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hungline · 4 years

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I saw ur post abt taking prompts. Idk if you can do this but on @hybridfanfictions blog their most popular post was about a bee hybrid fic one and I though it was rlly cool....

honeycomb for a heart

pairing: yoonminjoonseok

genre: fluff, light angst, hybrid au, rated pg13

warnings: trans male character, mentioned misgendering and transphobia

a/n: hi anon! so i saw the queen bee prompt by @hybridfanfiction and instantly fell in love with it. sorry this took so long to do, but i hope you like it regardless! title is taken from rupi kaur’s “the sun and her flowers” btw!

words: 1402

summary: Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

+ tag list: @jooneos @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @roseyjongdae @reeneryu @joonsvalentine @smoochkook ✨

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Technically (legally, he means), he is a Queen Bee in name only. It didn’t matter if he petitioned to be listed as a King Bee instead, in the government’s eyes, Yoongi is and always will be Min Yoonji.

He doesn’t let that get to him though. Yoonji was a fine name and he liked it and all the special attention he garnered at first, but then his Queen Bee died. After that, he began wearing his late father’s clothes and went exclusively as Yoongi.

Bee hybrids aren’t rare, but they are uncommon. The only bee hybrids Yoongi has ever met were his mom and his uncle who soon passed after their Queen did. Knowing this, Yoongi was certain of the fact that even if he did meet another bee hybrid, they wouldn’t want to build a hive with him. Bees need their Queens. For bees, females are the ones with all the power while men are simply meant to worship and follow their stead.

Some days, that knowledge alone makes Yoongi want to crawl right out of his skin because he knows that his assigned gender at birth isn’t what he actually is, but it will be the reason he never gets to experience love and the special bond of a hive. Other days, it’s a burden he is able to carry without strain. And on every other day, Yoongi focuses on his garden, on the hives he keeps to produce honey with regular bees and the nursery business he inherited from his uncle.

He has decided to expand recently though, deadset on opening up a honey themed cafe he hopes will have more humans interested in bees. Maybe there will be a surge of requests for more bee hybrids to be made or maybe some will even walk right into his cafe and instantly want him to be their King. He’s heard of the stories on the internet after all. How all it takes for bees is one look to know who their true Queen is. It isn’t that far-fetched of an idea for him and a bee to exchange glances before the bee gives their loyalty to him.

(A bee could dream anyway.)

As a result, Yoongi had contacted an accountant that Seokjin, a panther hybrid he went to school with, highly recommended to him. His business card introduced him as Jung Hoseok, the sunnier half of the MonoHope partners and Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to do further research on him before reaching out. They had exchanged emails for the better part of the week and today was when Hoseok, along with his partner, would finally meet with Yoongi in person to hash out the main aspect of Yoongi’s desired business plan and expected profit. Yoongi was sitting at the table in his favorite nursery, checking the ledgers and running through the numbers once more while waiting for the two to arrive, pen tapping lightly against his lips.

Yoongi became so engrossed in his task that he was distracted enough to miss the texts Hoseok had sent him and regretted that as soon as the door creaks open and Yoongi shoots up out of his chair, eyes flickering towards the three figures suddenly entering the nursery.

It takes Yoongi a moment to realize that the men in front of him are bee hybrids who are incredibly attractive. Their antennae are long and the wings are thick, the fuzz on their heads closer to gold than yellow. Instincts that he hasn’t felt in a long time begin to build within him, running through his veins and make his heart pump with anticipation. His own wings start to flutter, antennae twitching as a mantra of hive, hive, hive starts up in his head.

He is able to ignore those instincts though when Yoongi realizes that more than a few minutes have passed with no one speaking a word. The three men standing before him just won’t stop staring at him and he’s beginning to feel nervous and self-conscious about himself when the tallest of the three drops his suitcase and bows down to him.

“My King,” he says, his voice rough.

Yoongi doesn’t even have the time to react before the other two men follow suit, bowing and murmuring a quiet, “My King.”

They stand back up slowly, eyes roaming all over him and before where Yoongi felt anxious under their gazes, he feels nothing but warmth now. They know that he is a Queen Bee, but they called him King anyway. No one except Seokjin has ever acknowledged that without being prompted. And yet, these three perfect strangers felt what only a bee could and paired it with what they saw before they gave their fealty to Yoongi properly.

Yoongi steps forward, steeling himself. He has a hive now, these three are his hive and he isn’t about to let them go.

“What are your names?” he croaks, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

The tallest smiles at him though, bowing again before he says, “Kim Namjoon, at your service, my King.”

Yoongi wants to tell him not to bow, to treat him like he would anybody else, but those instincts he ignored earlier are back at full force and will not allow that.

“Jung Hoseok, at your service, my King,” the man beside Namjoon introduces himself, smiling after he has straightened from his bow. “We exchanged emails, but it’s very nice to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”

Again, Yoongi wants to speak up and tell Hoseok that he need not bother with the official titles, but his instincts fight him and Yoongi decides to give in because he knows a losing battle when he sees one. He focuses on the last man to introduce himself instead, head tilted to the side in confusion. He’s pretty sure Hoseok didn’t mention bringing someone other than Namjoon with him for their appointment.

“And who might you be?” Yoongi asks, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice gentle when the short man startles slightly and flushes under his gaze.

“Park Jimin, at your service, my King,” Jimin replies, hesitant and obviously nervous, but his voice is steady and Yoongi finds himself smiling over the fact that he didn’t bow like the other two. “Hobi-hyung invited me along because he wanted a banker’s perspective on your plan. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“I see,” Yoongi says with a nod. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for coming.”

Yoongi bites his lip, hands twisting together in front of him as he looks over these three men who know nothing about him but are now his anyway. “Are you certain this is what you want? All of you?”

“Of course,” Hoseok answers immediately. “You are our King.”

“But wouldn’t you prefer a Queen?” Yoongi cannot help but ask, wondering why he is questioning this so much. “You must know that I’m not… that. I will never be a Queen.”

Namjoon steps forward then and holds his arms out hesitantly. Yoongi stares at his hands for a moment before he takes them in his own, drawing closer. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi can see Hoseok and Jimin approaching as well but keeps his primary focus on Namjoon in front of him.

“We’ve gone our whole lives without a Queen,” Namjoon says this so matter of factly that Yoongi can only blink up at him in surprise and a bit of awe if he is going to be truthful. A worker bee growing up without a Queen? That’s traumatic, to say the least. “Now we have found a King and we do not intend to let you go, Your Majesty. Don’t you want to start a hive with us?”

And damn it, when Namjoon looks at him like that with his eyes huge and imploring, how is Yoongi even meant to say no?

So Yoongi nods and tilts his head up, accepting the chaste kiss Namjoon presses to his mouth before striding towards Hoseok and doing the same. Jimin surprises him by stepping forward when Yoongi has pulled away from Hoseok, sweeping him into his arms and giving him the filthiest kiss Yoongi has ever received in his life. It leaves him reeling, his wings fluttering and face warm as they separate.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

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hungline · 5 years

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big bed, bigger hearts

pairing: namtaegi genre: fluff, mild smut, uni au, slice of life, rated pg15 warnings: mild sexual content, making out, dry humping words: 950

summary: On a day where Taehyung should be finishing up his project, Yoongi and Namjoon discover that their boyfriend is hot when he’s mad.

"Hey, don't you have a project due?"

Taehyung looks up from his computer to see Yoongi and Namjoon standing at his door. He smiles, beckoning them inside and tilts his head up to receive the kisses both men are pressing to his lips in greeting. Taehyung turns back to his computer and does his best to drive off the enemy team.

"I do, but Jeonggukkie needed help in comp so I hopped online to play a few rounds with him," Taehyung says, answering Namjoon's earlier question. "I needed a break anyway. I might have gone crazy."

Yoongi snorts, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits down on Taehyung's bed, pouting when Namjoon sits on the beanie bag instead of next to him. "Aren't you already crazy?"

