

“Where’d you pick that line up?”

Taehyung smiles, a little wistful but honest. “It’s actually in a script I’m reading.”

You try to understand him, perhaps he had nothing to say. Years of radio silence and now you’ve led him to the deep end. Then again, you and Taehyung walked on a tightrope when it came to talking. Saying what you never mean, always living in the silences between words and sentences. It would have been fair if he had seen you, too. If you had been a passive image in his life, would he feel as uneasy as you?

Is this why he has the courage to look you in the eye and search for the past, reckless in his presence and questions.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in a drama. Sounds like something Park Kwang-Su would make someone say.”

He chuckles, this deep yet yielding sound. He swipes his hand across the space between you, ironing the wrinkles of the sheets. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it. He fidgets when he’s nervous. The tips of his fingers brush your forearm. You don’t pull away. You meet him in the eye as if you were goading him to say something, like picking up where you left off. Maybe it’s the wine making you braver. Or stupid. You’re a different person these days and you were still trying to make your mind up on whether that’s a good thing or not. He looks good even in the soft lightning, his dark hair slightly frizzy from him ruffling it too much. His lashes are longer, his lips are a light pink. When he talks, it’s a slower cadence as if he’s picking his words carefully.

So when he says what he says you feel a shift in the air.

“Did you ever think about us?”

It takes you a moment to recover. To make sense of his question and what it means and whether it matters to answer sincerely. You lower your gaze on the white sheets. Your brows furrow, the emotion you feel is suddenly incomprehensible.

“Taehyung -”

He leans close and on instinct you lean back. His expression suggests he’s wounded and he pulls back, rubs his lips with the flat of his fingers.

“I’m sorry, that was too forward.”

“No,” you say, finally. “I just didn’t expect it.”

“I just didn’t expect to see you again and now that we’re here, I don’t know how to get my words out.”

“Taehyung, it's fine. It’s probably a shock, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this, to be honest.”

“Why didn’t you call or write?”

You sigh. “That was a long time ago.”

“I waited for you, you know.”

You remember that he starred in a lesser known indie film before he gained this fame. It was about a soldier who was kidnapped by the opposition and held hostage. He fell in love with an officer’s daughter and the film hinged on their epistolary relationship. Eventually, he was released and struggled to adapt to the real world. She never made the effort to look for him despite her promises. It was your fifth review and your blog suddenly gained traction online. People liked how you received the film.

“I’m sorry.”

You see the clench of his jaw. “Is that all you can say?”

“What else can I say?”

The hurt in his eyes is something you can’t ignore. It places responsibility on your shoulders. It was long enough that time has warped the finer details but you bring the walls up, let it form a perimeter around you since there’s no difference. The sun will rise tomorrow and you’ll wake up alone.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry.”

He sighs and takes the glass from your hand. He drinks the last remaining wine and eyes you with a kind of scorn. “If you’re sorry, you’d tell me why.”

He stares at you and this time, it feels like you’re being dragged down. This overwhelming tide that pins you in place. As if you’re underwater and you can’t see anything directly ahead. The uncertainty makes it feel like you’re drowning. You start to cry then and he’s startled. You wipe your eyes roughly and close your fists over them, turning away.

Then, he embraces you from the back. He smells masculine, entirely different from then. But his warmth is the same, his presence is solid and felt. His remorse is palpable that you cry harder. He’s apologising, surrendering so easily that your guilt rears its head. You keep quiet and let the tears fall.

Outside, Busan sparkles, indifferent to what is happening in your room. It’s forecasted to rain tomorrow. You had a long drive back and your dog, which still has no name, will likely bark at you before recognising you again. In the back of your mind, you think of all the possibilities of your life. From the seeds of your decisions which flower and eventually grow into a strong tree with its branches. And you think about how lightning can strike centuries of quiet growth down in the blink of an eye.

Taehyung kisses the top of your head murmuring an apology.

You clutch at his arm which is around your middle.

Perhaps it would have been different if you had acted differently. Decided in a way that kept him in your life.

But you can’t envision your lives where you’d be together and happy.

You wonder why.

“I just missed you,” he says, his voice small and reverent.

You sniff and make yourself say it because he’s the one who needs to hear it the most.

“Me too.”

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satnin-darling · 9 days ago

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Circles. (m) | ONE-SHOT | PARK JIMIN, JEON JUNGKOOK, 6.3k

Pairing(s): Reader x Jimin, Reader x Jungkook, Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Summary: Newly discharged from the mandatory military service, Jimin and Jungkook find their way back home to you.

