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February 9th: Seokjin

The thing about Min Yoongi was that he was a romantic. Everyone who’d talked to the man for longer than ten minutes knew that. He believed in soulmates, fated mates, love at first sight, and, if pressed, that old people always died close to each other if they were truly in love.

Quite famously, he hated miscommunication and any sort of slow burn, and often gave advice to people in the office that consisted largely of ‘just go ask them out!’ regardless of whatever tale of woe he was currently listening to. 

All of this was largely why, when it became common knowledge, everyone was surprised. ‘It’ being that Yoongi was single. It didn’t make sense that Yoongi was single to anyone. He was cute, well-spoken, hilarious, and always open to spending time with someone one-on-one.

Finding out that Yoongi was single was easily Seokjin’s Roman Empire. He hadn’t understood that joke when his younger colleagues had started to make it, but now, after much explanation, he not only understood but had his own a.k.a. Min Yoongi’s relationship status.

How was he single! He was so small and squishable! He squeaked sometimes when he was picked up suddenly and he blushed so much. How had no one taken the risk and asked him out? It was ludicrous, was what it was. A conspiracy. 

There had to be something going on because no one in their right mind would just not ask out Min Yoongi.

“You’re right I’m going to ask him out for Valentine’s Day.”

Seokjin blinked, turning toward his roommate in horror. “What?”

“I was helping him with his computer the other day and he was so nice,” his roommate, or, rather, his former friend and newfound enemy, Jungkook, said dreamily. “I had to get under his desk and he turned bright red when he realized I was basically between his legs.”

“What did you do, you pervert!” Seokjin snapped, grabbing a nearby file folder so he could smack Jungkook over the head with it. Jungkook ducked away, his eyes turning wide and shiny as he looked at Seokjin with a hurt expression. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“I don’t know why you’re so mad! I’m just doing what you said! Yoongi shouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s Day. He’s too cute,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly even as he pouted and crossed his arms.

“I didn’t mean you! I meant someone who likes him,” Seokjin burst out, completely missing Jungkook’s small ‘I do’ as he continued, “like me!”

“Wait, you do?” Jungkook asked, lashes fluttering.

Seokjin’s ears caught up with his brain and he blinked. “You do?”

“Yea, I… who did you think I was talking about when I was whining about the hot guy at the office?” Jungkook asked, his brows furrowed.

“Namjoon.”

Jungkook blinked. “Oh, yea. That makes sense actually.”

Seokjin threw up his arms. “See! Yoongi deserves better than that. You just like him for his looks.”

“No, I like him because he brought me my favourite food on my birthday and remembered that my brother had been sick and even asked about it. He’s… kind.”

That was, admittedly, a good reason though Seokjin didn’t want to say that out loud. He’d been, perhaps, harbouring a little crush on Yoongi since he’d seen him wear overalls to the staff picnic and he’d fallen in love when he’d revealed that he carried his own first aid kit.

Even then, a part of him wanted to bow out because he wanted Jungkook to be happy and he didn’t think he’d ever seen him actually fall for someone before. Another, much larger part, screamed in a pitch high enough to shatter glass at the very thought. So, no, not an option. 

“I don’t know what to say to that,” Seokjin admitted slowly as he set the file folder down and turned to Jungkook. “I like him a lot too.”

“Then why were you complaining about no one asking him out? Why not do it yourself?” Jungkook asked pointedly.

Seokjin sighed. “It was more of a general lament of how Yoongi deserves all the best things.”

“I can give him the best things,” Jungkook said firmly, his shoulders straightening.

“So can I.”

“Not better than me.”

“Jungkook—”

“I would be the best boyfriend!”

“You’ve never even dated anyone!” Seokjin pointed out.

“I can learn! He can teach me. I bet he’d love that!”

Seokjin hesitated. He actually thought Jungkook was right about that. Yoongi would definitely like to teach Jungkook. Damn it. Except…

“But I can baby him because I’m older and he’d definitely love that,” Seokjin said confidently, raising his chin.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “I bet he’d like me better.”

Seokjin raised a brow. He hated how easily he was bated into things like this but he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him. “I’ll take that bet.”

“Oh? You’re on!” Jungkookdeclared.

“What do I get when I win?”

“Yoongi,” Jungkook said blandly as if that wasn’t the most obvious answer, which, to be fair, it kinda was.

“Deal,” Seokjin said, standing up and stretching out his hand. “Deadline is Valentine’s Day.”

“I hope you’re not a sore loser,” Jungkook said, grabbing his hand and shaking it.

“I know you are so I won’t even comment,” Seokjin said, dropping his hand. “Can’t wait to crush you.”

“Better enjoy that fantasy because it’s the only way you’re going to see it.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes, staring at Jungkook who merely stared back, then he sighed and shook his head. “Want to carpool to work?”

“Yea, my car is still in the shop.”

“Figured. Groceries after work?”

“Yea, I finished the kimchi.”

“It’s on sale downtown.”

Jungkook smiled, nose scrunching. “And I have a coupon!”

“Perfect.”

Seokjin shook his head and followed Jungkook out of the apartment, already planning the best way to woo Yoongi. He couldn’t wait.

February 10th: Jungkook

Jungkook was, in a word, competitive. He’d always been that way and it didn’t help that he was good at pretty much anything. There wasn’t a single thing he’d tried in his life that he hadn’t mastered eventually. Some things were harder than others, of course, but that just meant it took him longer to master it, not that he couldn’t.

He was confident that wooing Yoongi would be exactly the same. They talked quite a bit, mostly because, though quiet, Yoongi was incredibly nice and attentive, so Jungkook knew that he had multiple opportunities, unlike Seokjin, who worked on another floor entirely. 

His fault for getting promoted.

“Hi, Mr. Min,” Jungkook greeted quietly from the threshold of Yoongi’s office, his knuckles rapping on the open door to announce himself. He watched as Yoongi lifted his face and turned toward the door, his blank slightly slack working expression shifting to one of genuine happiness. It made his heart flutter in a frankly embarrassing way and Jungkook felt his cheeks begin to turn red.

The thing was, he had oversimplified his feelings for Yoongi and why he’d developed them when we talked to Seokjin and that was mostly because he didn’t want to hurt Seokjin’s feelings. Jungkook had all but worshiped the ground he walked on for years, but when he started at this company, it wasn’t Seokjin who’d helped him adjust and made him feel welcome, it had been Yoongi.

Yoongi had made it a point to talk to him every day, offer to show him the best lunch spots, and warn him about the more volatile personalities in the office which had saved his ass more than once. When he’d started, Jungkook had been unsure and a little afraid, but Yoongi had made him feel welcome.

“I told you to call me Yoongi, Jungkook!” Yoongi admonished as he smiled at Jungkook. “It makes me feel old when you call me that.”

Jungkook shrugged. “You’re older than me.”

“And maybe one day you’ll let me forget it,” Yoongi joked. “Did you need something though?”

“Ah, no,” Jungkook said quickly, and then cleared his throat. “I mean yes.”

Yoongi’s previous pleased expression shifted to worry. “Is everything okay? Do you need help? Has someone been mean to you because I—”

“No, Yoongi, everyone has been super nice,” Jungkook assured him, his blush intensifying. This wasn’t how he’d wanted this conversation to go. He was very confident usually but now that Yoongi was looking at him with soft, curious eyes, Jungkook was terrified of messing this up. What if Yoongi said no and their dynamic changed?

What if you don’t ask and Jin does and then you have to watch them be together?

Straightening his shoulders, Jungkook walked into the office and set the muffin he’d picked up over lunch on the desk. It was massive, almost the size of Yoongi’s face he was pretty sure, and blueberry—Yoongi’s favourite. Yoongi glanced down at it in confusion and then his face lit up. “Oh! Is this from the place on the corner?” When Jungkook nodded, Yoongi continued, “I love their muffins. Thank you, Jungkook!”

Jungkook smiled as Yoongi all but snatched the muffin off his desk and immediately started peeling the paper off the bottom so he could eat it. Jungkook had noticed that he always ate the bottom first and, when he’d asked, Yoongi had told him that it was the worst part so he ate it first so he could save the best for last. 

“We should have gone together,” Yoongi said around a large bite of muffin.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” Jungkook admitted, swallowing nervously when Yoongi looked up at him in curiosity. It was now or never. He just had to say it and see what happened. He just had to speak. Now, preferably. Please say something. “I, uh, wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner. With me. Just us.”

Yoongi blinked and set the muffin down. The second his hand was free, it shot to his ear and he began scratching, a nervous tic that Jungkook had cataloged the first day he’d met him. Jungkook was a second away from running from the room and locking himself in the bathroom for a good cry when he noticed the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks. 

He was blushing.

Yoongi was blushing.

“Um, did you just… want to grab some food?” Yoongi asked hesitantly, his eyes darting to Jungkook and away like he was nervous. Jungkook wanted to squish his cheeks in his hands while Yoongi looked at no one else but him. “Like… a friend’s date?”

Scratch that, he didn’t want to squish his cheeks, he wanted to swallow him whole. 

“I would like to go on an actual date. With you. If you’re interested in something like that. With me.”

Yoongi’s blush deepened and he nodded, his hand leaving his ear so he could start fiddling with the paper from his muffin. “I’d like that.”