Taehyung smirks at his screen, victory singing in his veins after blasting another enemy dumb enough to get in front of his tank hero. "Crazy about you two, babe."

Namjoon giggles from the bean bag but instantly quiets when Yoongi shoots him with a glare. "Tae, that wasn't even smooth."

"Sure, whatever you say, hyung," Taehyung shoots over his shoulder, groaning when a sniper takes to aiming then shooting at him while his attention was elsewhere. "Just gimme a sec to finish this round and then I'll get back to my project."

Yoongi shrugs and Namjoon smiles at him, winking at the eldest when he turns to stare at him instead of Taehyung's back. Yoongi shakes his head and beckons him forward, his thighs parting of their own accord when Namjoon stands and makes his way towards Taehyung's bed. Taehyung yells something out, fingers pressing crazily into the keyboard, practically smashing all his keys as he avoids a grenade and positions himself quickly in front of the payload his team is supposed to protect. Yoongi shakes his head at him and sighs, almost forgetting that Namjoon is standing in between his thighs until Namjoon pushes his chest and Yoongi finds himself flat on his back on Taehyung's bed.

Namjoon clambers on top of him then, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's collarbone and Yoongi leans into it, glad that he'd locked Taehyung's door before stepping in since Jimin always had a habit of never knocking before he entered Taehyung's room. Namjoon nestles himself into Yoongi, bringing his attention back to the younger and they both jump when Taehyung jumps from his desk, yelling angrily into the tiny microphone of his earphones.

"Push the fucking payload! Mercy, please, please, please do your job and heal someone already!" Taehyung's voice is deep and loud, making Yoongi and Namjoon gasp as their bodies immediately begin to respond.

An angry Taehyung is hot.

Taehyung respawns then and furiously makes his way back to the payload, shooting anyone who gets in the way of his wrath. Yoongi laughs when Taehyung dies again just as he's finally reached the rest of his teammates and Taehyung spins on the spot, about to say something he'd probably regret before he notices the position Namjoon has Yoongi in. Namjoon laughs then too because Taehyung's pouts are just too cute not to and Yoongi decides that they may as well rile up the youngest even more.

Namjoon's lips are soft and firm against Yoongi's and when he peeks an eye open to look in Taehyung's direction, he's pleased to see that the game is finally over and Taehyung is exiting out of it as quickly as he can. As soon as he's pressed "Exit", Taehyung rushes to his bed and crowds into his boyfriends' space, pressing a kiss to Namjoon's nape while his fingers tangle into Yoongi's hair. Yoongi moans when Taehyung tugs just a little harsher than necessary and finds that both of his boyfriends are looking at him with devilish glints in their eyes and Yoongi isn't sure if that's a good thing, per se, but he'll take it.

"Teases," Taehyung murmurs before he leans down to kiss Yoongi, turning afterward to kiss Namjoon as well. "I was almost done with the game you know."

"We know," Namjoon replies steadily, a flush working its way across his cheeks. "It's just..."

"Just?" Taehyung asks, one brow arched in question.

Yoongi tugs Taehyung back down and kisses him fiercely, rolling his hips up into Namjoon's so that no one is left out and when they break apart, he whispers what Namjoon couldn't say. "It's just that you're hot when you're mad. Can't blame us for your game though."

"No, I suppose not," Taehyung murmurs thoughtfully. And then he smiles, a smile that makes Yoongi's insides churn with sluggish delight. "I can blame you for my attention being held somewhere else though. Not that I would, but I could."

Yoongi laughs, letting his hands creep under both of his boyfriends' shirts and trails his fingers up and down their backs. Namjoon groans at the touch, always having been more sensitive than the three of them put together. Taehyung smiles endearingly at him, something sweet and wholesome in his grin before he's pressing a kiss to Namjoon's nose then attacking Yoongi's throat and sucking a harsh hickey into the skin there without any sort of preamble at all. Yoongi moans again, his hips bucking up once more and Namjoon keens, his hands grasping onto the sheets by Yoongi's head desperately as he tries to kiss Taehyung's shoulder.

It's messy and doesn't make much sense, but out of the three of them, Taehyung has the biggest bed and Yoongi finds that he really needs to invest into a bigger mattress when Taehyung has them both under him later, Namjoon's thighs underneath Yoongi's ass, and shows them just how much they can distract him, willingly or not.

#namtaegi #namgi #taegi #vmon #thekimlinenet #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #kwritersworldnet #btsguild #betareadernet #bts #fluff #drabble #p:ot3 #p:yoongi/namjoon/taehyung #d:bbbh #m: fic

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hungline · 5 years

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for you, i’d give up my happiness

pairings: one-sided yoonkook, namyoonjin, jeongguk x lee jieun (iu), minor jihope genre: angst, for you mv au, rated pg15 warnings: implied sexual content, pining (lots and lots of it), swearing a/n: written for @dimp1ejeon as part of @yoonkooknetwork‘s yoonkook fic exchange 2018 words: 2820

summary: The boys all get together to help Jeongguk save up to go visit his girlfriend and Yoongi is the only reluctant one because he's actually in love with Jeongguk, but doesn't want to get in the way of his happiness.

“You know, if you just had the guts to tell the kid how you feel years ago, you wouldn't be in the position you’re in now, Yoongichi,” Seokjin finishes saying after knocking back another shot of tequila.

He’s on his third glass now and by the fifth, Yoongi knows that's when Seokjin will finally start exhibiting the drunk symptoms he is fighting off at the moment. Yoongi is still nursing his first bottle of soju which is strange even for him, but he does not want to get too drunk before he guides them home tonight since Seokjin definitely cannot do it himself. Except now, Yoongi wishes he were drunk. At least then, he could ignore the jab that Seokjin’s words delivered straight to his heart.

"Hyung, you're drunk," Yoongi mumbles back, his head bowed over his drink.

"Not yet," Seokjin scoffs and leans back on his stool, waving for the bartender to come over and top his glass off again. "You should get drunk though. Would make you feel tons better."

Yoongi rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his soju, thinking of all the ways Namjoon and Hoseok would rip him a new one if he let Seokjin find his own way back home tonight. "I feel fine. Just peachy. You, on the other hand, are not allowed to have anything else to drink, hyung."

The bartender has made it to them now and is staring at them with boredom clear on his face. Yoongi is aware that the bartender knows better than to listen to a drunk person instead of someone who is sober and accompanying the said drunk person. Seokjin groans as the bartender moves back towards the other end of the bar and serves his other patrons while Yoongi merely shrugs and pulls money out of his wallet. He winces as he thumbs through the bills while thinking of the reason he should be saving all the money he can get his hands on and lays them on the bar before he grabs Seokjin's elbow and pulls them towards the exit.

Seokjin complains the entire way but allows Yoongi to lead them back to their apartment anyway. They both take extra care to not disturb the younger couple, Hoseok and Jimin, who are passed out on the couch and then gratefully collapse in their beds and stare at each other across the dark expanse of their room. Yoongi knows that there is something on the tip of Seokjin's tongue, but he also knows that whatever it is, Seokjin does not have enough courage to say it right now.

So, to save them both some decency and embarrassment, Yoongi turns over until he is facing the wall and does not look over his shoulder as he mumbles, "Night, hyung."

He forces his eyes shut and does not move as he tries to trick his body into falling asleep. Seokjin has not answered him and Yoongi thinks he might already be asleep, but something that he cannot pinpoint tells him otherwise.

Yoongi does not know how much time has passed, but he is no closer to sleep than he was hours ago when Seokjin suggested they go out and drink. Seokjin's breathing is even on the other side of the room and Yoongi wants to roll over until he is facing his hyung again, but he refrains and decides to lay still instead as he focuses on clearing his mind. Eventually, sleep decides to befall him but before Yoongi can let it take him, he hears Seokjin whisper something that he can barely hear in his sleep befuddled daze.

It's faint and Yoongi vaguely recognizes it yet he has no time to ponder over the words as he finally drifts off into sleep.

Goodnight, Yoongichi. You deserve more.