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; fingering, anal sex; multiple orgasms, squirting, hand job, oral (f-receiving); pussy slapping; penetrative sex; threesome; wet and messy sex, mhm); fluff (6k words about missing each other sounds about right); slight hurt/comfort; conversation about enlistment, body image; idol!AU - established relationship (Hotel and Late throuple are back!)

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Hello!

Hope you're enjoying summer wherever you are and bask in the fact that BTS are back! Out of the WIPS I shared, this was the one furthest along and easiest for me to finish, so I hope you enjoy it c:

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They arrived just before 11am, murmuring apologies about being held up at the company building due to preliminary meetings about how the next week is going to pan out. You figured that they still feel alien despite having more than 10 years of working in the industry under their belt. It wasn’t lunch - which was their proposed time - but they were all over you in an instant, kissing everywhere until you fell onto each other in a heap by the foyer.

It’s a silly reunion, one that you’d anticipated but nevertheless felt unprepared for.

It’s evening now and Jimin’s home is cool and quiet. The curtains are drawn together, barely any light filtering through. You and Jungkook lie in bed together, listening to Jimin’s melodic humming from afar.

“How does it feel?” You ask.

His hands find your skin underneath your shirt. They’re restless, hungry.

“Hm,” he murmurs, his lips skating along your spine. You shiver at the sudden exposed skin. He bites the skin on your thigh. “Surreal.”

You roll your eyes, but your face heats from the attention.

Jimin emerges from the softly lit alcove, his hair still wet. He stares at you both, his plump cheeks are red from the shower.

“I’ve got to dry my hair,” he mutters, although you feel his eyes on you both.

“There’s not much hair to dry anyway, hyung.”

You laugh as Jungkook kisses you, these breathless giggles escaping your lips as he peppers ravenous pecks along your neck. You’re giddy because you don’t have to wait for them to come home. No more transitory messages or time fraught with the notion that they’ll be heading back to a harsher reality.

They’re finally home.

You notice Jimin stealing a quick glance at himself in the mirror. The swift act makes you worry. You remember how he didn’t eat much of what Jungkook cooked for lunch. You understand that it’s part of the job, that their body is part of the whole, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

“You look good Min,” you comment, making room as Jungkook gets comfortable behind you.

Jimin smiles, “ah, I mean, I was nearly ten kilos heavier months before. Remember?”

It’s hard to hear him being so critical. Jungkook is the same, just less frequently. They rest on a tight balance where the margins for what qualifies a ‘good’ are narrow. It’s been long enough for them to differentiate how long they should spend time on something that is futile but a year and a half away from the camera’s can make anyone nervous.

What if I went back to one meal a day, like Hobi-hyung, was what Jungkook said in passing. You didn’t know what to say then, afraid to convey the wrong thing.

Jungkook decided to drop it, used to assessing himself like clockwork. You finished what’s on your plate and cleared the table. Nothing more.

“Yes but you’re doing well to get back to where you’re comfortable.”

Jimin kisses your cheek, “I think you want us like this.”

Your face warms from his remark. “I want you both to be happy.”

Jungkook’s laugh spreads on the nape of your neck, “hyung’s muscles must be what’s making you say these things.”

“Of course not!” You stutter, craning your neck back to shoot Jungkook a look. Jimin reaches over to pinch him lightly.

“Hey, I had an eight-pack before you,” Jimin teases. “You’re always copying me anyway.”

“Yeah, next thing you’re gonna say is that you were born in Busan first, how can I compete with that?”

You scrunch your nose at their easy dynamic. It never gets too serious which is also how they take care of you. They always said that they’d be fine since they enlisted together while you were the one holding the fort at home. Strange to think about those conversations now that it’s over.

“I didn’t realise how exhausted I am,” Jungkook says in between a yawn. “All I did was do one live and cook for three.”

“I totally blanked out in front of the reporters,” Jimin adds. He nuzzles his face against your neck as if breathing you in.

“You both did well, everything made sense,” you reply. “Especially in front of those cameras.”

Then, sheepishly, Jungkook presses his face between your shoulder blades. “Did I look okay?”

You wind your arm to brush the shorter parts of his hair behind his ear, “more than.”

Jimin’s expression lightens, “aw, Jeonggukkie.”

“Stop it,” Jungkook says, defeated. You let yourself laugh because somehow, despite being stuck in a more muscular body that’s inked and intimidating, Jungkook is still the same. Jimin leans his head towards you and traces the curve of your ear with the curl of his knuckle.