His voice was so quiet that Jungkook almost missed him but the second he registered Yoongi’s words he nearly jumped. He knew he was smiling, he could feel his entire face scrunch up, but he didn’t care. He was so excited and Yoongi had said yes. “Okay! Um, I’ll text you? To sort out the details?”

“That sounds great, Jungkook,” Yoongi whispered, his blush only growing the longer Jungkook smiled at him. He looked somewhat dazed and Jungkook had to physically restrain himself from leaping over the desk and gathering him up into his arms. 

“Okay. I— okay,” Jungkook said, nodding. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay,” Yoongi echoed, smiling slightly.

Jungkook knew he sounded stupid but he didn’t care. He just kept smiling even as he bid his goodbyes and left Yoongi’s office.

Yoongi had said yes. 

Elated, Jungkook took a seat in his cubicle and rested his forehead on the cool surface of his desk. He covered his head with his hands and muffled a small, excited scream even as his entire body wiggled in excitement. He’d been fantasizing about asking Yoongi out since the first day he’d started but he didn’t think he’d ever have worked up the confidence if Seokjin hadn’t ignited his competitive streak. 

As thankful to Seokjin as he was at that moment, all Jungkook could really think was that he couldn’t wait to tell Seokjin that Yoongi had agreed to go on a date with him and looked so cute doing it too.

He was so going to win this.

February 11th: Seokjin

Seokjin knew that he should be paying attention to the meeting he was currently in, but he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the clock. The meeting had already gone on longer than it was originally scheduled for, and, to make matters worse, in less than five minutes, Yoongi would go for lunch. He was incredibly punctual so Seokjin knew that if he didn’t leave his office soon, he’d miss him in the lobby. 

“Unless there’s anything else—”

“I think that, if there is anything else,” Seokjin interrupted when he saw a hand twitch as if it was about to raise to ask a question, “that can be handled later as we’ve already run overtime.”

The department head in charge of the meeting raised a brow at Seokjin’s abrupt tone, but nodded. “Seokjin’s right. Follow up with an email if needed and we can address anything else at the next meeting. Thanks everyone.”

Those words had barely left the man’s lips before Seokjin had risen and grabbed his things from the table, running out of the conference room. He’d wanted to drop his notebook off at his office but he wouldn’t have time now so he just tucked it under his arm and darted to the elevator, slamming his finger into the down button. 

He wished he and Yoongi still worked on the same floor. Hanging out with him, and staring at him, had been much easier then. He’d been so proud of his promotion but he wouldn’t pretend the absence of Yoongi wasn’t a major downside.

The ding of the elevator made Seokjin scowl as he glanced down at his watch. He had less than a minute. For all he knew, Yoongi was already in the other elevator and he’d stroll out of the building before Seokjin could catch up to him. He’d miss the chance to—

“Oh, Jin. Hi.”

Seokjin slowly lifted his eyes, coming face to face with Yoongi, who was already wrapped up in a large puffy coat and scarf. Seokjin had to push down the nearly overwhelming urge to squeal at the utter cuteness of the sight in front of him. He considered it a major victory that he only smiled and said, “Yoongi, you look cute and cozy. Are you going to lunch?”

Yoongi nodded as he stepped onto the elevator, his hands disappearing into his pockets as he looked down at his feet. The apples of his cheeks were a slight pink, making Seokjin smile in satisfaction. “I am.”

“Where are you headed? I was going to get something but I can’t decide where to go.”

“You’re going to lunch?” Yoongi asked, finally looking at him again. “You aren’t even wearing a coat!”

That was, admittedly, an oversight on his part. He’d been in such a hurry to make sure that he caught Yoongi that he hadn’t thought of how cold it was outside. Since he couldn’t admit that, Seokjin said, “I figured I’d just be running to one of the places on the street and sitting inside so it’d be fine.”

Yoongi frowned at him, his expression not clearing in the slightest as they exited the elevator at the lobby. “Well, I was just going to grab something from the place on the corner. I can get you something so you don’t have to go outside.”

“No need. I’ll come with you.”

“But Jin, it’s so cold.”

“I promise I’m okay,” Seokjin said, aware he was lying through his teeth.

Yoongi was apparently aware of it too, or at least partially, because he huffed and took his scarf off, looping it around Seokjin’s neck and tossing the longer end over his shoulder. He spent a few seconds making sure it was covering the bare skin of Seokjin’s neck before he stepped back and nodded. “That’ll have to do.”

Seokjin ran his fingers over the soft material of the scarf. The scent of Yoongi’s cologne clung to the fabric and he couldn’t stop himself from taking a deep breath. Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly, a blush overtaking his cheeks, before he looked away. Seokjin smiled regardless. “Thank you, Yoongi. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“It’s no problem,” Yoongi murmured hastily. “We should go.”

“Lead the way.”

Without another word, Yoongi nodded and turned away, heading out of the lobby quickly. Seokjin followed after, content to watch Yoongi as he waddled his way down the street to the cafe the whole building loved to frequent. It’d opened a few years prior and Seokjin had to admit that their pastries were amazing. As someone who cooked and baked as much as he did, he could tell that they took pride in what they served to customers. 

When they stepped inside, Seokjin unwound the scarf but let it hang from his neck. Yoongi wasn’t looking at him, but he also wasn’t undoing his jacket, which told Seokjin that he intended to get his food to go. Seokjin didn’t think he’d ever get a chance like this again so he tapped Yoongi on the head and, when he looked up at him, asked, “Will you have lunch with me? I was planning on sitting down.”

“Now?”

“Now, in the future, whenever you’re free and willing really,” Seokjin answered honestly.

Yoongi blinked at him, his lashes fluttering even as he began scratching behind his ear. After a moment, he laughed a little. “You make it sound like a date.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“What?” Yoongi gasped out, his head snapping up again so that he could stare at Seokjin in shock. 

“I was hoping that, after a fantastic lunch during which you find yourself enamoured by my beauty and charm, you’d be more amiable to the idea of going out on a date with me. Preferably one that wasn’t on company time.”

“I don’t need to have lunch with you for that,” Yoongi whispered, his eyes flitting away again. Seokjin was helplessly endeared by Yoongi’s inability to maintain eye contact when he was nervous. Seokjin hoped he was nervous because he wanted to go on the date and not because Seokjin made him nervous simply by asking.

“I’d still like to have lunch with you anyway,” Seokjin said smoothly as they stepped up to the counter. “I miss spending time with you now that I’m on a different floor.”

Yoongi bit his lip, the blush in his cheeks never fading, and nodded. “I miss talking to you too.”

“So, lunch?”

“Lunch,” Yoongi agreed. His smile was small and somewhat shy, but it made his eyes sparkle and Seokjin was sure that, if the poor cashier hadn’t cleared his throat, Seokjin would have continued to stare at him all day. Instead, he ordered quickly and, after some back and forth, paid for both their meals while excitement at the thought of getting to spend two chunks of time with Yoongi alone coursed through his veins.

Jungkook could suck it. Yoongi clearly liked him best. He was definitely going to win the bet.

February 12th: Jungkook

Smoothing his hand down this shirt under the guise of ensuring his outfit didn’t have any wrinkles but was actually to remove the sweat from his palm, Jungkook took a deep, steadying breath. It wasn’t entirely helpful physically but it made him feel better mentally so he did it again. 

And again. 

And again.

And—

“Are you going to knock?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing momentarily because he hadn’t actually realized that he’d closed them, and came face-to-face with Yoongi, who was staring at him with an expression that Jungkook could only describe as fond amusement. “Yoongi.”

Yoongi leaned against the door and crossed his arms, his lips pulling up into a gentle smile. “That’s me.”

“I—” Jungkook cleared his throat. He felt stupid now, and he could feel embarrassment rise, but he shook it off and held out the bouquet of flowers he’d ordered from the florist the day before. She’d told him that they meant love and affection but in a more casual way than roses so he hoped that Yoongi liked them. “These are for you.”

The amused expression on Yoongi’s face fell away, revealing mild shock that was quickly overwhelmed by happiness. Hesitantly, Yoongi took the offered flowers and held them to his chest, his face all but buried in the petals as he smelled them. When he looked up again, he was smiling and his cheeks had turned a pretty pink shade. Jungkook had noticed that Yoongi blushed fairly easily and honestly felt like he wanted to make it his life’s goal to make sure that he was always blushing and smiling. He just looked so pretty when he did that Jungkook didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see it each and every day. 

“Thank you, Jungkook. These are lovely. Come inside so I can put them in water?” Yoongi offered, already stepping back from the door and turning to head inside. Jungkook scrambled after him, but stopped at the entryway, not wanting to invade Yoongi’s personal space. When Yoongi noticed, he smiled, something teasing in the tone, and waved him over. “You can come inside.”

“Okay,” Jungkook said, slipping off his shoes and padding after Yoongi as he made his way to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but take in the decor as he did so, not willing to miss the opportunity to see more of Yoongi’s personal life that he’d just been given. 

It wasn’t what he expected. Yoongi’s office at work was filled with knickknacks and personal items that made the space feel more homey, but his actual home felt more like something a designer had put together. There were hints of his personality scattered around, mostly in the form of pillows and bookshelves, but everything else was very… designed.

“When I bought this place, my dad told me that I should let a professional decorate it because I tend to like clutter,” Yoongi explained, clearly noting Jungkook’s scanning eyes. “It’s very pretty but not very me. My bedroom is nothing like this.”