Jeongguk is a ball of restless energy which Yoongi, in all the years that he has known him, has never been able to make sense of at all.

Especially now that Jeongguk is working an odd number of part-time jobs that leave him with little to no time for his studies and sleeping. Yoongi absolutely needs his sleep, no matter how often he debunks that statement by staying up late most nights. Of course, it really shouldn't surprise him either considering Jeongguk is just amazing in that sense.

Well, in every sense really, but that seems to be Yoongi's personal opinion since none of their other friends think this. Except for Jeongguk's girlfriend anyway, but she isn't Yoongi's friend really.

Not that Yoongi cares much for Jieun anyway.

She's pretty, obviously, and Jeongguk is madly in love with her, but Yoongi has never really gotten the appeal that Jeongguk has towards her. Jieun is a few months younger than Yoongi and lives in the states for school so the last time Yoongi saw her was two Christmases ago when she was able to come and visit. Yoongi doesn't know how Jeongguk can put up with it, but Yoongi does know that he does it because he loves her and it bugs him.

Though, of course, that's probably because Yoongi is madly in love with Jeongguk.

Everyone except Jeongguk himself seems to know this fact, even Jieun. She has never been malicious or rude to Yoongi for it though and it is because she has been so nice to him and so well to Jeongguk that Yoongi cannot say that he completely hates or likes her either. It's more of a feeling of indifference actually, no matter how often Jimin rolls his eyes whenever Yoongi tries to push this point to him.

Jieun is sweet and well-mannered, no doubt, but Yoongi's feelings for Jeongguk tend to hold him back a lot.

Especially now, with Jeongguk jumping on his couch as he continues to count out the money laying across Yoongi's coffee table at the moment. Yoongi wants to push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead as he laughs under his breath and tells Jeongguk to calm down, but they are friends and friends don't do that (and no, Taehyung and Jimin do not count, Namjoon, thank you very much). So Yoongi sits on his hands and leans forward to watch Jeongguk's hands move, unsure of what to say or do that won't trip him up in front of who he's sure is the love of his life.

"Hyung, I think I might have enough for the plane ticket soon!" Jeongguk shouts, jumping up onto the couch as he throws a few bills over his head.

Yoongi laughs despite himself and bends down to pick up the money from the floor before he hands it back to a slightly embarrassed Jeongguk. "That's great, Jeonggukkie."

And it is great, for Jeongguk at least.

This heavy and dark feeling curling in the pit of his stomach could never be a great feeling for Yoongi, no matter for how long he may live. Not as long as he is in love with Jeongguk.

"Do you think she'll be happy to see me, hyung? Really?" Jeongguk asks then, his voice shaking and Yoongi looks up, not knowing what to expect when he stares at the younger.

Jeongguk is biting his lip and counting the money again, obviously nervous. Yoongi wants to put his arms around Jeongguk and reassure him that even if Jieun isn't happy to see him, at least Yoongi will be.

Yoongi will always be happy to see Jeongguk.

But, instead, Yoongi finds himself shooting Jeongguk a calm grin as he says, "Of course, Jeonggukkie. Who wouldn't be?"

The smile that spreads across Jeongguk's face knocks the very breath out of Yoongi's lungs and he is left gaping at the younger while he turns back and recounts his money once more.

"Does he really have no idea?"

Yoongi shrugs, staring at Namjoon's tv while it plays some rom-com that neither of them is very interested in. He had come over earlier hoping that some time away from his own apartment would do him some good, but Namjoon has never been great at distracting Yoongi from his problems. So really, it's Yoongi's fault for thinking something might have changed since the last time he and Namjoon hung out like this.

"And to think, I thought Jeongguk was the second smartest one in our bunch," Namjoon mutters to himself, then lifts his arms up defensively in front of his chest when Yoongi tries smacking him. "It's the truth and you know it, hyung!"

"Shut up, Joon-ah."

"Make me," Namjoon retorts, turning his body towards Yoongi in what is clearly an invitation.

Yoongi stares at him, taking in the younger's flushed cheeks from the soju they had been drinking before, and, of course, Namjoon is attractive, but Yoongi does not think now would be a great time for him and Namjoon to jump into bed. Especially not with the way Namjoon has been eyeing Seokjin lately, something that Yoongi cannot deny is similar to how he has been looking at Jeongguk ever since his twenty-first birthday three years ago. Seokjin obviously knows that Namjoon is interested in him because he can be idiot half the time, but he is not blind . Yoongi doesn't even want to know why exactly Seokjin has not returned the interest, but sleeping with Namjoon would not solve any of that and would only further complicate things.

How Yoongi hates Hoseok and Jimin even more at this moment simply because there are no doubts when it comes to their own established relationship.

Except, Namjoon's thigh is pressed tightly against Yoongi's own and the warmth coming from the younger man's body is almost too much for him to bear. Maybe he should, just for the sake of doing it.

"Too tired," Yoongi says even as he shifts around on the couch and swings his legs around so he can climb onto Namjoon's lap. "You do all the work."

Namjoon lays his hands on Yoongi's waist and grins when Yoongi pushes his hands lower until they are holding his ass. "I'll do all the work, hyung. Let me take care of you tonight."

It is such an awful idea but when Namjoon squeezes his ass and practically shoves his tongue down Yoongi's throat, Yoongi finds that he really does not give two fucks about the shitshow this is going to start when he wakes up wrapped in Namjoon's warmth tomorrow morning.

Yoongi wakes up to Seokjin standing over him, a disapproving look on his face as his phone blares loudly in the background.

"You're late for work," Seokjin says simply once he sees that Yoongi has opened his eyes.

That alone is enough to rush Yoongi into action as he almost tumbles out of bed and starts changing right there in front of Seokjin. Seokjin tsks at him but turns off his phone's alarm and ruffles Yoongi's hair as he leaves their room. Yoongi growls at him as he goes and finishes getting ready, running to the bathroom to throw water on his face and to gargle mouthwash since he doesn't have enough time to brush his teeth. He grabs his helmet from the coat rack near their door and grabs a piece of toast off Hoseok's plate that the younger man barely makes an effort to get mad at him for.

Yoongi runs down the stairs and hops onto his mo-ped and speeds to work. He swerves in out of the few cars that manage to get in his way and earns many honks for his trouble but, thankfully, arrives to work barely on time because of his speeding. His boss rolls his eyes at him and Yoongi clocks in as he waits to take the first delivery out.

He never knew people ordered pizza so early in the morning, but Seokjin is still making fun of him for the three hickeys Namjoon left two days ago that barely peek past the collar of his shirt so Yoongi doesn't have any room to judge people.

He does get to judge them for treating him like their maid when he takes their pizza and they shove a trash bag back at him, telling him to leave it by the curb. It isn't his job to do this nor is he obligated to by anything else, but if they call the pizza place and lie about the condition the pizza was in when it arrived, he could get fired.

Yoongi might hate this job, but it's extra money for Jeongguk's airplane ticket and he is not going to quit it just yet.

It was Yoongi's idea, to begin with, but the others had followed along anyway because they all care about Jeongguk and want him to be happy.

Namjoon had given him a weird look while Seokjin had given him one he couldn't understand in the slightest, but the rest of their friends had simply gone along with it and that was how all six of them ended up working shitty part-time jobs that they didn't need to begin with.

Hoseok and Jimin ended up working in the same restaurant, but Hoseok is a waiter and Jimin a busboy so they only get to see each other if they happen to have their breaks at the same time. Taehyung works at a convenience store near his and Jeongguk's place, but he doesn't like how often people come in wanting to pay him later for one simple piece of candy. Seokjin helps in a car wash that his uncle runs and Namjoon got a job at a gasoline station that he rants about often.

They are all busting their asses working two jobs (three in Namjoon's case) and rarely get any sleep, but when they get their paychecks and pull it all together, Yoongi is so relieved when Seokjin goes and buys the plane ticket for Jeongguk.

But Yoongi is more than relieved when it is Seokjin who presents the ticket to Jeongguk a few days later.