“I can’t believe that we don’t have to go back.”

“Good. My dermatologist is so sick of me giving excuses about being under the sun,” Jungkook sighs.

And in between another yawn, you sneak a laugh in time with Jimin’s bright giggles.

The kitchen is sparse in shades of black and white.

Jungkook is behind the stove again preparing perilla oil makguksu. He’s made the dish so many times he eyeballs all the measurements. Jimin is still asleep, nestled in the dark with his phone in his hand. You see the fine scars on Jungkook’s forearm, noting how they’re positioned where the rim of a giant cauldron would be.

“I didn’t hurt,” he comments, noting your gaze. “What hurt more is when Jimin hyung volunteered once and never came back.”

You snort, “I bet he’ll say something different.”

“I keep thinking there will be a bug or two flying over my head.”

You smile, “nothing now.”

The corner of his lip tugs up, the two rings are back and they glint under the overhead lights. He’s shy all of the sudden and you knew that he’s having some thoughts on adjusting back again. Back to his job, his life. But you sense that he needs some time to parse through it and you’ll be here when he’s ready to talk about it.

You watch as he squeezes the bottle of Buldak onto a wooden spoon. You caution him about your slight intolerance and he looks at you fondly.

“We won’t use all of it.”

You huff, “I hate crying onto my food.”

“Hey, I don’t make it too spicy!”

“Yes you do,” you protest, “there was one time when I couldn’t feel my tongue.”

He bites his lip out of remorse, “ah yeah, I remember. I’m sorry.”

He leans forward to kiss you and you forgive him easily. He backs you up on the counter until it digs onto your lower back, but then he hoists you up as if you weigh like nothing. You gasp into his mouth as his hands, now free of any utensil, roam along your skin. He feels so good against you, solid and insistent, like he can’t get enough. It’s not even midday yet and you had had three orgasms even before you reached the kitchen. It might have been an exaggeration to say that you were making up for lost time but in a way, you were. Things were heightened simply because they didn’t have to return to base.

That much was enough to celebrate.

“Jungkook,” you moan, grasping around his shoulders.

Since when did he get so broad?

“Hn?”

“What about lunch?”

He grins, licking into your mouth. “What about it?”

“Aren’t you hungry,” you say, tucking your face into your shoulder as he kisses down your neck.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, nipping your exposed skin only to soothe it with tender licks. Your toes curl at the sensation. His hands cup your ass, fingers kneading as he pleases. You become conscious of how your moans seem to echo in the space. He kisses you again, insistent and just as desperate.

“Bedroom?” He whispers, aware of how you’re grinding against his cock.

“Bedroom.”

As soon as you enter, Jimin emerges from the adjoining bathroom, his short hair askew and his face is flushed from being washed. When you try and wrap your arms around Jungkook's shoulders he circles your waist and makes you turn.

“What -”

“Back against me,” he says.

The authority in his voice causes you to comply with instinct. Your heart pounds as you settle on the bed doing as he says. Jimin doesn’t move yet, watching carefully. Against Jungkook’s chest like this, he splays your legs open, then, hooking his thumbs into your underwear he removes it with practiced ease. He bares you to Jimin and you shiver at the sudden display.

Jimin kneels wordlessly in front of you as Jungkook hands smooth down the backs of your thighs, keeping you in place.

It’s not an unfamiliar arrangement: the way you’re mostly bare while they’re mostly clothed. The way your heart is beating so loudly you can hear it, nor the way Jimin just stares at your exposed pussy, so wet as it slicks on your skin.

It’s how they’re so familiar with you and your wants that they always know what to do.

“Good?” Jungkook says right by your ear. His voice is quiet and tender, still checking if you’re okay and you’re comfortable.

“Y-yeah.”

Jimin looks up, “keep your legs open.”

You nod, transfixed.

As ridiculous as it might seem, it gives you time to admire Jimin. His smooth skin, the way his muscles are filled out. His cheeks remain a warm pink, his lips are plump and shiny. You see the rise and fall of his chest, the way it mirrors yours. He leans and places a soft kiss on your clit before licking down, dipping his tongue in your core. You whimper, your body twitching beneath. You tilt your hips, silently seeking more.

“You’re so pretty here,” Jimin murmurs, his breath fanning over your soaked cunt. “So wet.”

When he brushes his thumb along your folds and parts them in a way that makes you shy. You want to look away, to look anywhere but when you stare down you can see what Jimin sees. Your clit juts out, needy and flushed, your parted center glistening with arousal. The small quirk of a smile on Jimin’s lips shows how he’s enjoying this the most.