Bedroom.

Jungkook had to take a moment to forcefully block any images of Yoongi in a bed from his brain, knowing he’d lose focus entirely if he let that happen. “I was thinking that your office feels much more like you than this place does.”

“It doesn’t feel like me?” Yoongi asked, his attention diverting as he reached up into a cupboard to take down a vase. Jungkook’s eyes swept over him, smiling without really thinking. Yoongi looked cute. 

He’d only ever seen him in business attire before, so he hadn’t been sure what to expect but he wasn’t disappointed. Yoongi had chosen a long black sweater with a decorative white ‘V’ that stretched from one shoulder to the other. It made Jungkook think of Yoongi wearing an off-the-shoulder shirt, which wasn’t fantastic for his libido, but the outfit itself was quite cute and soft. Paired with baggy jeans and hair tucked behind his ears, it was downright adorable. Even more so when he was pushed up on his tip-toes. 

“No, you’re cozier,” Jungkook eventually answered, realizing that he’d just been staring at Yoongi rather than answering.

Yoongi turned around and set the vase down, promptly unwrapping the flowers and placing them in the vase. He took a moment to rearrange them, then, when he was happy with them, he brought them to the sink to add water. Jungkook watched with nearly overwhelming pride as Yoongi placed them in the center of his dining room table before turning back to Jungkook with a smile. “They look pretty here.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them,” Yoongi corrected, closing the distance between them. Jungkook blinked in surprise, not having expected Yoongi to move so quickly, but before he could reply, Yoongi placed a hand on his chest and pushed himself up, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook was mostly sure he’d forgotten how to breathe. He just blinked, feeling his eyes turn wide and owlish, as Yoongi pulled back from his face so that he could look up at him. He was fairly certain that his face had turned bright red, which felt like divine justice since he’d been so intent on making Yoongi blush, but he couldn’t do anything to get rid of it—or respond to Yoongi.

He’d had a crush on him for too long to react normally when Yoongi kissed him on the cheek unprompted. He’d told himself that he was going to be smooth and cool, and honestly, he usually was, but he’d never felt the way he did about Yoongi as he had about anyone else he’d dated. In fact, he’d only ever felt this way once before but he pointedly didn’t think of that time since it made his current life more awkward whenever he did. If Seokjin found out…

Shaking his head, Jungkook lowered his gaze so that he could meet Yoongi’s eyes, who was still staring at him quietly, his hand still placed overtop of Jungkook’s rapidly beating heart. Yoongi tilted his head, a ghost of a smile fluttering across his lips, and then lifted himself up again so that their lips slotted together. Jungkook made a small sound that he was pretty sure was a gasp, mostly because the last thing he’d expected Yoongi to do was kiss him before they even went out on a date. The flowers hadn’t been that nice, had they?

Swallowing Jungkook’s gasp, Yoongi changed the angle so that their lips moved together almost naturally, his hand sliding up Jungkook’s chest to his neck and tangling in the ends of his hair. The movement was like a wake-up call for Jungkook and he immediately placed a hand on the small of Yoongi’s back and tugged him closer until they were pressed together. He felt rather than heard Yoongi’s hum of satisfaction and nearly groaned in response.

Before he could though, Yoongi pulled back, his tongue darting over his lower lip as he blinked up at Jungkook with vaguely hazy eyes. When Jungkook met his gaze again, he smiled. “Now we don’t have to worry about how the end of the night will go and we can just enjoy ourselves.”

Every part of Jungkook wanted to just say ‘fuck it’ and drag Yoongi to the floor so that he could take him apart then and there, but the desire to take Yoongi out and treat him well was much louder so he just smiled. “Is that how you start every date?”

“No,” Yoongi denied with a matching smile as he finally pulled away. 

“So I’m special?”

“Of course you are,” Yoongi said, his tone serious despite the mirth in his expression. Jungkook couldn’t stop his smile from widening or the way his nose crinkled in response. He knew that he looked a little like a rabbit when he smiled that way but when he was truly happy he couldn’t stop it and he honestly didn’t want to. Especially not when Yoongi’s eyes flicked over his face a moment before he surged forward and kissed Jungkook one last time before he grabbed Jungkook’s hand and tugged him toward the door. “Okay, let’s go. I want to go on our date.”

Jungkook felt his heart begin to hammer, picking up speed from a moment before, which was honestly surprising, and found himself wondering if perhaps saying he had a crush on Yoongi wasn’t a strong enough word.

February 13th: Seokjin

Seokjin would deny feeling jealous of Jungkook when he came home all mused with swollen lips until the day he died. He definitely hadn’t pouted when Jungkook simply stared at the blank television with his fingers pressed to his lips. He certainly hadn’t huffed and went to his room when Jungkook had admitted things had gotten a little heated at the end of their date but had remained entirely non-sexual. Seokjin wasn’t entirely sure how things could get heated and non-sexual but he was not jealous regardless.

He didn’t even care!

He definitely didn’t seek out Yoongi at work the next day because he felt like he was missing out on something amazing. He’d never have even thought of kissing Yoongi on the first date! Certainly not in a heated fashion. If he didn’t know Jungkook to be as kind and attentive (and hopelessly awkward) as he did, he’d have assumed that Jungkook initiated it. But, of course, he did know Jungkook so he knew that it had to have been Yoongi.

Did that mean that Yoongi preferred Jungkook? They hadn’t kissed after their lunch together but, then again, that had been during work hours and perhaps that was why. They hadn’t had time to go out for their date yet, so perhaps he was just waiting. 

Or maybe Yoongi liked Jungkook more and he was just seeing Seokjin until he figured out if their relationship would go anywhere. Seokjin would be happy for them, he would, but he’d be sad too. He’d loved Yoongi too long not to be.

“What’s got Mr. Worldwide Handsome so pouty, hmm?”

Seokjin blinked rapidly, his eyes refocusing and eventually settling on Yoongi, who was holding a stack of papers while staring at him with an amused tilt to his lips. 

Lips that had kissed Jungkook.

Had they been swollen and bright pink too?

Had he blushed all the way down his neck like he did when he was particularly embarrassed? 

Had he moaned?

“Jin? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just copying some handouts for a meeting this afternoon. My assistant is out sick today.”

Yoongi hummed as he thumbed through the stack of paper in his hands. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at photocopying?”

“No?”

“They should have,” Yoongi said, amusement heavy in his tone as he set the stack of paper down on top of the photocopier. It was only then that Seokjin realized that Yoongi must have taken them out of the photocopier when he’d arrived because they were copies of his handout. 

Or, rather, part of his handout—he’d put the paper in the wrong way.

“Oh.”

Yoongi laughed, the sound low and pleased, and hip-checked Seokjin out of the way. Since Seokjin was so much larger, he just angled himself away rather than truly moving, allowing Yoongi to slide into the space between him and the machine. He lifted the lid and switched the orientation of the handout, making a tsk sound when he noted that there were two handouts. “Do you want these double-sided?”

“Can you do that?”

“For a price,” Yoongi teased, closing the lid again before he began tapping away on the little screen of the photocopier. After a few moments, he stopped and glanced back. “How many do you need?”

“How much is it going to cost me?” Seokjin asked, raising a brow as he looked down at Yoongi. It was only at that moment he realized how close they were standing and the position they were in. If anyone came in, it would certainly look improper. Seokjin was all but pinning Yoongi to the photocopier. 

Which was an image if there had ever been one.

“Nothing too crazy,” Yoongi replied, his entire face turning bright red even as his eyes dropped to Seokjin’s lips and lingered.

Seokjin’s brain malfunctioned at that moment. It didn’t seem to compute that Yoongi was standing there in front of him, flirting over… photocopies? Especially not since he’d been out with Jungkook just the night before. Though, to be fair, Seokjin wasn’t supposed to know that since, as far as he knew, Yoongi didn’t know that he and Jungkook were friends let alone roommates.

If Seokjin didn’t know about Jungkook, what would he do?

Kiss him.

Decision made, which honestly had involved far less thought than it really should have considering they were in a very public room in their place of employment, Seokjin closed the small distance between them and kissed Yoongi on the forehead. Yoongi startled and pulled back, his eyes wide and shocked as he stared up at Seokjin with parted lips. Just before he said something, what Seokjin didn’t know, Seokjin bent down again, this time kissing him on the lips.

Yoongi made a tiny sound, something like a whine, and Seokjin had to grab the photocopier to prevent himself from doing something truly inappropriate at work. Yoongi’s fingers tentatively trailed up his neck and chin, lingering on the hinge of his jaw as if he wanted to feel it move as their lips found a slow, chaste rhythm. 

Honestly, Seokjin was sure he could have stayed just like this the entire day, but he knew that they were already playing with fire so he pulled away, placing one last kiss on the corner of Yoongi’s mouth, and said, “I need fifteen.”

“What?” Yoongi managed, his voice somewhat hoarse. He was blinking rapidly, like he was trying to focus, and then, suddenly, he straightened and sent Seokjin a sidelong look. “I’m giving you a bargain then. Fifteen for two? A steal.”

Seokjin smiled, realizing that Yoongi was including the forehead kiss, and nodded. “You’re right. How about I take you out to dinner tonight to make up the difference?”

Tapping in the numbers quickly, Yoongi hit start and then turned around, leaning back on the photocopier so that he could look up at Seokjin, who wanted to do nothing more than crowd him into the machine and kiss him again. “Hmm, tonight?”