Jeongguk is speechless and he has no clue what to say, but he's staring at Seokjin like he just handed him his entire world and it hurts more than Yoongi can put into words just to witness. Imagine if it had been him who Jeongguk looked at like that? Yoongi would be utterly destroyed, just a smear upon the pavement that will never be able to take its own shape again.

To say he is heartbroken is an understatement, but he is still happy because Jeongguk is happy.

For now, that will have to be enough.

"You're pitiful, Min Yoongi," Seokjin snorts at him from his right.

Yoongi swats at his arm and leans more into Namjoon's warmth on his left to get as far away as possible from the elder. "Shut up, hyung. I'm sad."

Namjoon hums thoughtfully and Yoongi feels the sound vibrate against his skin. "You could still confess. I'm sure Jeongguk feels something for you. You've always been his favorite, hyung."

"Nah," Yoongi says without missing a beat, hoping that the uneven beating of his heart will better with time spent apart from Jeongguk. "He's happy."

"But you're not," Seokjin bites back, his hand now on Yoongi's thigh, "You deserve to be happy too, Yoongichi."

Yoongi only shrugs, not really caring about whether he's happy or not. That has never really mattered to him in the first place.

Namjoon lays his hand on Yoongi's other thigh, fingertips skimming towards his crotch. An electric shock travels straight to his dick and Yoongi hates the fact that he isn't even drunk right now to excuse how turned on he is between his two bigger and stronger and attractive friends. Seokjin joins Namjoon, quickly picking up where this is possibly leading to.

"We could make you forget," Namjoon whispers into his ear, tongue flicking out to trail down the shell of his ear and wracking a shiver down Yoongi's spine. "For a little while, at least."

Yoongi groans when Seokjin cups him through his jeans, his mouth already inching its way towards his own and this isn't going to solve everything, it might not solve a single thing, but Yoongi wants. He wants to forget the sound of Jeongguk's laugh and the way his hand feels in Yoongi's own. He wants Namjoon to kiss him silly while Seokjin gets his pants off and maybe even later they'll take turns having Yoongi, but right now, he wants to forget about Jeongguk.

He wants this.

So he leans back and relaxes into the couch as he nods his head, letting Seokjin and Namjoon do what they may. Anything is better than thinking of Jeongguk do this to Jieun right now.

Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow squished between the two, Yoongi will feel something stir in his chest as he looks upon their sleeping faces, but for right now, Yoongi is focused on getting his own pleasure for tonight.

(And many more nights to come.)

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hungline · 5 years

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blink and you’ll miss it

pairings: namtaegi, minor jihope genre: fluff, first date au, rated g warnings: none a/n: i had to re-post this bc tumblr wants to be an ass about asks, sigh. anyway, happy pride month! 🏳‍🌈 words: 537

summary: So maybe he’s a little unobservant when it comes to recognizing signs of people being interested in him, but Yoongi never thought he would miss something this jarring and obvious.

+ tag list: @dimplemono @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @ksjinandtonic

"You know when you asked me out, I didn’t think you’d both show up,” Yoongi breaks the silence with, his eyes on Taehyung.

Taehyung shrugs and nudges his elbow into Namjoon’s side, picking up one of the menus and using it to hide. “I already did the hard part. Now it’s Joon’s turn to do the same.”

Yoongi raises a brow at him and focuses on Namjoon when the bespectacled man clears his throat and threads his fingers together. “Well, hyung, we never made it a secret that we liked you.”

“If it wasn’t a secret, then why didn’t I know about it?” Yoongi asks.

Taehyung laughs from behind his menu and slaps it down on the tabletop. “Because you’re in denial.”

“Of what? I’m not in denial of anything!” Yoongi shoots back, frowning.

A waitress arrives then and they order their drinks, but as soon as she has left, Yoongi is back to glaring at the two men in front of him.

Namjoon sighs and waves his hands around, obviously nervous. “What Tae means is that you don’t like the idea of someone liking you, especially not two people, so you ignore all the signs and the flirting.”

“There was a lot of flirting,” Taehyung mentions dryly, grinning when Yoongi shoots him a withering look. “It’s true. Even Hoseok and Jimin got sick of our flirting with you.”

Yoongi winces. If that’s true then maybe Yoongi isn’t in denial, just blind. Hoseok and Jimin are the most disgustingly-in-love couple on this planet and if they were put off by the amount of affection others display then it absolutely had to be a lot. Which means that Yoongi is an idiot.

“Well, why didn’t you just tell outright? I hate that beating around the bush crap,” Yoongi mutters, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. “It’s not like I would have said no.”

Taehyung continues to grin, nudging Namjoon again as he returns to the menu. Namjoon is blushing and sweating and Yoongi softens, inhaling and exhaling large breaths to get his cool back.

“I don’t mind that you both showed up to this,” Yoongi starts with. “I just would have preferred both of you asking me instead of just Taehyung.”

Namjoon scratches the back of his head, but smiles, the blush on his face darkening. “I know, but I get tongue-tied whenever I thought about asking you, so Tae offered to do it alone. I thought he had told you that it was a date between the three of us, but I guess not.”

Both of the older men turn their gazes towards their Taehyung then, smiling when Taehyung only shrugs again and mutters something about why he has a thing for older men.

“You act like we’re ancient,” Yoongi grumbles.

“You are, but I can give Joon some wiggle room.”

Yoongi grumbles again, fighting back a smile as Namjoon bursts into laughter. Taehyung’s grin spreads until it reaches from ear to ear and Yoongi knows he never stood a chance.

He was going to say yes no matter who was asking him anyway, so it also doesn’t matter who showed up to the date. It just matters that they did.

And that’s enough for Yoongi.

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delights of december

pairings: taegikook, jihope, namjin genre: fluff, angst, xmas and new year’s eve au, rated m warnings: selective mute!jeongguk, mentions of past abuse, a panic attack, mild sexual content near the end a/n: written for @joonphases as part of the jihope bingo secret santa fic exchange of 2016! words: 6500

summary: Yoongi has a hard time dealing with his two boyfriends who act like children when it comes to the holidays, but he loves them regardless of how many Santas Taehyung had bought and demanded he set up in their yard. At least he has Jeongguk there to catch him if he falls.

Jimin is crap at feelings and doesn’t want to take a chance on love until there’s no way he can deny how he feels for the man who lights up his whole world with just one smile.

Namjoon just wants to wait before he and his husband take anymore big steps in their relationship. Although they always seem to be fighting, Namjoon is sure that he still loves the man he met all those years ago in primary school when they were both just kids.

Or, three relationships create friction at a Christmas party and things fall apart only so they can be put back together again.

If there was anything that Yoongi cherished most in the world, it was Taehyung and Jeongguk.

Because of this, it came as no surprise when Yoongi was seen on the roof of their newly-bought home setting up a row of seven Santa blow up dolls in the first few days of December. It didn’t matter that there was already ten identical Santa dolls scattered around the front yard accompanied by the occasional reindeer hooked up to sleighs either. If anyone had been paying attention to the two younger men decked out in ugly holiday sweaters and Christmas-themed hats who were holding the ladder which Yoongi was climbing, then they would in an instant understand why the house at the end of the block was decked out in over three hundred and seventy five thousand won worth in Christmas decorations.

“Hyung! Are you done yet?” Yoongi was only able to make out Taehyung’s voice below him because the younger had screeched out his question.

Yoongi cautiously approached the edge of the roof and scowled down at Taehyung whose ears were overshadowed by the large elf ears of his hat. “Almost. You know, I would’ve finished an hour ago if you and Gukkie-ah were up here with me and helped me set up these damn dolls, so unless you two are going to come up here, learn to be patient, Taehyung-ah!”

Jeongguk nervously bit his lip as Yoongi continued to lean over the edge of the roof, but he took a calming breath and pushed his Santa hat back so it covered his ears again when Taehyung’s hand came to rest on the small of his back, pulling him closer to the brown-haired man’s side.