“Jealous, Jeongguk-ah?”

Jungkook huffs, “from where I’m at isn’t bad.”

It would have been arrogant if not for the strain in Jungkook’s voice. He’s hard and you feel him at your lower back, but he’s still and keeps you wide and open.

“Kissing Jungkook got you this wet? Seems that we should be blamed for not taking care of you enough.”

Your face is so warm from the light accusation. You want to make an excuse, you want things to move on because it has been a long time since you’ve been like this for them. The breaks they had in between warranted visits but they were too exhausted knowing that they had to return to base. It was alright to rest with them, to give them the space to relax and maintain their hobbies. Sometimes, you just lay down with them, sandwiched between.

But now, it’s overwhelming.

It’s as if they have so much energy and they have been more… forward. Now, they always couldn’t keep their hands off of you, walking around their massive apartments as if there wasn’t enough space. They somehow always managed to graze their touch lightly or give you a quick peck on the cheek. Something to signal their presence. You’re cocooned behind closed doors, you even smell like each other these days.

“No, I don’t think that,” you mumble, squirming.

Jungkook breathes out like it’s a chuckle. It flutters your hair, it sticks on your skin, this closeness.

Jimin lowers his mouth and you melt. You remember that this is what pleasure is: something to melt into, something to slip inside without caution. It teases and tracks you down, makes you all inseparable from each other, even with the distance and the time apart. The realisation sparks down your spine, making you aware of Jungkook’s arousal just as Jimin laps at your clit.

You’re wet and your toes curl, your breaths are shallow, they puff out and turn into moans when Jimin makes these tugging sucks on your clit, an even pressure, yielding and devoted. Jungkook’s fingers inch lower and you feel him press them against your flesh, parting you even more. You lean your head back, surrendering. Jimin circles your clit with his thumb and you tense, your lips letting out a quiet moan.

Jungkook hums low and then brings his hand down on your pussy. You gasp, legs stiffening and momentarily drawing together.

He carries on as Jimin leans back, his eyes glassy as you try and catch your breath. The stings fade into a slow, roiling pleasure. Then, as Jungkook continues to slap your pussy, it becomes this bright, shocking sensation that opens you up and makes you more sensitive. You get wetter, it makes a splattering sound that makes you want to hide your face. It’s messy and drips down, you bite your lip.

When Jungkook cups your pussy, letting the heat get trapped, it’s the fifth hit and you moan, twisting your body over his lap.

“P-please,” you beg, the heat blazing on your body and Jimin leans down, his eyes dark and focused. He doesn’t make you wait. He licks firmly, going with these broad strokes over your swollen folds. He drags his tongue as if it’s a balm to soothe your skin and it makes you dizzy, you tilt your hips, rubbing yourself against him, meeting him halfway.

And when his lips close over your clit, the tip of his tongue stroking and stroking, a soft cry falls from your lips. Jungkook kisses your temple, his hold is firm.

“Be good,” he rasps, and you see Jimin’s red lips, glistening because of you.

Jimin sucks your clit and it’s fast and messy and you’re so close. Jungkook’s fingers dig into the muscle of your thighs. Your head drops back onto Jungkook’s shoulder. It just doesn’t build quickly, you can feel this wave rising and it squeezes your gut and your breath hitches, turning into whines. Your body just feels and wants to ride the movement of Jimin’s tongue.

You pant and plea, Jungkook is kissing your cheek tenderly. He whispers in your ear, “come.”

And your orgasm hits you in seconds, you shudder, your stomach quivers as you gasp out these panting breaths. Your fingers scrabble against Jimin’s shoulders as he laps you up, not caring about the sting of your nails. He lets you ride it out on his tongue and the sensation floods you with this warmth, this sweet release and you moan as you twist in Jungkook’s arms. He doesn’t stop, not until you beg, you know that much. Your muscles keep fluttering, your pussy squeezing and you get wetter and you’re gushing.

“J-jimin, please, ahn, wait -”

He gives you one last lick, a teasing stripe before pulling back.

His chin is soaked and you almost want to apologise.

He surges forward and you taste yourself on him and Jungkook groans at the proximity.

Coming down to your senses, you start to shift. When they realise what you were trying to do, they laugh.

“Don’t worry about us,” Jimin says, kissing you lightly.

You can’t help but eye the tenting in their sweats. Jimin follows your gaze, he ignores your defiance and disappears into the bathroom.

“You did so well for us,” Jungkook soothes, rubbing the skin on your outer thigh. And when they try to get you to settle and clean you up, you pout.