“I’m free tomorrow,” Seokjin offered, his heart pounding rapidly.

Yoongi tilted his head from side to side, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth for a moment. When he looked up at Seokjin again, he looked hesitant and there was colour slowly seeping into his cheeks. “I’d… like it if you came over for dinner tomorrow. I’m a good cook.”

Seokjin restrained himself from jumping for joy. “That sounds lovely, Yoongi.”

“But,” Yoongi paused, his blush deepening as his eyes darted away. “I… you’d have to not tell Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” Seokjin repeated, suddenly rethinking his assumption that Yoongi didn’t know they were friends. 

Yoongi nodded slowly. “I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“Oh,” Seokjin breathed, his heart twisting painfully. He didn’t want that for Jungkook, he knew that the younger man cared for Yoongi, and it hurt to hear that the object of his affection didn’t feel the same way. Bet or not, Seokjin didn’t want Jungkook to be hurt. He knew, after this, he and Jungkook needed to talk and make sure there were no hard feelings, but that could wait until the fifteenth. “I won’t say anything.”

“I will tell him,” Yoongi said, his eyes snapping to Seokjin’s and holding. “I just want him to hear it from me and not you or some stupid office gossip.”

“I understand,” Seokjin assured him, feeling slightly better about his decision. It honestly meant a lot to him that, even though they’d only gone on one date, Yoongi was so conscious of Jungkook’s feelings and wanted to make sure they had a talk one-on-one. It was sweet, but Seokjin should have expected that. Yoongi was nothing if not kind. “I’ll text you for the details?”

“Okay,” Yoongi agreed, smiling brightly just as the photocopier beeped. He reached underneath and pulled out the freshly printed stack of perfectly aligned double-sided handouts and handed them to Seokjin. He scrunched his nose before slipping out from between Seokjin and the photocopier. “I’ll see you later, Seokjin.”

“I’ll see you,” Seokjin turned, unsure why, at that moment, Yoongi using his full name made him uncomfortably hard. He’d have to evaluate that later, but, for now, he had a presentation to give and a date to get excited for. 

Tomorrow, after all, was Valentine’s Day.

February 14th: Jungkook

Jungkook was pretty sure his heart was about to beat itself out of his chest. He was sure, if he’d had the opportunity to talk about what he was feeling with any kind of depth or honesty, he’d have had the chance to calm down, but as it stood, he’d gone straight from fantasizing at work, to fantasizing in the shower, to panicking on the drive, and now panicking in front of Yoongi’s door. He’d wanted to talk to Seokjin about what was happening even if Yoongi had asked him not to, but Seokjin hadn’t been home the entire day and he hadn’t been able to catch him at work so that, admittedly, added to his current emotional turmoil.

The thing was: he felt bad. He knew that, like him, Seokjin had strong feelings for Yoongi and while they’d made a bet to see who could win him over, that didn’t mean Jungkook was suddenly ignorant of Seokjin’s feelings or didn’t care about them. He wished they’d had a conversation about how to handle the aftermath of Yoongi choosing one of them, but they’d both been so wrapped up in the rush—and competition—of it all that it hadn’t occurred to them. He promised himself that they’d talk tomorrow, that Jungkook would sit Seokjin down and explain what Yoongi had decided, that way they’d be able to move on from here.

Now, however, he knocked on Yoongi’s door firmly, not wanting to live through the embarrassment of Yoongi catching him panicking on his doorstep again. It took a few minutes for Yoongi to answer, but, when he did, Jungkook felt like he’d punched him in the solar plexus. Yoongi at work was put together and professional; Yoongi going on a date was cozy and soft; Yoongi cooking dinner on Valentine’s Day was a siren. 

Jungkook swallowed, his eyes widening as they swept over Yoongi’s outfit, partially hidden by an apron, which, honestly, only made it more enticing. What Jungkook could see of his shirt was sheer and it clung in the way such fabrics do, not really revealing anything while still offering a taste of what was hidden underneath. His pants, usually baggy or flowy, were tight and wrapped around his legs. Jungkook didn’t have to see his ass to know it looked phenomenal. The look was pulled together by a little bit of makeup, making his eyes appear larger and more sharp than usual. Jungkook felt entirely underdressed even if he’d put on a button-up shirt. Perhaps he should have worn something more formal than black jeans…

“Jungkook, just on time,” Yoongi greeted, wrapping a hand around his wrist and tugging him inside. Jungkook stumbled, nearly knocking Yoongi over, but the smaller man just slid his foot back and braced himself for the extra weight, his smile only growing. “You look handsome.”

“Uh, thanks,” Jungkook managed, his memory flooded with images of how it’d felt the last time he was this close to Yoongi a mere two days prior. Shaking his head, he added, “You look beautiful. Even more so than usual and I didn’t think that was possible.”

Yoongi laughed, the sound somewhat disbelieving. “Always a flatterer. Did you want some wine? I opened a bottle while I finished cooking.”

“I’d love some,” Jugnkook agreed, allowing Yoongi to drag him toward the kitchen. He only let go when they reached the counter and that seemed to be only so that he could grab the bottle out of the fridge and fill one of the two empty glasses set out on the counter. Jungkook took the filled glass gratefully, expecting Yoongi to fill the other for himself, but instead he put the bottle away and picked up an entirely different glass from next to the stove where something seemed to be simmering. “It smells delicious. What are you making?”

“A surprise,” Yoongi said, scrunching his nose as he took a sip of wine. “You can wait, right?”

“If you want me to,” Jungkook said hastily, something deep in his gut rebelling at the idea of disappointing Yoongi in some way. “I like surprises.”

“Good,” Yoongi murmured as he came closer and tapped Jungkook in the chest. He seemed to like doing that, Jungkook realized in somewhat of a haze. He was always dragging his hand over Jungkook’s chest and shoulders, squeezing when he could. Perhaps he liked muscles? Jungkook had lifted him the last time they were together… “I have a few surprises for you tonight.”

Jungkook was once again pretty sure he was going to die but he masked it well. Or tried to. He didn’t think the way he gulped down the wine was particularly cool and collected but he was doing his best. He really just didn’t know how to handle Yoongi when he was like this. He was always so soft and attentive, quick to blush or offer praise, but when they were alone, his tongue was sharp too and there was an underlying layer of seduction to everything he said that made Jungkook’s cock twitch. 

He was still thinking about what his next surprise could be when the doorbell rang, surprising Jungkook. Not so much because someone was at the door but because he’d never even noticed that Yoongi had a doorbell. He really wasn’t observant enough. 

“Ah, perfect. There’s surprise number one. I’ll just be a moment.”

“Okay. Did you need help?”

“Not at all. Thank you though,” Yoongi said, a strange glint in his eyes as he undid the apron and tossed it on the counter. Jungkook could only swallow when Yoongi left the kitchen to answer the door. He heard the door open a second later along with Yoongi’s voice telling someone to be quiet. Tilting his head in confusion, Jungkook lifted the wine glass to his lips just as he heard Yoongi approaching again. He turned toward the entrance, ready to say something witty because he wasn’t going to keep fumbling around, only to choke on his wine as he spotted Seokjin just behind Yoongi. Jungkook slammed a hand to his chest repeatedly, his eyes watering in shock and confusion as they darted to Yoongi, who simply filled the remaining glass with wine and slid it across the counter to where Seokjin had stopped walking, his mouth hanging open in shock as he stared at Jungkook. “Now that you’re both here, we can really start.”

February 14th: Yoongi

Yoongi wasn’t stupid. Easily flattered, desperate for love and attention, maybe, but not stupid. When Jungkook had approached him, he’d felt like he was going to choke on his own heart it had been beating so hard. He felt like every beat had made it shift higher and higher, threatening to choke him, but somehow he’d managed to make it through that conversation positively.

He’d had a little crush on Jungkook for… well, years. Nothing serious, really. Just idle fantasizing about getting taken apart on a dirty break room floor or a blow job under a desk when he came to fix yet another of Yoongi’s mysterious computer issues. Usually, he wasn’t someone who hesitated to ask out a person he liked, and he certainly wasn’t someone who cared about keeping work and personal life separate, but he couldn’t forget the Jungkook who’d stared up at him with wide, unsure eyes when he’d first started. The Jungkook who’d rambled extensively about the perfect man who’d helped him get the job and held his heart even if it was hopeless. Yoongi was a helpless romantic and fell easily, but he didn’t chase after people who’d already given their hearts away, so Jungkook was off the table.

Or so he’d thought.

Going on a date with Jungkook had been exhilarating and very little had stopped him from dragging him into his bed that first night.

And by very little he meant Kim Seokjin. 

Seokjin was… a complicated issue.

When Yoongi had first started, Seokjin had been in the same position as him but, with a year of experience over him, he’d become a much-needed lifeline. When Yoongi had been struggling or unsure, Seokjin had stepped in to help or connect him with someone who could. He was still awful with technology that wasn’t a gaming console and told the worst jokes but Yoongi had fallen anyway. Quite hard, if he was being honest with himself. Seokjin had never shown any real interest in him, however. At least, no more than he did any other employee that he took under his wing. Seokjin was just a caring and compassionate guy, so Yoongi had filed that feeling away. When he’d met Jungkook, his feelings for him had joined his feelings for Seokjin in that deep dark cabinet. 