“Hyung, could you just hurry up and get back down here? Gukkie-ah is getting anxious,” Taehyung shouted up at the eldest once more.

Yoongi’s scowl deepened. “You’re not the one who’s up here fixing these damn Santas.”

"And you’re not the one who’s dealing with a freaked out, panicking Jeongguk, hyung.” Taehyung added the honorific for the sake of his own benefit because he didn’t want to get throttled by a pissed off Yoongi.

“I’m almost done, alright? I just need to plug in the last Santa and then I’ll come down,” Yoongi’s tone of voice softened by a large margin when he directed his words towards the youngest whose large, doe eyes were blown wide from anxiety.

Jeongguk nodded, saying nothing, but the frown lines on his face disappearing spoke volumes. Yoongi gave his boyfriends a small smile before turning back to the last Santa Claus doll that he’d been busy setting up before Taehyung had interrupted him. His face felt numb due to the bite of the cold that he’d been enduring for the past three hours and his gloves had lost the battle against the snow about an hour or so earlier and now the cloth was drenched enough that he could barely feel his fingers. The squelch of his wet socks in his boots that sounded every time he took a step caused a sharp feeling of discomfort to ricochet through his nervous system. Yoongi did his best to ignore how weary he was feeling, but in all honesty, he just wanted to cuddle up on the couch with his two boyfriends, drink hot chocolate, and watch some dumb Christmas movie that Jeongguk had picked out to sate the need to celebrate their first Christmas spent together in the same home somehow. It didn’t help that Taehyung had planned a party for Christmas Eve and invited all their friends and neighbors. Yoongi sighed and quickly finished with the last Santa Claus of their almost endless supply that Taehyung had splurged on back in April when they were on sale at a yard sale in Busan.

“I’m coming down!” Yoongi shouted to the pair below. “Hold the ladder!”

With every step down, Yoongi felt his arms turn into jelly. His grip on the ladder was slipping, but he forced himself to latch on tightly anyway. He only began to loosen his grip when he was five feet up from the ground. He took another step down, slipped on the rung of the ladder, and almost got his foot caught in the rung below it in a position that definitely would have injured his ankle had Jeongguk not caught him as quickly as he did.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk’s voice was breathless, tight, and filled with worry.

Yoongi felt his hands roughly grasp onto the younger’s jacket. “Holy shit.”

“Are you alright? Hyung?” Taehyung appeared in Yoongi’s peripheral vision and the elder felt Taehyung’s large, smooth hands flutter all along his front, searching to soothe any injury that Yoongi might have gotten during his short fall.

“I’m fine. Nothing broken or sprained,” Yoongi pulled himself closer to Jeongguk’s chest, allowing Taehyung to curve around them both. “I’m okay.”

Jeongguk stood stiffly, his arms holding Yoongi and his face nestled into the back of Taehyung’s hair, breathing in his calming scent. Adrenaline was swirling through his veins, brought on by catching Yoongi as soon as he had slipped, and it was difficult for his lungs to take in oxygen. He was fighting to keep his anxiety at bay, but it wasn’t working. Jeongguk screwed his eyes shut, bit his lip, and let out a small whimper when Yoongi’s hands raised to cup the nape of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t have let the elder climb up the roof by himself and set up the Santa Clauses that Taehyung had bought. To hell with Christmas decorations if they violated Yoongi’s safety. Of course, both he and Taehyung loved Christmas with all their might, but they loved Yoongi even more.

“Gukkie-ah, look at me,” Yoongi murmured, watching Jeongguk slowly pull his face out of Taehyung’s hair.

The elder cupped his face and Jeongguk felt a violent shiver roll down his spine before Yoongi spoke, “I’m fine, Gukkie-ah. Really. Thank you for catching me.”

Taehyung nuzzled his nose into Jeongguk’s neck and Yoongi raised himself a bit to softly press a kiss to the anxious boy’s lips, mumbling small assurances and words of gratitude into his skin. Jeongguk felt himself begin to breathe again.

Later when Yoongi had persuaded Jeongguk to put him back on his own feet and finally finished setting up the last of the decorations, Yoongi stood on their door step with the last two extension cords in his hands. Taehyung stood beside him, bouncing on the balls of his feet in his excitement while Jeongguk stood on Yoongi’s other side, a small smile on his lips, but his fingers tangled firmly into the material of Yoongi’s jacket.

Jeongguk watched as Yoongi connected the last two cords and everything he’d set up in the yard lit up. Though the youngest of the three was twenty five, they all felt like children again as they gazed upon the bright lights.

Too bright.

As quickly as the entire yard had come to life, it died just as fast when the entire street short circuited and all the lights on the block went out.

The trio stood in their doorstep, Yoongi still clutching to the cords in his hands and staring out at the rest of the street with his boyfriends beside him. There was no doubt that they were in shock.

Jeongguk was the first to laugh. Yoongi joined in soon after, but Taehyung only blinked and shoved the other two into the house when the neighbors began to gather on their lawn with angry voices and red faces directed at them.

Never once in a million years did Hoseok think he would ever see the seemingly callous Min Yoongi dressed up as Santa Claus for the occasion of hosting his own Christmas party. He’d have expected it of Taehyung who was dressed up as an elf and tending to all the guests in turn. He definitely would have expected it of Jeongguk who was dressed up as a casual looking Santa Claus and was currently clinging onto Yoongi’s arm, refusing to let go. But he never would have guessed that Yoongi would get into the holiday and partake in the festivities of his own free will.

Hoseok guessed that Kim Taehyung had blackmailed his older boyfriend into wearing the ridiculous costume.

He was only further proven right when he pushed through the throng of people in the living room and approached the older man in question.

“Hey, hyung. Nice outfit. It’s good to see you actually get into the holidays for once,” Hoseok guffawed, nodding at Jeongguk who was staring back at him with a humorous smile on his face.

Before Yoongi could respond, Jeongguk had already spilled the beans. “Taehyung made him.”

Yoongi scowled, but nodded when Hoseok turned to stare at him once more, silently asking for confirmation. Hoseok burst into a fit of giggles and had to take a step back to avoid Yoongi’s swinging arm.

“Yah! Would you shut it? Where’s your boyfriend anyway?” Yoongi grumbled while Jeongguk tucked him securely into his arms.

“Boyfriend?"

Yoongi stared at him, exasperated. “Your boyfriend. You know, orange hair, shorter than me, chubby cheeks, small hands, nice ass. Name rhymes with Simin. Does that ring any bells?”

“...Jimin?” Hoseok ventured.

“Yes. Your boyfriend.”

“Why do you know that he has a nice ass? Have you been staring at it, hyung?”

“That’s besides the point. Now, is Jimin your boyfriend or not?”

“Jimin isn’t my boyfriend.”

“What?” The startled response came from Jeongguk.

Hoseok stared at the two Santas in front of him, barely noticing the party that was going on around them. “Jimin is not my boyfriend. Why would you think that he is?”

“You two agreed to kiss when the ball drops on New Year’s. How does that not just scream boyfriends?” Yoongi asked, his expression mirroring the startled one Jeongguk wore.

“Yeah. As friends. Friends can kiss each other without having to be romantically involved,” Hoseok explained.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Just like friends can ‘jokingly’ say they’d give each other head after one of them got stood up on a date.”

Hoseok felt sweat begin to form on his brow. “Look, giving each other bro-jobs means nothing.”

Jeongguk was the only one who was able to giggle at the new term Hoseok had thought up of on the spot.

“Bro-jobs,” Yoongi’s voice was flat. “You fucking named it bro-jobs. Christ, Hoseok-ah. Why can’t you just admit that you’re in fucking love with Jimin and get it over with?”

“I don’t know what you mean, hyung.” Hoseok stared at the wall past Yoongi’s head while he answered.

“Gukkie-ah, see to it that by tonight Jimin and Hoseok end up together, please,” Yoongi waved his hand and tilted his head upwards to kiss the younger man behind him. “I’m tired of listening to them tell one another in blatantly obvious ways that they love each other. It’s nauseating.”