“I can’t be the only one receiving,” you protest, defiant as Jungkook fetches a damp towel from Jimin and presses it over your throbbing core.

“We have time,” he mutters, gliding his hand under your top to cup your breast.

Later, you’d be prioritised again, this time grinding your bare pussy on Jungkook’s thigh while Jimin pinches your nipples. You come like that, riding out the sparking heat of orgasm, always between them, always cared for.

In the middle of the night, half the lights in Jimin’s apartment are turned down low. Your rhythms are slowly adjusting to each other. It means that your day is often most people’s night. You all preferred it that way, it makes the hours longer and gives you more time to savour each other.

It dawns on you, despite the days spent together that both were heftier as their muscles gained some bulk, unlike the slimmer physique’s their careers demanded of them. It’s still a pleasant surprise when they’re bare even though you've been seeing them when they take leave. You weren’t the only one sharing their schedule but now, with their reunion looming, you’re just as happy to have these precious days before the mayhem begins.

Jungkook’s hands frame your waist, the ink on his arm is vibrant and a new design continues onto his right pec. You all spoke about it one night, slightly tipsy keen for the night not to end. Maybe this is what it means to miss being around each other.

You traced the flecks of colour, like wild tendrils curling on his skin. You and Jimin admired him ceaselessly, commenting on how it’s so him. Jimin contemplated an additional piece but decided on something more delicate, the placement is something to be talked about. Another thing to look forward to.

Jungkook draws his fingers out of your puckered hole and you hiss at the absence. He gives your ass a pat, “okay?”

Your hands rest on his chest, your nails digging slightly. He asks to check in though his brows pinch at the fact that you’re clenching around him. Jimin is snug behind you, his fingers probing your hole now. He managed two and widened them before slipping them out.

“I can take it.”

Behind, Jimin’s amused chuckle breaks the tension. “It’s okay, we can try again another time.”

“N-no,” you say, craning your head back. “I want to try.”

This is one of those things that you’ve been warming up to. Still, it needed preparation and a slow descent. You hold Jungkook’s forearm, jutting your hips out to make it easier for Jimin. He’s on his back and his face is so red that you can’t help but find him cute. You feel Jimin’s cock rest on your lower back, heavy and wanting.

He kisses your spine and you feel drops of lube on your skin. It’s strange to feel this cool, jelly-like gloss. You sneak a look and you see Jimin fist his cock, coating it thoroughly. You were stubborn at first, saying that you’d be wet enough for both but they cautioned you. You never really needed lube much because you often got so aroused, it would be wet and messy in no time.

It’s not about that, we don’t want you to get hurt, we want you to enjoy it too, Jimin warned.

You should have reminded them to lay out a towel because it’s dripping now, and Jimin’s hands are slippery. You hum at the touch, this sticky-wet sensation mixing with your own slick arousal. Jimin spread your cheek, his hand on your ass is firm yet exploratory. He nestles his cock between your cheeks, dragging his hips to and fro, getting himself wet.

“Jimin,” you whine, all pent up.

“I want to make sure you’re relaxed,” he parries.

You palm Jungkook instead and he throws his head back. You’re plenty relaxed but they haven’t come once and the strain in his neck might be a tell of his frustration. Jimin pushes the head of his cock in and your hold on Jungkook stutters to a halt. The muscle gives and accepts Jimin and you hold your breath. Jimin repeats this, going deeper each time and the lube drips down the inside of your thighs.

Jungkook sighs as you gain some confidence, twisting your wrist, letting him fuck your hand.

“W-wait,” he protests and you stop. His brows are furrowed and his breathing is shallow.

“You want me to stop?”

“I-I’ll come too soon,” he says through gritted teeth. “And I want to come inside you.”

The confession heats up your body. You think up a retort but instead give a short cry as Jimin pushes his cock in halfway. The stretch burns for a second before your body accommodates him. Your body drops down in submission, forehead on Jungkook's shoulder. He swipes his hand up and cups the nape of your neck.

“Okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathe, shoulder blades tense. “Min?”

Jimin, on the other hand, is tense. He’s stiffened up behind you and isn’t moving at all. You glance back and his eyes are glassy, focused on where you’re both connected.

“Fuck, I can’t believe it,” he says. You encourage him by swaying your hips.

“Min, please.”

He snaps out of it and pulls out only to shove his cock back in. This time to the hilt. You tremble from the force until he builds up the pace, slamming back in and switching up to mid-length strokes. Then short, shallow fucks, almost humping you.