That was probably why it’d taken him until going to lunch with Seokjin to figure out what was going on. At first, he’d just been excited and flattered that Jungkook wanted to go out with him. Then Seokjin had asked him out too and he’d known something was off. He’d worked with them both for years, had feelings for them for nearly as long, and suddenly both were interested in him? 

Call him suspicious or negative, but he didn’t think that was possible.

It hadn’t taken much sleuthing to figure out that not only were Seokjin and Jungkook friends, but they were roommates. Yoongi had felt like someone kicked him in the stomach and, admittedly, he couldn’t remember a time in recent memory that he’d been as sad as he had been at that moment. He didn’t know what they were up to but it was clearly something because why the hell would roommates ask the same man out within a day of each other?

He’d still gone on the date though. Even if it had made him sad to think that Jungkook was playing some kind of game, he’d wanted to go. He was thankful he did if for nothing else than he’d realized about halfway through that Jungkook wasn’t capable of doing something maliciously. Or pretending to be interested. He tried to act cool and collected, but one comment, one look, and he was blushing and stuttering. It hurt Yoongi’s heart, honestly. The whole experience had made him feel conflicted and he’d been unsure how to proceed. He knew they were playing some sort of game, but he was also pretty sure Jungkook was being genuine. 

Which left Seokjin. What were his intentions? What did he want? Yoongi hadn’t figured that answer out but when he’d run into Seokjin in the photocopier room, he’d had a moment of clarity. The way Seokjin watched him had changed from before. The underlying care was still present but there was also focus that Yoongi had never seen before. Or maybe he’d never noticed it. Either way, he’d found himself concocting a rapid-fire plan that was entirely motivated by how much he’d enjoyed being all but pressed against the photocopier by Seokjin. He’d been told that he was very persuasive and he personally thought that he looked best sandwiched between two hot men.

“Yoongi, I—” Seokjin tried, his expression flickering between panic, sadness, and guilt. 

Yoongi hummed, not filling his silence for him, and moved to the living room. He could hear them both follow wordlessly, but he ignored that as he sat down. He smoothed out his pants and crossed his legs, setting his wine glass on his knee. Seokjin and Jungkook came to stand in front of him, both looking increasingly awkward and guilty, but said nothing. 

Using the opportunity to observe them, Yoongi’s eyes flicked over their bodies, lingering on what he’d long ago termed ‘parts of interest.’ Jungkook’s arms, Seokjin's lips, Jungkook’s freckles, Seokjin’s hands. He didn’t want to choose between them, so he hoped this was exactly what he thought it was. “Imagine my surprise and confusion when I found out you were roommates. What a coincidence.”

“It’s not what you think,” Jungkook said hastily, taking a step closer.

“What do I think?” Yoongi wondered, taking a slow sip of wine.

Jungkook’s lips parted, his eyes darting to Seokjin, before he said, “It’s not a joke. We’re not messing with you. We just—” Jungkook paused, “We just couldn’t choose.”

“Choose?” 

“Who would be best for you,” Seokjin finished, sighing dejectedly. “We’re… a little competitive, especially when it matters.”

Yoongi raised a brow at the implication of his words. “Interesting.”

“It was stupid, I know, but I never would have worked up the confidence to ask you out otherwise,” Jungkook rushed out.

“Me neither,” Seokjin admitted quietly.

Yoongi set his wine down on the table and leaned back, intertwining his fingers and hooking them over his knee. “I see.”

Jungkook looked like he was a half-second from breaking down in tears, which made Yoongi feel a little bit bad. He wasn’t about to let up though, not yet. So, he raised a brow and looked at Seokjin who grimaced and looked away. “You two are saying quite a bit but there’s one thing neither of you have said.”

“Haven’t said?” Jungkook said slowly, his face scrunching until, at nearly the same time as Seokjin, his expression cleared and they both blurted out, “I’m sorry, Yoongi!”

“Better,” Yoongi sighed out, tilting his head as his eyes flicked over them both. They were still hot and he just knew they’d give him a night to remember. Time to stick the landing. “So, what was the intended outcome of all this?”

“Well, we thought you’d… choose one of us.”

“Choose,” Yoongi repeated, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “What if I don’t want to choose?”

“You… don’t like either of us?” Jungkook asked quietly, his voice heavy with hurt.

“Quite the opposite actually,” Yoongi said, smirking as he saw realization flash across their faces. “I went on dates and kissed you both because I like you both. I won’t be choosing.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means you can both fuck me, or neither of you can,” Yoongi explained with a shrug. 

“Both? As in together?” 

Yoongi hummed as he pushed himself up. He purposely walked between them, his body facing Jungkook but head tilted to the side so that he was looking at Seokjin, whose pupils blew wide as he clearly recognized what Yoongi was doing. “I think I look very pretty between you both, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“You always look pretty.”

Flattered by Jungkook’s quiet compliment just as much as he was by Seokjin’s vehement agreement, Yoongi smiled. “Well, I’m going to turn off the stove. Why don’t you two talk amongst yourselves and decide if your friendship can include such an arrangement.”

“I—”

“Think about it,” Yoongi interrupted seriously. “Don’t agree just because you want to fuck me. Consider the offer, and the implications, and let me know.”

With that, Yoongi slipped out from between them and went to the kitchen, leaving stunned silence in his wake. He’d never done something like this before, so he wasn’t really sure how to proceed, but he figured giving them time to process and discuss was the safest bet. He wanted to spend Valentine’s Day getting fucked within an inch of his life, not worrying about the ramifications of his actions on what seemed to be a long-standing and deeply important friendship.

He just really hoped they came to the decision that ended with him getting fucked. Otherwise, there was an entire carton of ice cream in the freezer with his name on it.

February 14th: All

Seokjin had seen a lot of feelings and expressions on Jungkook’s face in the years that he’d known him but he didn’t think he’d ever seen fear that was directed at him. He wasn’t sure why he was looking at him like that but it made his stomach bottom out. “Why do you look afraid?”

“I just—” Jungkook hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I don’t really want to hear you say ‘gross’ or something.”

“Why would I ever say gross?” Seokjin asked quietly, somewhat hurt and worried that Jungkook would think such a thing about him. 

Jungkook shrugged but it was jerky. “I mean… you don’t see me that way, right?”

That was a complicated question. Seokjin wasn’t blind. He was aware and had been for years that Jungkook was an attractive man who could definitely bench press him with ease. He was also aware that he was one of his oldest friends. So the answer was, quite honestly, both yes and no. “Not romantically, no.”

“But sexually?” Jungkook asked, his eyes widening with unrestrained excitement. Seokjin took a moment to wonder if perhaps Jungkook had more romantic feelings for him but he shook that thought off and shrugged, which made Jungkook laugh. “I am hot.”

“That you are.”

“So…” Jungkook said, clearing his throat. “Are we doing this?”

“Of course we fucking are,” Seokjin said firmly. As if either of them would miss an opportunity like this. However, he felt like they needed to get one thing out of the way. They couldn’t go through something like this without touching and he certainly didn’t want the first time they ever kissed to be in the heat of the moment. “First, come here.”

Jungkook hesitated a moment before he nodded and closed the distance between them. He remained utterly still as Seokjin cupped his cheek and leaned in, lips hovering over Jungkook’s but not touching. He wanted Jungkook to make the choice to connect the kiss, that way, no matter what, they’d always know this was a mutual decision. 

After a few moments, Jungkook’s eyes met Seokjin’s, flicking back and forth between each eye, then he leaned forward and slotted their lips together. Like everything else they did, it was almost immediately a competition, who could take the lead, who could garner the best reaction. Jungkook couldn’t stop his hands from grabbing onto Seokjin’s shoulders, mentally cursing their broadness, and latching on, his lips parting on a small gasp when Seokjin grabbed his waist in response. It was a messy kiss, lips, tongues, and teeth battling for dominance, but it made lust swirl in Jungkook’s belly, telling him that, regardless of their friendship, they matched each other well here.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

Hearing Yoongi’s voice, Seokjin pulled back, his breathing laboured as he looked over Jungkook’s shoulder. Yoongi was leaning against the entrance of the living room, his eyes dark and fixed on them both. Any doubt he’d had that Yoongi wasn’t actually interested in them both vanished like smoke in the wind. Yoongi’s expression was filled with too much lust to be misunderstood.

So, holding out his hand, Seokjin flicked his fingers toward himself. “Come here then. I thought you wanted to be in the middle.”

Yoongi perked up, but he didn’t move. He wanted to run over and sandwich himself right in the middle but he wasn’t going to act hastily. “I only want to be in the middle if that’s something you both want too.”

The hand that hadn’t left Jungkook’s waist tightened, which made Jungkook look at Seokjin in concern, but his expression was a happy one, endearment mixed with amusement and an undercurrent of heat. Jungkook had seen Seokjin feel a great many things over the years but he’d honestly never expected to see that while he was involved. He swallowed once, turning back to Yoongi so he could promise, “We want it.”

“You’re sure?”

“We’re sure, Yoongi. Come here,” Seokjin prodded, waving Yoongi over again.

This time, Yoongi pushed himself off the wall and closed the distance between them quickly. He took Seokjin’s still outstretched hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly as Seokjin yanked Yoongi forward, causing him to stumble into his chest. He let out a squeak of surprise, his eyes wide as he looked up at Seokjin. Before he could ask why he’d done that, Jungkook let out a low groan behind him and slid his hands around Yoongi’s waist. “I love when you do that.”