Jeongguk nodded and unwrapped his arms from around Yoongi. “I’ll be back soon then, hyung. Have to go find Jimin.”

Yoongi nodded and watched as Jeongguk walked into the foyer before looking back at Hoseok with irritation marring his voice. “I can’t fucking believe you and Jimin aren’t dating. What the fuck have you two been doing since I moved out?”

“Uh, paying bills? Going to work? Teaching kids how to dance at my studio? Buying groceries?” Hoseok offered.

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, unamused. “You are going to tell Jimin that you love him tonight and I don’t want to hear any objections, Hoseok-ah.”

Hoseok squirmed, remembering to use honorifics. “Hyung, I don’t love Jimin.”

“You’re the worst liar ever, Hoseok-ah.”

“Ugh. Okay. So I like him, a little. But that doesn’t mean I love him, hyung,” Hoseok whined when Yoongi continued to glare at him.

“Like him a little, my ass. You’ve been in love with him for like fifty fucking years. Grow some balls and fucking tell him already, Hoseok.”

Hoseok started playing with his fingers. “What if he doesn’t like me back?”

Yoongi wanted to throttle Hoseok for his stupidity. “Are you fucking forreal? Jimin is so in love with you that it makes me physically sick. You can’t be so blind to the fact that he goes out of his way to make sure your needs are met before his and that you feel at ease at whatever place you guys decide to go out to. Or that when you’re sick, he calls in sick at work to take care of you. That he cleans up after himself so you don’t have to after coming back home from teaching drooling three year olds ballet. That he gives you messages because he can tell when your body is tired. That he knows you like the back of his hand and would give up a fucking limb for you. Hoseok-ah, you can’t tell me that you’ve never noticed the way he stares at you!”

“How do you even know any of that, hyung?”

“I’ve lived with you two idiots for a year! I thought that after seeing you two agree to kiss on New Year’s, you'd finally gotten together and I no longer had anything to worry about. But I was wrong and now you need to tell Jimin that you love him, Hoseok-ah.”

Hoseok flinched, wary that the people around them had heard Yoongi, but the party goers were too invested in their eggnog and shabby dancing to pop Christmas songs that no one gave them any mind. And then Hoseok froze because he could see the familiar head of orange hair that was following Jeongguk back to them.

“Hyung, I’m fucking terrified,” Hoseok whispered as the pair drew nearer.

Yoongi patted him on the back, albeit more harshly than Hoseok preferred, but reassuringly all the same. “Everything will be alright. You’ll see.”

“Hyung, I found Jimin-hyung,” Jeongguk announced, his voice small and Hoseok wondered how he was even able to hear him.

“Thank you, Gukkie-ah. Hello, Jimin-ah. You’re looking well I see. Gukkie, Tae said he needed us,” Yoongi rushed through his words, slurring them together before he grabbed Jeongguk by the arm and left Hoseok and Jimin alone as quickly as he could.

Jimin blinked after them, surprised that Yoongi had only briefly greeted him before rushing away. Hoseok barely noticed that Jimin wasn’t paying him attention. He was too busy trying to figure out how to tell Jimin that he wanted to have a romantic relationship with him. When Jimin looked back at the elder, Hoseok froze, his brain malfunctioning because had Jimin always looked so beautiful? Was it the lighting? The new hair? Or was it just that his mind was focusing on anything else that wasn’t him telling Jimin how he truly felt?

“Hyung, are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen the love of your life or something,” Jimin’s soft voice drew Hoseok away from his absorption in the younger’s physical appearance.

Hoseok didn’t miss how close to home Jimin’s statement had hit. Instead he steeled his nerves and decided that a quick and to the point way was best when confessing to the orange haired boy before him.

“I did.” Hoseok felt sweaty all over.

Jimin paused, staring at the elder in confusion. “You just saw the love of your life?”

Hoseok simply nodded.

“Where?”

Hoseok set his shoulders and met the younger’s gaze head on. “I’m staring right at him.”

Jimin blinked, his mouth opening in shock. He limply pointed a finger at his chest. “Me, hyung?”

Hoseok nodded. Jimin bit his lip and let his hand fall. The two stood awkwardly in front of each other. Hoseok had no idea what reaction he might have gotten from Jimin, but Jimin avoiding his gaze hadn’t been what he’d been hoping for in the slightest.

“Hoseok-hyung, I’m flattered really. You know that I care about you a lot and you’re one of my best friends, but…” Jimin trailed off, biting his lip again because all he could think of was of the man who had said similar things and they’d all turned out to be lies.

“But what, Jimin-ah?” Hoseok did his best to ignore that his voice had cracked in the middle of his question.

“Hyung, I don’t feel the same.” Jimin couldn't bring himself to meet Hoseok’s eyes because he knew if he did then all he’d see was him.

“Oh,” Hoseok let out, his voice feeling frail. “Oh. Well, um, that’s okay.”

Jimin felt horrible for lying.

“Hyungー” Jimin began.

“No, really, Jimin it’s fine. I’m sorry to have sprung this on you at our friends’ party. I hope this won’t affect our friendship and if you’ll excuse me, I have a hyung to yell at,” Hoseok smiled painfully before bowing and walking into the kitchen where Yoongi was with his boyfriends.

Jimin had lied and Hoseok knew it.

Hoseok paused when he realized that Namjoon and Seokjin had arrived and were bickering in the kitchen as well.

“I told you to bring the present we got them,” Seokjin was scolding an embarrassed Namjoon.

“You said you’d already put it in the car, hyung,” Namjoon mumbled, his face blazing.

“No. I asked you to put it in the car!” Seokjin’s voice rose an octave in frustration and Hoseok couldn’t help but flinch along with everyone else in the room.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk put his hand on Seokjin’s arm. “It’s fine. Stop fighting, please.”

Seokjin stared down at Jeongguk. The same Jeongguk who rarely talked and most thought was mute. In reality though, he merely chose not to talk. Yet here he was, murmuring against Seokjin’s side, clinging to his arm with his head warped by the Santa hat he had on. The elder barely realized that Jeongguk was leading him out of the kitchen because he was too caught up in the words that the younger was spilling.

Once gone, Yoongi crossed his arms and stared at Namjoon who was sporting an ugly Christmas sweater Seokjin had rolled his eyes at when Namjoon first put it on. Hoseok came to stand behind Taehyung who looked genuinely confused.

“Trouble in paradise, Namjoon-ah?” Yoongi asked, his expression blank.

Namjoon suddenly burst into tears and Yoongi lost his calm resolve as he, Taehyung, and Hoseok moved in to comfort the tallest of them all.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, his arms wrapped fiercely around the crying man and his face pressed into his chest.

“Seokjin-hyung asked me for a d-divorce a couple days ago,” Namjoon cried out.

Yoongi who had been about to hug the sobbing man froze instead. “He did what?”

But Namjoon was done talking and instead sobbed into the curve of Taehyung’s neck. Hoseok wrapped himself around Namjoon’s back and nuzzled his face into the younger’s shoulder blade.

“I’m sorry, Joon. If it makes you feel any better, I was just rejected by Jimin right now,” Hoseok mumbled into Namjoon’s back.

In the same instant that Yoongi wrenched Hoseok away from the tallest of their quartet, Namjoon had stopped crying and turned in a flash to face Hoseok with Taehyung beside him.

“He did what?” Yoongi repeated himself.

Hoseok shrugged, his face ashen and mouth twisted into a grim line. Namjoon patted Hoseok reassuringly on the back and Taehyung looked in between everyone, as confused as ever.

“Why is no one getting along like they should?” Taehyung asked no one in particular, then rolled his eyes and began walking back towards the party. “I’m gonna go have a few words with that best friend of mine who’s letting his dumb past affect his future. Yoongi-hyung, go talk to Seokjin-hyung and get our parents to make up.”

“Aye, aye, TaeTae.” Yoongi raised his hand in a salute. “Well, you heard him. Stay here and make yourselves look pretty. I’ll be back with the loves of your lives.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and allowed Namjoon to pull him into his side as Yoongi quickly walked out of the kitchen. The two men stood together taking in the solemn expression of the other.