You gasp at the change in rhythm, you moan against Jungkook’s mouth as he kisses you desperately. Somewhere in that, you know he wants in on it too.

Sometimes, you’re clenching too tightly to let Jimin in fully but his moans don't signal any discomfort or protest. He’s not fucking you hard enough to see stars but he is going at a pace that makes you lift your feet off the bed, position unsteady and relying on Jungkook to balance you. You slide your knees closer, as much as it can be allowed. You feel Jimin’s arm strap you in the middle and drag you up and away from Jungkook. You gasp at the new angle, this pleasure morphing into something intense. Jimin goes harder this time, slapping up his hips and you hear his guttural groans, feel him getting wilder. It doesn’t hurt now. The burn is glazed over by the pleasure. You watch Jungkook watching you.

It’s surreal.

Jimin hugs you to his chest and slides his hand down. His fingers find your clit and you feel yourself gushing. You realise you’re wet because Jimin is fucking your ass.

“Fuck, the both of you look so hot,” Jungkook groans. He’s fucking his hand, his thick cock slicking up the web of his fingers. Your muscles tense, twisting in Jimin’s hold as he strums your clit.

“G-gonna,” you gasp, nails digging into Jimin’s forearm. He grabs your breast and pinches your nipple and you unravel suddenly, body tensing up and clenching around Jimin in this unforgiving grip. It’s a rhythmic spasm that gets you both, Jimin’s teeth baring themselves on the jut of your neck and shoulder and he growls into his release. Jungkook moans as he raises himself up, rests the head of his cock in the wet gape of your cunt, his hand squeezing his shaft. The squelching wet noises coupled with the constant friction against your pussy makes you moan loudly as his hand pumps up and down. You rub at your clit as he comes and your breath topples out of you as you’re propped up between them, delirious and shaking from the overwhelming sensations.

Jungkook rasps a strangle groan when he comes, adding to the mess of lube and slick. Your legs almost give out if not for Jimin’s strong hold against your body. As Jungkook settles back onto the bed, Jimin lets go and you follow him down. You all lie down, listening to the thud of your hearts. You kiss Jimin wetly, hands grasping his arm as he nudges his nose against yours.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “Felt good.”

Sensing Jungkook’s sulk, you part your legs just as his fingers find your dripping pussy. He slides two inside and groans at the hot heat which spasms around him. Your body radiates heat and a fine sheen of sweat makes your skin shine. You cup Jungkook’s cheek and shower him with kisses, equal in your affection.

You wonder how long it’ll be like this, stuck in a pleasure-loop. Endless and enchanting.

Jungkook rubs his nose against yours. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

Jimin gently pushes your knees out, your thighs spread and the cool air brushes your pussy. Jungkook’s hands support the back of your knees. It’s midnight somewhere but it’s in the early hours of the morning in Seoul. You haven’t left the bed apart from to drink water or have some food.

Jungkook sighs at the way you spasm around him. Three orgasms in, you’re floating.

This approach might have been a better solution rather than being on all fours. Besides, Jimin’s eyes shine with something playful.

“You ready for me, hm?”

You muster some sort of defense, but all that comes out is “yeah, please.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow as he smiles, obviously amused by you. He takes his fingers out and thumbs your perineum. You shiver.

“So good, taking Jeonggukie and me.”

“Y-you’re not inside yet,” you pout, legs instinctively closing when he hovers his cock on your slit. He tuts and angles the head to gather your slick, coating his shaft in a lewd display of taking his time. He taps your clit to finish and you kick your leg up. Jungkook soothes you by rubbing the backs of your thighs.

You roll your hips up, writhing in their hold.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, getting carried away. Jimin gropes at your waits, leaning down and close. He hesitates.

“I won’t move,” Jungkook adds, “we have to be careful and avoid tearing.”

That takes you out of the headspace for a minute.

“Tearing?”

“Small chance,” Jimin says.

You drop your head against Jungkook’s chest, “I won’t.”

Jimin kisses your forehead, distracting you momentarily as he glides in. The sound you make sounds like you’re choking and it cuts through the air in the room.

Immediately you hear -

“Are you okay?” From Jungkook and then a “shall I pull out?” From Jimin.

You clamp around them both and it seems that what threat was on the horizon comes and swoopes down. You clutch at Jimin’s wrist and Jungkook’s thighs tense from the effort of not moving at all. He places a shaking hand on Jungkook’s hip for the minute, grinding his cock inside you.