“Same,” Seokjin agreed, his hand letting go of Yoongi’s so that it could trail up his arm and slide around his neck somewhat possessively. “Every time I hear it, I can’t stop myself from fantasizing about what other sounds you could make.”

Yoongi was, in a word, overwhelmed. He’d had threesomes before, several of them in fact, but he’d never had a personal connection to those involved before so there was an intensity here that he hadn’t accounted for. Plus they were both so big. He didn’t understand how men who were honestly not that much taller than him could make him feel so tiny but they did. All he could feel was Seokjin’s free hand massaging the back of his neck while his other arm reached past him to pull Jungkook closer and Jungkook pressed against his back, his arms wrapped tightly around him while his hand splayed across his lower stomach. They hadn’t even done anything and Yoongi could already feel his breathing growing short. 

These two were going to ruin him. 

Realizing that they were waiting for him to say something, Yoongi observed, “That’s why you both pick me up randomly.”

Jungkook lowered his head to Yoongi’s shoulder, his smile clear even when pressed against him. “Busted.”

“I thought you two were just really into the gym or something,” Yoongi muttered, his lips falling into a pout when they both laughed. “What else was I supposed to think?”

“That we wanted you,” Jungkook managed, his works broken up by small giggles. 

Yoongi huffed. He wanted them to fuck him—and fall in love with him maybe—not make fun of him! “If you’re done making fun of me, I prepped and everything.”

Almost instantly, Jungkook tensed behind him, his arms tightening so much that Yoongi could only gasp out in surprise. His lips were still parted when the hand around his neck abruptly moved to his chin and forced his face upward. Seokjin’s eyes had gone dark, the amusement on his face falling away to intense focus, just like when Yoongi had approached him in the photocopier room. Yoongi let out a weak sound, his brain going fuzzy, and reached out instinctively, one hand grabbing onto Jungkook’s bicep and the other tangling in Seokjin’s shirt. 

Seokjin didn’t let himself be pulled closer but he did bend down to kiss him, which Yoongi figured was perfectly fine. He lifted himself into the kiss, extending his neck out so that he had as much access to Seokjin’s lips as possible. It didn’t take long before Seokjin was deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Yoongi’s mouth like he was desperate to taste him. Yoongi realized then that, unlike Jungkook, he’d never actually kissed Seokjin like this and he suddenly wanted more. He tugged on Seokjin’s shirt again, harder this time, and made a small sound of happiness when Seokjin took that final step forward and all but pinned him against Jungkook, who, in theory, knew that he should be doing something but was practically frozen.

The thing was, kissing Seokjin had been hot and fulfilled several of his teenage fantasies. Watching Seokjin kiss Yoongi, however, fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had and he was rapidly growing hard despite the only physical contact he’d received post-Seokjin’s kiss being borderline platonic.

When Yoongi let out a small whimper though, Jungkook felt himself snap back into the moment. He ran his hand up Yoongi’s chest, his palm ghosting over his nipples while the back of his hand dragged against Seokjin’s chest too. Only when he reached his collarbone did he stop, his fingers pressing against his throat so that he could feel it move as he kissed Seokjin. He stared at his own hand for a moment then lunged forward, sealing his lips around the sensitive skin just behind Yoongi’s ear. His whimpers turned to groans then and Jungkook lost all semblance of control, his hands roaming Yoongi’s body aimlessly, pressing and massaging without ever touching where Yoongi clearly wanted him to. 

That frustration soon boiled over and Yoongi tore his lips away from Seokjin’s so that he could whine. “Jungkook, just touch me.”

“No,” Jungkook rejected, his lips still trailing up and down his neck. 

Yoongi all but growled as he pressed back into Jungkook, rubbing his ass against the obvious hardness of his cock. “Don’t you want more?”

Jungkook smiled and lifted his head. “I do.”

There was a flash of triumph on Yoongi’s face that Jungkook revelled in before he grabbed Yoongi’s chin and turned his head back so he could kiss him this time instead. Yoongi whined low and long, caught between frustration and pleasure. He liked kissing Jungkook, loved it in fact. He was sure he could lose himself in the consuming way he controlled the movement of Yoongi’s mouth and tongue while simultaneously taking him apart. But he wanted more. The anticipation was making him harden, especially when he could feel how hard both Jungkook and Seokjin were, but for some reason neither of them were touching his dick yet.

“So pretty,” Seokjin murmured, the hand that had never left Jungkook’s hip moving to his hair, much as he had with Yoongi. He cradled the back of Jungkook’s head, his lips kicking up in a smirk when Jungkook shuddered underneath his touch, and murmured, “Come on, do what he wants, Jungkook. It’s Valentine’s Day after all.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened momentarily, his pupils blown wide, but they closed a second later as he kissed Yoongi harder, eagerly swallowing a particularly desperate moan. Seokjin was fairly certain he could get off just watching them. He’d never thought of himself as someone into voyeurism or cuckolding but they were both just so pretty and needy that he couldn’t help the way it made his cock pulse. 

That feeling only intensified when Jungkook, as he’d been told, finally palmed Yoongi’s cock and squeezed, making the smaller man arch against him, his hands flying out and scrambling for purchase on Seokjin’s shoulders. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, I—”

Whatever Yoongi had been about to say disappeared under the force of his next moan, his body trembling for a moment before he turned his face away and let his head fall back onto Jungkook’s opposite shoulder, his cheek pressing against Seokjin’s forearm. 

Possessed by an urge he didn’t examine all that closely, Seokjin pressed himself against Yoongi until he was completely pinned between them and, using the hand on Jungkook’s neck, tugged him closer. Jungkook’s eyes widened but he didn’t fight Seokjin’s hold. In fact, he pushed himself forward too, making Yoongi squeak again, and claimed Seokjin’s lips before he could do it himself. The almost aggression of the kiss made Seokjin groan low in his throat, which only extended when he felt Jungkook’s hand continue to move between them, still teasing Yoongi over his pants. 

At his big, adult age of thirty-three, Seokjin had long since lost the ability to get hard at the drop of a hat and he certainly didn’t get turned on from a little kissing. Or that had been the case until now. All they’d done was kiss, only Yoongi had been touched sexually in any way, and yet Seokjin could feel his cock drip, eager and ready to go, and as thrilling as kissing Jungkook was—which was something he was going to examine later—he wanted to make use of Yoongi’s apparently already prepped hole. 

So, nipping at Jungkook’s bottom lip, Seokjin pulled away and looked down at Yoongi, who was staring at them with a flushed face and lips parted on small, silent moans, and said, “Show us your bedroom, Yoongi. We can’t do more if you’re not comfortable.”

Yoongi blinked at him like he didn’t understand what he was saying. Which, if he was honest, he didn’t. His brain was operating slowly, entirely fixated on the way Jungkook’s fingers kept massaging the head of his cock only to dance away like a fucking tease, and it took him several long seconds to process Seokjin’s words. The second he did, his entire body went stiff in anticipation. Against his neck, Jungkook laughed quietly but Yoongi didn’t even care anymore. 

Enough of the teasing.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi nodded and straightened, all but peeling himself off Jungkook’s chest. Seokjin instinctively took a step back and Yoongi smiled at him gratefully before slipping out from between them. They turned in unison to watch him and Yoongi felt a thrill shoot across his skin. Despite not being on the receiving end of many touches, they both looked as wrecked as he felt. 

Their appearance gave him a sudden surge in confidence—and lust—so, before he could really think about it any further, Yoongi hastily pulled off his shirt. Both men took a step forward but Yoongi held out his hand, warning them to stop. When they both halted, he smirked, that thrill turning into a burning knot in his stomach, and slowly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He was only wearing a pair of tight black underwear, specifically designed to hide panty lines that left very little, if anything, to the imagination. He toyed with the waistband, intending to take them off too, but the looks on both their faces told him that they wouldn’t stay put for that so he let his hand fall to the side and stepped out of his jeans. “Follow me.”

“I wanted to underdress you,” Seokjin said even as he followed closely behind.

“Then you shouldn’t have teased me for so long,” Yoongi rebutted.

“That was Jungkook!”

“Hey, you could have touched him at any time!”

“Now, boys,” Yoongi chided as he stepped into his room and took a seat on the edge of his bed. He leaned back on his hands and looked up at them, noting with a perverse pleasure that neither of them was taking the time to observe his room, too focused on him alone, before continuing, “You can make it up to me now.”

Seokjin raised a challenging brow. “Can you handle it?”

“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” Yoongi returned easily, his eyes flicking between them both with clear anticipation, “if you’re up to it.”

Telling Yoongi that they were competitive had probably been a mistake but Seokjin didn’t regret it at all. Especially not as Jungkook stalked toward the bed, his arm looping around Yoongi’s waist and hauling him up just so he could toss him back on the bed. Yoongi landed and bounced, sliding into the middle, which had clearly been Jungkook’s intention, and let out a harsh breath. The flush that had overtaken his face spread to his neck and chest, turning everything pink, and Seokjin nearly groaned. Seeing this in real life was so much better than his fantasies.