“Hobi, I’m sorry about Jimin-ah,” Namjoon offered, patting Hoseok on the top of his head.

Hoseok sighed. “It’s fine, Joon. I’m sorry about Seokjin. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Namjoon began pulling at the end of his ugly holiday sweater. “Seokjin wants kids.”

“And you don’t?”

Namjoon bit his lip. “It just isn’t the right time. I’m still finishing up my doctorates and Seokjin only just started his day care business. Hoseok, we’re not ready for kids.”

Hoseok nodded. “I understand. It’s alright, Joon. I just can’t believe Seokjin would want a divorce for that.”

“Things have changed. We’ve changed,” Namjoon sighed, completely oblivious to the fact that Seokjin stood silently in the kitchen doorway, listening to every word that left Namjoon’s plush lips. “He isn’t the same kid I met in primary school, but then again I’m not the same nerd he took pity on either. You know Hobi, we might have changed, but I’ve never stopped loving him. I just didn’t realize that having kids was so important to him that he wanted a divorce so he could seek out someone else who’ll give him what he wants. I guess it’s my fault for not knowing my own husband like I should.”

“Namjooー” Hoseok began.

“Hoseok-ah,” Seokjin’s firm voice cut off whatever Hoseok had been about to say. “I heard about Jimin.”

Hoseok looked up at the elder, taking in the mask that Hoseok knew all too well as the face Seokjin put on when he was trying to act nonchalant. “I heard about your demand for a divorce, hyung.”

Seokjin glared at Namjoon who had stiffened at Hoseok’s words. “It wasn’t a demand. It was implied. Now, you and Jimin. What’s up?”

Hoseok took Namjoon’s hand and waited until the younger had relaxed his rigid stance before answering Seokjin, not missing the way Seokjin stared at Namjoon like all he wanted to do was envelop his husband in a tight embrace and never let go. “Ah, I told Jimin he was the love of my life and he said he didn’t feel the same. That’s all, hyung.”

“Jimin is the biggest fucking liar ever. Everyone knows he’s head-over-heels for you, Hoseok-ah,” Seokjin huffed out, clearly irritated. “Look, go upstairs to the guest room and we’ll tell Jimin you’re up there crying. He’ll be up there in a flash and begging for you let him be your boyfriend.”

Namjoon’s grip tightened painfully on Hoseok’s hand. “I think Hoseok should just go home.”

“What? Is my idea not good enough?” Seokjin sneered at him.

Hoseok’s gaze bounced from Seokjin to Namjoon and back again as an argument started between the two. The tension had risen in the kitchen and Hoseok was sure that after a good fuck, a serious talk, maybe some marriage counseling, and some actual discussion about their issues the two would be just fine. Hoseok had seen his two oldest friends go through worse when a girl had accused Seokjin of impregnating her, but it had turned out to be false when her ex-boyfriend had stepped up and taken responsibility for his child. Hoseok had been the best man at their wedding four years earlier, he’d been their go-to man when one needed advice for dealing with the other in their teenage years, and he’d been the wingman that had finally gotten them together when they were eight and Seokjin was ten. Hoseok would literally die before he saw his two friends, who’d clearly been created for one another, let their undying love for each other crash and burn.

“Stop it,” Hoseok let out, his voice coming out in a whoosh of air that was barely audible. “Stop fighting.”

They continued, ignoring Hoseok who felt like his world was crumbling at his feet. Then he saw him. He saw Jimin through the kitchen doorway staring back at him with a look of concern and alarm on his face because Hoseok definitely felt a panic attack coming.

“Stop it, please stop fighting. Why can’t you compromise and just tell each other how much you love each other?” Hoseok wheezed, the colors of Namjoon’s ugly Christmas sweater beginning to swirl together.

“Hoseok-ah?” Seokjin’s voice seemed too far away for Hoseok to register, but he somehow heard it in the haze that was settling into his mind.

Hoseok didn’t register the tears that were freely flowing down his face nor how tight his chest felt, constricting and pumping oxygen into him in heavy bursts that did nothing to soothe the panic he felt smothering him. “Stop it. Make up. Please, stop it.”

Then he was running and he didn’t know where he was going, or who was yelling after him, or if anyone was even bothering to follow him, or when he’d even made it outside, or why his friends were always fighting now, or why Jimin had lied about not loving him back, or why Yoongi was the only one who was even relatively happy. Hoseok didn’t know anything anymore, but he kept running in the cold snow that covered everything. He didn’t stop running until he had stumbled into the house he shared with Jimin and had thrown himself into his room.

His lungs burned, his legs ached, and he felt so cold, but at least the earlier panic was starting to fade away. Hoseok could think calmly again and all he thought about was why Jimin didn’t want to admit to loving him.

When the grip of his terror had finally loosened completely, that was when Hoseok began to pack.

“Where’s Hoseok? What did you two do?” Jimin ran into the kitchen, jabbing a finger at both Seokjin and Namjoon simultaneously.

“We didn’t do anyー” Seokjin began.

“No. You definitely did something if Hoseok had a fucking panic attack!” Jimin exclaimed. “I bet it was your fighting. You know how he feels about your relationship!”

Seokjin’s nostrils flared, but it was Namjoon who responded instead. “Us? It’s suddenly our fault? Are you sure it isn’t yours for lying to him? Why can’t you just let go of the fear your past relationship has brought you and give Hoseok a fucking chance!”

Yoongi appeared in the kitchen then, the sounds of the party still going on behind him muffled as they stood absorbed in their own little bubble. “Out.”

The three men paused and turned to face the Santa-impersonator whose face was marred by a deep frown.

“Out. This is a party, not a ‘ruined relationships reception.’ Jimin, you go home and take care of Hoseok. You know how antsy he gets after one of his episodes, so don’t feel surprised if you catch him packing. Hurry and go,” Yoongi ordered, watching as Jimin bowed to the married couple, crooned out an apology and left before Yoongi settled his gaze on the married couple. “You two, go home and figure out your issues, actually talk to one another, and then fuck. I don’t know. I don’t care. Do whatever you must to be happy with each other again because no way in hell are any of us letting you get a divorce. You think we’re insane or something? You’re practically soulmates. Now go home, get your shit together, and Merry Christmas. I love you.”

While Namjoon and Seokjin were busy offering Yoongi sheepish responses before leaving, Jimin was on his way back home. He drove quicker than was safely necessary and he was lucky that his car didn’t skid off the road each time he took a sharp turn, but his luck held and he made it home in one piece.

As he went to open the front door, Hoseok opened it, two suitcases in hand and looking incredibly frazzled.

“No,” Jimin let out, shoving Hoseok back into the house, taking his suitcases from him, and locking the front door behind him.

“Jimin, I know I said that it was fine before, but you not loving me isn’t really fine and I just need to go,” Hoseok let out in a rush, his words blurring together.

“No, hyung. Please, don’t go,” Jimin begged, not caring if he sounded whiny or not.

“Jimin, I don’t think I can live like this anymore,” Hoseok cried.

And Jimin was crying too when he asked, “What do you mean, hyung?”

Hoseok’s breath hitched as he responded. “Seeing you every day so close and just so far away. Living with you here in this house without being able to hold or talk to you in the way that I want. Jimin-ah, I’ve been in love with you for so long and I don’t know how many more dates I can see you go on with other guys before I eventually just snap.”

“Hyung, you don’t understー” Jimin tried to say.

“Tell me what I don’t understand then!”

“I’m scared!”

That pulled Hoseok up short.

“Scared?” He tried.

Jimin nodded, his eyes swimming in a pool of tears.

“Scared of what?” Hoseok’s voice was deadly quiet.

“You know about my past relationship, hyung,” Jimin sniffled.