“Fuck,” you sob. You underestimated just being between them like this has worked you up so when Jimin finally finds a rhythm and makes enough space for Jungkook to move, you come and a hard stream of squirt pushes Jimin out.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m -”

Jimin crashes his lips against yours, tongue sliding and lapping you up. Jungkook sounds like he’s going through it and it almost makes you laugh if not for the shock of the fact that they made you squirt just by being inside at the same time. Your back arches and it presses Jungkook deeper inside you, seated in a way that melts your insides and you throw your hands behind your head, trying in vain to kiss him too.

Distracted for the moment, you don’t realise that Jimin’s fingers enter you and you shudder at the sudden pressure. It’s like being stuffed again which means that you’re not allowed to come down from your last orgasm. Jimin’s fingers curl like he’s teasing something out of you, this upward pressure inside you and you let out a breathy grunt, unh, ah, ahn -

“Jimin, wait, it feels like I have to -”

His arm muscles are tense as he ramps it up. The look he gives you is so piercing that you’re struck with it. Jungkook groans behind you as he thrusts his hips upwards.

“You’re so wet,” Jimin groans, “can you hear it?”

You huff out a panting breath, eyes fluttering shut. He’s right. It’s audible and obscene. Loud enough to send a wash of heat on your abdomen. Everything is so sticky and slick and you reel from their attention.

“Let go,” Jimin breathes out, kissing your temple. He strokes fast inside and you pulse from your cunt. They aren’t even touching your clit and it’s as if you’re a live wire. You claw at Jungkook’s arm, hissing as he takes and takes. You wonder how it’s possible to be like this without it being so much. Jimin lets the feeling build, so expert in your body, in what makes you feel good.

Jungkook gasps from behind, “let go.”

Your head drops back and your body tenses, Jimin keeps stroking and you do let go, pushing out a clear stream and soaking his arm.

“Ah -” you gasp, shocked at the sight, trying to shut your legs but Jungkook is thrusting upwards while Jimin doesn’t stop fucking into your open pussy making you squirt again, a small splash that becomes a crude spray as Jungkook’s hips stutter to a halt. His groan vibrates against your skin as he comes inside you, hips shoving up as if he’s digging deeper. It’s so warm and wet that it startles you that you’re plugged up like this. And Jimin, just as affected, slips his fingers out of you only to rub your clit and you moan loudly, turning your head to the side. Jungkook nudges his nose in your hair, his breath fanning over your cheek. Exhausted and sated.

“C-can’t,” you gasp, as Jimin coaxes more warm splashes, until you hear your own hoarse voice. “Please.”

Jimin stops and the flat of his fingers rests on your soaked cunt. You blink, feeling some tears gather in your eyes. Overwhelmed is an understatement. You meet Jimin’s gaze and look down at his strained cock, you reach for him and he leans into your touch. It doesn't take much to make him come and when he does, he shudders under your touch, kissing you to muffle his groans.

You smile into the kiss and moan in time as Jungkook slips out of you.

When things settle, you feel so hot all over and messy below the waist. It’s as if you can still feel them inside, you turn your head against the pillow and moan softly, tilting your hips and feeling their come trickling down.

They’re out of breath when they ask if you want more and you seriously consider it.

Your pussy throbs and you’re still mindless but with an urge to come again but instead, you turn over and lift your hips up every so slightly. You don’t see what’s happening behind but their panicked noises behind you causes you to peer over your shoulder.

“What does it look like?” You ask, genuine in your curiosity. Something thick and wet leaks from you, down the swollen folds of your pussy, onto the sheets. You wait until you meet their eyes and blink as if coming across as innocent.

Jungkook shakes his head and Jimin laughs. They dive down with roaming fingers, like they can’t get enough.

“Do you think he’s really dead?”

You shrug, “I mean, he did disintegrate and gave his soul to Rumi, I think that’s pretty final.”

Jimin chuckles, the short strands of his hair tickling your chin. “C’mon, there must be a sequel in the works.”

Jungkook is moving animatedly, phone in hand. A tribute to ‘Soda Pop’ in his own world. You can’t help but grin; he’s shirtless in loose sweats and helplessly handsome. The muscles on his back shift, they become more pronounced in the low light, tempting you further especially with the new ink taking over his scapula area.

“It’s not like that,” Jimin instructs, getting up (but not before kissing your temple) and standing in front of Jungkook. Jimin squints at Jungkook’s phone, some tiktok they found. The song loops and the small figures are caught in an endless cycle of catchy pop. They start off where the chorus is and Jimin gets to the right of Jungkook.