Jungkook, however, wasn’t looking at the blush on Yoongi’s body. He was staring hard at his face as he climbed onto the bed and settled on top of Yoongi, who shifted back on his hands until he was lying properly on the bed with his head near the pillows. Jungkook just followed up and, when Yoongi finally stopped, placed a hand on his hip and angled his pelvis upward so they’d meet his downward grind. Yoongi’s head fell back with a gasp and turned to the side, his eyes landing on Seokjin. He reached out for him, his fingers stretching even as he moaned and shuddered under Jungkook. 

“Don’t just stand there, Jin,” Jungkook muttered, not bothering to look at Seokjin as he began to kiss his way down Yoongi’s chest, pausing to tease each nipple until they were hard and every gentle tug of his teeth made Yoongi’s body jolt and spasm. He was so sensitive that Jungkook didn’t know how he was going to handle two people at the same time, but he was more than ready to find out. 

Glancing over at Seokjin briefly, Jungkook made a small sound against Yoongi’s skin, surprised by the clear lust on Seokjin’s face. He wasn’t just watching Yoongi, he was watching both of them, and Jungkook couldn’t stop the way he trembled with that knowledge, nor did he want to. In fact, it just made him more eager, his tongue tracing over the dips of Yoongi’s stomach as he continued his way down. 

When he reached the waistband of his underwear, Yoongi’s legs began to move restlessly underneath Jungkook, pushing out only to be stopped by Jungkook’s thighs and forced inward again. Yoongi made a frustrated sound that was quickly followed by a plea. “Please, one of you do something.”

“Go on, Jungkook,” Seokjin urged as he finally stepped closer. He stopped when he reached the edge of the bed, and, instead of climbing on like Jungkook had done, Seokjin reached out and tipped Yoongi’s head back. Yoongi realized, somewhat hazily, that Seokjin seemed to like controlling where his face went. Well, actually, he seemed to like controlling things in general. With that in mind, he opened his mouth forcing Seokjin’s fingers to drag over his chin to his lips, and waited. Seokjin let out a heavy breath and, as Yoongi had expected, slid his fingers into Yoongi’s mouth. “Where has this been hiding all these years, hmm?”

Yoongi hummed around his fingers, knowing his eyes were dancing with amusement. People always tended to think he was more demure than he actually was, mostly because he really did love romance, helping people, and often fantasized about the idea of meeting his soulmate. He just left out the part where he was mostly sure he’d meet that soulmate in the dirty bathroom of a pub when he gave him a blowjob. No one at the office needed to know that part.

Content now that Seokjin was closer and touching him, Yoongi reached down and threaded his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, tentatively lifting his hips upward. Jungkook had stopped moving at his lower belly, seemingly content with nibbling on the available skin there, but when Yoongi moved underneath him, he lifted his eyes and groaned. “You’re so pretty.”

Flushing deeply at the compliment, Yoongi lifted his hips again, silently urging Jungkook forward. This time, Jungkook smiled at him and slid his fingers underneath Yoongi’s underwear, slowly pulling them down and tossing them away. The force with which his cock sprang out of the tight confines of his underwear made Yoongi cover his face, feeling the previous blush intensify, but Seokjin simply grabbed one hand and pulled it away. “None of that.”

“Yea, we want to see you,” Jungkook said, his smile turning into a smirk as he wrapped a hand around Yoongi’s cock and squeezed, making Yoongi whine around Seokjin’s fingers. “You’re so worked up. Will you last?”

That was a good question and one that Yoongi genuinely didn’t know the answer to. He felt like he was floating already, the fingers in his mouth pushing down on his tongue and making him drool, the hand around his cock stroking lazily and making him tremble in barely restrained anticipation. He wished he was doing more, but they seemed to be enjoying playing with him, so Yoongi let himself relax and float, his body thrumming pleasantly with the feeling of being surrounded.

Seokjin noticed the second Yoongi’s eyes lost focus, his body going almost lax even as his moans picked up volume and frequency. He had to palm himself over his pants, squeezing gently like that would ease some of the tension building in the pit of his stomach. As expected, it did little and the only thing that saved him from losing it entirely was the small sound of Jungkook gasping as he noticed Yoongi’s state too. “Oh, wow.”

“He’s perfect,” Seokjin agreed quietly, slowly withdrawing his fingers from Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi chased them, angling his body closer to the edge of the bed like he was trying to get to him. It made Seokjin blink, his brain malfunctioning seeing Yoongi that close to his dick, even if he was still wearing pants. “Shit.”

“Better put something back in his mouth,” Jungkook commented dryly a second before he bent over and slid his lips over Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi cried out, the hand in Jungkook’s hair tightening as he bucked up into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook hummed around him even as he grabbed his hips and forced them down, pinning them against the bed as he began to bob his head in earnest. 

Feeling suddenly desperate, Seokjin hastily undid his pants and pushed them down alongside his underwear. He kicked them off blindly and hiked his shirt, clutching it to his chest as he grabbed the base of his cock and angled it toward Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi took no prompting, his lips parting again so that Seokjin could slowly push inside. 

The second Yoongi sealed his lips around his cock, Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Yoongi had such a small mouth and he could practically feel the strain of keeping his lips that wide and, though Seokjin wasn’t overly large by any stretch of the imagination, it stroked the sweet spot of his ego.

Hearing the mix of Yoongi and Seokjin moaning made Jungkook begin to rut against Yoongi’s calves. He couldn’t keep his eyes off their faces. They both looked so different in their pleasure, but both expressions were so honest. It was also particularly hot to see the wet gleam of Seokjin’s cock move in and out of Yoongi’s mouth. He could tell Yoongi liked it too, if the steady stream of precum was anything to go by. He’d already been dripping but it was more frequent now, the heartbeat-like pulses of his cock clear under Jungkook’s eager tongue. 

Though he knew they’d really only been touching each other for a short time, he felt like time had stretched and this had been going on for hours. He didn’t think he’d ever been so eager to fuck someone before and he was a little bit worried that, despite teasing Yoongi, it would be him that couldn’t last. 

With that in mind, Jungkook dragged his fingers through the mixture of spit and precum that had leaked out from his mouth and trailed his fingers down to Yoongi’s hole, massaging his rim teasingly. It gave way easily under the pressure, telling him that Yoongi had been truthful about prepping beforehand, but Jungkook wasn’t about to touch him dry. 

So, lifting his head after one last teasing lick of the head of Yoongi’s cock, Jungkook dipped a finger into Yoongi’s hole and asked, “Lube?”

Yoongi barely heard him. The only sound he heard was the one made by Seokjin’s cock hitting the back of his throat and the moans that resulted. Previously, he could hear the wet sound of Jungkook sucking his dick too but that was gone now.

It was gone now.

Yoongi blinked his eyes opened, but he could only see Seokjin’s pelvis so that wasn’t helpful. Jungkook seemed to realize that at the same time because he crawled back up Yoongi’s body, his middle and index finger still rubbing his hole, and, directly into Yoongi’s ear, repeated, “Lube?”

“Drwrr,” Yoongi attempted the word garbled by the steady thrust of Seokjin’s hips.

“I think he said drawer,” Seokjin translated, the smile on his lips trembling like he couldn’t quite hold the expression in place. A second later, his hips kicked forward again, his cock hitting the back of Yoongi’s throat, and he moaned, confirming Jungkook’s theory. 

Against his neck, Yoongi felt Jungkook’s lips bunch and pressed his thighs together, once again embarrassed though he wasn’t entirely sure why. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was enjoying the feeling, he was enjoying all of this, so he didn’t really care anymore.

Vaguely, he heard the sound of a drawer opening and then Seokjin muttering a few curses, likely because he’d found Yoongi’s somewhat impressive toy collection, and then there was the sound of a cap opening and the wet, cool feeling of lube dripping down his cock and coating his hole. He tried to widen his legs again only to once again hit Jungkook’s thighs since he was still straddling him. This time, however, he wasn’t going to take that. He pulled off Seokjin’s cock and demanded, “Get between my legs, Jungkook. Now.”

Jungkook smiled again but Seokjin replied, “You heard him.”

“I did,” Jungkook agreed, his one leg lifting to slide between Yoongi’s thighs to push upward. Before Yoongi could even process the feeling of the newfound pressure on his balls, Jungkook was using his other leg to prop Yoongi’s legs wide open and pushing the other outward so he was spread wide. Immediately, he blushed from being put on display like that, but any embarrassment he might have felt evaporated the second Jungkook finally pressed two fingers inside. “How’s that?”

“Yes,” Yoongi moaned, his legs automatically lifting to cradle Jungkook’s hips. Jungkook, however, pushed his left leg back down while Seokjin grabbed the right, holding him even wider. Yoongi looked at Seokjin in question, having momentarily forgotten he was there due to the fingers thrusting in and out of him, but before he could say anything, his lips parted on a partially loud moan and Seokjin used the opportunity to slip his cock back into his mouth. He could only moan in response, but that was all Seokjin needed to hear. 

With his face pressed against Yoongi’s neck like this, Jungkook could feel every movement of Yoongi’s jaw, hear every desperate swallow of Seokjin’s cock, and it made him lose focus. He found himself staring, propping himself up and simply watching, instinctively matching the movement of his fingers to Seokjin’s thrusts. When Seokjin bottomed out with force, Jungkook pressed hard against Yoongi’s prostate, making him cry out, which, Jungkook realized with a thrill, made Seokjin moan too because of the vibrations. He felt like he was making them both feel good at the same time and it didn’t occur to him that he not only hadn’t undressed, but he hadn’t touched himself yet either. 