Hoseok felt his breath being knocked out of him then because oh. Of course. How could Hoseok have forgotten about the man that was never mentioned in their house? The man that Jimin had been with for three years. The man who’d been years older than Jimin. The man who had abused the young, orange haired, crying man in front of him who was so indescribably soft that Hoseok still didn’t understand why anyone would ever even think of harming him. The very same man that Hoseok had helped Jimin forget about with years of tender touches, wholesome words, many massages, and lots of love to replace the harm that the vile man had inflicted upon Jiminーhad inflicted upon his Jimin.

“I’m such an idiot,” Hoseok mumbled. “Jiminnie, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay, hyung. I’m sorry for lying,” Jimin hiccuped.

“You lied?”

Jimin nodded sheepishly.

“What about all the dates?”

“They were no dates.”

“What?”

Jimin sighed. “Those were excuses for me to get out of the house and not be assaulted by your very existence for a few hours, hyung. Do you not know how fucking beautiful you are and how threatened I feel every day because I’m the cute one? Not you with your amazing fucking hair, or your perfect fucking teeth, or your smile that fucking lights up the entire universe, or your face that just fuckingー”

Hoseok cut off Jimin’s next words by pulling the younger into his chest and holding him tight. “Does this mean you love me?”

Jimin guffawed. “Of course I love you, hyung. I wouldn’t do even half of the things that I do for you if I didn’t love you.”

Hoseok smiled and pressed his face into the younger’s hair. “I love you too, Jiminnie.”

“Merry Christmas, Hoseok-hyung.”

“Merry Christmas, my newly-declared boyfriend.”

“I never said anything about being your boyfriend, hyung.”

“Yes, you did. Now shut your trap and let me just enjoy this damn moment, Jimin-ah.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

And for the first time ever, Hoseok really did know that Jimin loved him, that Jimin had always loved him, that Jimin would do whatever he needed to do to keep Hoseok in his life because he loved him just as much as Hoseok loved him.

Though maybe he shouldn’t have sent that picture of Jimin’s naked back littered with hickies spelling out “Merry Xmas” to the group chat the next morning. The responding photo he got of Jeongguk and Yoongi’s backs from Taehyung made up for some of the silent treatment Jimin gave him afterwards. What really made it all worth it was the photo of Namjoon’s broad back that Seokjin had sent in reply afterwards because while Hoseok and Jimin had been making up, Seokjin and Namjoon had been doing the same.

The car ride back from Yoongi’s was torturous for Seokjin. Namjoon didn’t utter a word and seemed to be driving slower than was necessary. Seokjin spent the car ride staring out the window and ignoring his husband, knowing all too well that they were going to have a “big talk” as soon as they stepped into their home.

Namjoon stopped the car and Seokjin let out a long, withheld breath. They sat for a few long seconds that seemed like minutes in the car, neither wanting to be the first one to leave because they both knew what was coming.

And then Seokjin found himself turning in his seat to face Namjoon at the same moment that his younger husband did the same.

“Listenー”

“Lookー”

Seokjin gave his husband a sheepish smile and motioned his hand in a way that said the younger should speak first. Namjoon took a deep breath and nodded before he started speak.

“Seokjin-hyung,” Namjoon began. “I know we haven’t been doing the best right now and that you want a divorceー”

“I don’t want a divorce,” Seokjin cut in, the words he overheard Namjoon telling Hoseok in Yoongi’s kitchen ringing like bullets through his head.

Namjoon stared at him openmouthed. “But you saidー”

“I know what I said, Namjoon-ah, but it wasn’t what I want. You really think I want to be away from you? That I want to wake up and not have your face be the first thing I see?” Seokjin cried because the things streaming down his face had to be tears. “Kim Namjoon, I can’t believe you’d ever think that that’s what I actually want.”

Namjoon's hands came up to caress Seokjin’s cheeks, tears falling freely down his own face because whenever Seokjin cried, Namjoon did too. “Hyung, tell me what you do want then.”

“I want you, Joon-ah. I’ve always wanted you.”

“But what about having kids, hyung?”

Seokjin shook his head. “I want kids too, but I want you more. If I have to choose between the two, then I choose you, Joon-ah. You’re more important.”

“Hyung, I’m not going to make you choose between me and having kids. I want them too, you know.”

“But you saidー”

“I know what I said, hyung,” Namjoon cut him off. “And it isn’t that I don’t want kids. I’m just not ready. We aren’t ready.”

Seokjin nodded his head, allowing Namjoon to wipe most of his tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re right, we aren’t. It’s just that I’m getting old and I started to panic. I thought that I wouldn’t have a lot of time left. But I realize now that I shouldn’t have let this create a wedge between us. I should’ve talked about this earlier with you, Joon-ah.”

Namjoon smiled. “It’s fine, hyung. We’re talking about it now and that’s a step in the right direction.”

“Is it not too late then? To fix us?”

“No, it’s not too late. We’re going to be alright, hyung. Kids or no kids, we still have each other and that’s what matters, right?”

“Right.”

“We should get inside, it’s cold in here. I don’t want you getting sick.” Seokjin smiled and nodded. Namjoon grinned in return and opened his car door, letting in a gust of cold, wintery air that made Seokjin shiver. The younger hastily shut his door and ran to the passenger’s side to open Seokjin’s door. Seokjin stepped out and twirled the car keys that Namjoon had left in the ignition around his fingers, offering the younger an amused smile when he blushed furiously and ducked his head. Seokjin shook his head and locked the car before taking Namjoon’s warm hand and walked up to their front door.

As soon as the door had shut behind them and they both kicked off their boots and shucked off their coats and scarves, Seokjin had Namjoon pinned into the wall with his hips, his lips working their way across the younger’s jaw. Namjoon moaned and twisted his fingers into the elder’s hair, tugging gently on the brown strands. Somehow they made their way to their bedroom and began to undress.

“You know, I never liked this sweater, but somehow you pull it off,” Seokjin commented when he tugged off the ugly holiday sweater Namjoon had put on for Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jeongguk’s party.

Namjoon flushed underneath him on the mattress. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. Just telling the truth,” Seokjin murmured as he slowly peeled off Namjoon’s jeans.

“Still, thank you, hyung. It means a lot,” Namjoon muttered, his voice deep and husky while Seokjin loomed over him with a look in his eyes that the younger knew all too well.

“Anything for you, Joon-ah. I know I’ve been a dick these past few days and I’m beyond sorry. I just hope you know that I love you, have always loved you, and will never stop loving you, no matter what,” Seokjin whispered into every dip and curve of Namjoon’s smooth skin.

The younger shivered and pulled Seokjin up so he could press his lips against the elder’s. “I forgive you, hyung. And trust me, the feeling is extremely mutual. I love you, Jinnie-hyung.”

Seokjin smiled at the pet name and some time later found himself bottoming out in Namjoon, the younger panting and moaning underneath him. Seokjin slowly rocked his hips and watched as his husband fell apart, but it was fine because Seokjin was there to catch and put him back together by the end of it.

“3!”

Yoongi stared hard at Taehyung and Jeongguk, grateful that they put up with him and loved him so much. Taehyung nuzzled his face into Yoongi’s neck and mouthed at his jaw as they lay atop their bed, watching the New Year’s countdown on their TV. Jeongguk was asleep and dozing peacefully with his head on Yoongi’s chest and Yoongi thought that he’d never seen anything more beautiful than Taehyung and Jeongguk.

“2!”

Namjoon and Seokjin held each other in their bed, staring into the other eyes, remembering every little word the other had spoken before in their “big talk” on Christmas Eve. They were going to stay together and having children could wait until they were both ready. Yoongi had been right, they really were soulmates and neither of the two men could ever really see themselves without the other.

“1!”

The cold air of New York’s Times Square turned their breath into mist. It was beyond cold, but Hoseok had promised Jimin a New Year’s kiss and he had pulled out all the stops for the occasion. Now they were in New York about to watch the ball drop, in person, and eyeing each other like they’ve never seen one another before. They were so in love and they were so ready to start the new year together.

The last second ticked off on the clock and though each of the three relationships were vastly different, they all still kissed their lovers at the same time.

“Happy New Year’s!”

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