“Like this,” Jimin says, lifting his right shoulder and then his left. You just know Jungkook’s pouting even though you’re only seeing the back of his head.

“I know that part,” Jungkook complains, but follows Jimin nonetheless. You watch them work out the positioning then fine tune the movements.

After a while, you decide to get up and join them.

“How about this?” You volunteer, getting over your embarrassment of having two-left feet. Jimin makes space for you, giggling already.

“What? I’m trying!”

Jungkook joins in the laughter, although it’s not with any malice. “Okay, here, it’s like you’re pumping the air, okay, good.”

You manage the transition smoothly, albeit slower. Jimin pitches in and helps you with the hand movements.

“So many hand movements,” you say, twisting your wrist and opening your palm.

Jungkook nods, “okay! You want to be at the center?”

You raise your eyebrows, “you’re giving me Jinu?”

Jimin is already laughing, “c’mon, Jeongguk-ah, we know you want to.”

Jungkook’s ears turn three shades red, “I mean, I don’t mind…”

You realise that you craved moments like these with them. That it’s been a really long time since you last saw them relax and participate in something that had little to no stakes. The movie was released a couple of days after their enlistment period ended and the poster caught your eye. It captured a lot of the things that made them laugh and point to scenes that they related to.

Once their mini-practice session finished, you propped your phone up on the console and filmed a bit. Harmless but sweet and only for your eyes.

In the end, they kissed your cheek and gave you the center position.

Your heart was so full, it could burst.

Evening descends on the city once more and the panoramic views sweep along the length of the apartment with the curtain not being in the way. It’s so ordinary that the memory burns. Hanging out and watching films, eating less but frequently. Waking up whenever and wearing whatever. It’s easy like this.

Jimin turns up the volume while Jungkook appears with a bluetooth mic. He squints at the buttons complaining about his eyesight. When he looks up, he looks at you.

“What song?”

You grin and join them.

The HYBE building glimmers under the summer sun. You look up while shielding your eyes from the glare.

There were cranes framing either side. Noisy construction mingled with the everyday traffic. This repetitive machinised noise, almost drilling into your head. It grew louder and louder until -

“Aish, Jeonggukk-ah,” Jimin groans, scrubbing his face. You blink up at the source of noise, while, up until you woke up, were nearby drills at the foot of their company building.

Jungkook’s mouth is half open as he snores loudly.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and reach to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. He stirs but doesn’t wake. Jimin flicks Jungkook’s forehead, clicking his tongue. Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, content in his slumber.

“I wasn’t kidding when I told you that I dreamt of construction sites for two weeks straight because of his snoring.”

“You guys must’ve had a hard time there.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything but his quiet is a tell.

Jungkook nuzzles against your palm as you card your fingers through his hair. He’s warm and calm. It took a couple of days for either of them to bridge the gap between the dissonance they experienced. Of being back and resuming their lives. It’s a different kind of pause. The kind that’s played out in harsh weather and sparse accommodation rather than the walls of their home.

“We had something to look forward to though,” Jimin finally says.

He leans and kisses you, his body is warm from sleep and you feel his muscles shift under your touch. He’s so cute these days, his face is plumper and he really looks well rested. Jungkook has always been soft around the edges but he carries himself with an assuredness that you’ve never experienced before.

“You know, each time I was stationed with the artillery, when we had to sleep in those cabins, I’d read over the letters you sent.”

You feel your ears burn. Over the year and a half you managed to send letters to both of them. Some were pages long detailing your day, others were brief and reflected how your days were often in the same cyclic rhythm. When they unpacked earlier, they brought out their stacks tied neatly with an orange, glitter ribbon.

“I’d read those and eat the food that Jungkook prepared and I’d be content. And then before I knew it, it was the next day. I lived like that for a while.”

Hearing that made your heart ache. Jimin was no stranger to hard work but being away and enlisting was something he really wanted to turn away from. It wasn’t that he felt exempted but he felt like he had to give up his control. You brush the shorter strands of his hair with your fingers.

“And I don’t know why one week felt like a month but it did,” Jimin murmurs. You felt a pang of sadness at the strange nature of time. How time warps and stretches or feels like nothing at all. But, as it often does, these realisations revealing themselves in retrospect, being reunited doesn’t feel real either. As if you need even more time to savour it. Instead you say what’s been on your mind ever since they came back, not in uniform but in the clothes you’re familiar with, albiet with shorter hair and plumper cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re home. Both of you.”

When he smiles, his eyes light up. “Me too.”

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