Seokjin, however, noticed that immediately as well as the glazed look in Jungkook’s eyes. It made his stomach tighten dangerously and he knew that, without a doubt, he had to see them both fall apart first otherwise he’d feel like he’d missed his chance to see something amazing.

“Jungkookie,” Seokjin called only to grab his hair when he didn’t answer so that he could forcefully lift Jungkook’s face. The action only made Jungkook moan, which Seokjin most certainly filed away for later, but he was looking at him now, which was what he’d wanted. “I want you to fuck Yoongi’s first.”

Jungkook let out a trembling breath, his lashes fluttering as he looked down at Yoongi again, who was staring up at him with wide eager eyes even though his lips were still wrapped around Seokjin’s cock. “You sure?”

“If Yoongi’s okay with it,” Seokjin said, pulling his cock out so that Yoongi could actually respond. “What do you want, Yoongi?”

“A dick in me like yesterday,” Yoongi answered immediately, his voice hoarse. “Also fuck me from behind. I prefer it.”

“God,” Jungkook whispered, an abrupt laugh falling from his lips. “Okay. On your knees. Jin, are you getting on the bed?”

Seokjin nodded. “I will.”

Slowly, Jungkook removed his fingers from Yoongi and sat up. Yoongi blinked up at them both, his entire body flushed pink, and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from running his hands up Yoongi’s thighs to his sides, his thumbs pressing against Yoongi’s nipples.

“Please, Jungkook.” Jungkook nodded abruptly, not wanting to hear Yoongi beg like that, and crawled off the bed. He watched as Yoongi hastily got up and repositioned himself on his knees, his hands settling on his thighs as he looked at them both. “Strip. Both of you.”

Seokjin snorted but pulled his shirt off finally, his eyes turning to Jungkook who cleared his throat awkwardly since he was still entirely dressed. He ducked his head as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid off his pants and underwear quickly. He couldn’t stop himself from scratching behind his ear, suddenly unsure how they’d react, but Seokjin just laughed and groaned low in his throat. “God, you’re fit.”

“I could feel it when you were pressed against me but seeing it…” Yoongi breathed as he moved to the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over Jungkook’s chest and down to his abs. When he got to his cock, which was embarrassingly red, Yoongi bit his lip. “Fuck me raw?”

“I— okay,” Jungkook agreed without thought. He knew that he should probably ask follow-up questions but the way Yoongi smiled at him when he agreed made his brain cease to function. If there had been anything left, even a mere brain cell, it died when Yoongi turned from him and bent over, propping himself up on his elbows as he wiggled. Total brain death, as far as Jungkook was concerned.

Jungkook reached out, his hands sliding over Yoongi’s hips and coming to a halt at his waist. He squeezed and tugged him closer even as he took a step forward, his cock brushing over the back of Yoongi’s thighs. Slowly, he dragged his hands back and grabbed Yoongi’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart with a small groan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Seokjin get on the bed and guide Yoongi up so that he was level with his cock again. It made Jungkook wonder just how good Yoongi’s mouth felt, but, before he could vocalize that thought, Seokjin met his eyes and crooked his fingers. “On the bed too. We want Yoongi to be comfortable, right?”

Yoongi groaned, impatience clear in the set of his shoulders, but Jungkook nodded and climbed onto the bed, smacking Yoongi’s ass lightly so that he followed him. Yoongi didn’t need to be guided. At this point he was about ready to tackle one of them down himself and ride them until they were the ones crying. He felt like he’d been trying to get them to fuck him for hours now and at every opportunity they dragged it out longer than it needed to be.

His displeasure must have been clear on his face because Seokjin smiled down at him and cupped his cheek, his free hand moving to his cock and guiding it toward his lips. “You’ll get what you want soon, won’t he, Jungkook?”

“Yes,” Jungkook agreed, the telltale sound of the lube bottle opening again as Jungkook coated his cock with lube. 

Swallowing eagerly, Yoongi ran his tongue along the underside of Seokjin’s cock, sucking teasingly on the head every time he pulled back. He could feel Seokjin tremble after each pull of his mouth and it made his blood heat in satisfaction. That feeling only intensified when Jungkook finally pressed the head of his cock against Yoongi’s hole and pushed in. He moved slower than he really needed to, Yoongi had been very thorough in his preparations, but, though he was impatient, something about Jungkook’s care made Yoongi’s stomach turn over on itself. He made him feel a bit overwhelmed, so much so that he wasn’t sure how to handle it, but then Jungkook bottomed out, the hands on his waist tightening near painfully, and any soft emotions he was feeling fell away under the desire to finally get fucked until he came.

Threading his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, Seokjin massaged his scalp even as his head bobbed up and down over his cock. He glanced at Jungkook, noting the way his brows were furrowed like he was angry at something, and smiled. He was sure that if this was any other sexual encounter, he’d have cum ages ago—Yoongi was very good with his mouth—but his desire to see them both fall apart held so much of his attention that he never got close enough to cumming to be worried about it. He supposed his staying power was improved by outward focus, who knew?

Yoongi moaned around Seokjin’s cock suddenly, his hips wiggling in a silent message to Jungkook that he could move. Jungkook slid his hand up Yoongi’s spine in response, lingering around the back of his neck next to Seokjin’s hand, and then he pulled his hips back and thrusted forward with enough force that the rhythm Yoongi had set was broken and he was forced forward, choking on Seokjin’s cock in the process. 

Unable to stop himself, Seokjin tightened his hold in Yoongi’s hair and held him still so that he could thrust instead. Yoongi looked up at him, his eyes watery and glazed, and Seokjin felt his thrusts stutter, his belly tightening dangerously. He wasn’t close to cumming, not really, but that look was going to be imprinted in his mind forever. “Does that feel good, Yoongi? Happy now?”

“Mmfmmf.”

Jungkook laughed, the sound strained. “It’s mean to ask him questions when your dick is in his mouth.”

“I understood him just fine,” Seokjin murmured, the fingers on his free hand trailing over Yoongi’s spit-slick lips. “I bet you’d look so pretty much my cum on your face.”

Jungkook cursed, his thrusts faltering as his eyes snapped up to Seokjin in heated shock. Yoongi moaned in response, clearly enjoying the image too, so Seokjin simply smiled. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” Jungkook bit out as he began to fuck into Yoongi harder, making sure to hold him in place so he didn’t fall into Seokjin. He could feel Yoongi spasming around him with every thrust, his hole desperately tightening around him like he wanted him to stay buried inside. With no condom, he could feel everything more intensely and he was sure if he could get Yoongi to cockwarm him, he’d do it for hours just to keep feeling this. 

That thought made his breathing turn ragged, the long-ignored tension in his body building more and more each minute. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside Yoongi, see him covered in it, just as Seokjin had said. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, the image bolstered by the muffled sounds of Yoongi’s moans. He was already so close, each spasm pulling him in more, and he was sure if he could just—

“Switch Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, his hips slamming home and staying there. Yoongi whined, his back arching as he tried to get Jungkook to move again, but Jungkook was staring at Seokjin. “What?”

“I said switch,” Seokjin repeated, using the hand on Yoongi’s hair to pull him off his cock. Yoongi blinked up at him, lips swollen red and eyelashes clumped together. “Flip around, Yoongi. You wanted us both, right?”

Yoongi honestly didn’t care which one of them fucked him at the moment. He just wanted to cum. So, without argument, he nodded and pushed himself up, smiling gratefully at Jungkook when he pulled him up too. On wobbly legs, he spun around so that he was looking at Jungkook, who blinked at him once, eyes flicking all over his face, then lunged forward and kissed him hard. Yoongi bowed back from the force of it, but he kissed him back eagerly, his arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders and latching on.

Behind him, Seokjin stroked his cock lazily for a moment, enjoying the view, and then crawled over so that he was pressed against Yoongi’s back. He placed a hand on his hip, pulling his cheeks apart, and guided his cock toward Yoongi’s hole. At first, he pressed in lightly, just allowing the head to enter, but soon Yoongi began to press back into him so he thrust forward, bottoming out with a slap. 

Almost immediately, Yoongi’s head fell back into Seokjin, his arms tightening around Jungkook’s neck as he cried out. Unlike Jungkook, Seokjin didn’t see any real need to be gentle so he began a punishing pace, fucking into Yoongi hard and fast until the only sounds leaving his mouth were garbled moans and pleas. Jungkook stared at his face, his eyes dark and consumed, so Seokjin pressed a thumb to Yoongi’s lips and asked, “Don’t you want to try?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Seokjin for a moment then he nodded and moved back, slowly guiding Yoongi down until he was on his hands and knees again. The second both his hands touched the bed, Yoongi reached for Jungkook’s cock guiding it into his mouth so that he could swallow it down. For some reason, he was possessed by the need to show Jungkook that he’d been worth the wait so he hollowed his cheeks immediately, digging his tongue into the slit and dragging it around the head of his cock. Jungkook cried out, the sound more pitched than Yoongi had been expecting, and he clenched down on Seokjin’s cock in response. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Seokjin managed, his fingers digging into Yoongi’s ass. “You feel so good.”

Even lost in the feeling of Yoongi’s mouth, Jungkook couldn’t help but agree. Fucking Yoongi had to be the best feeling he’d ever had. He wasn’t sure if it was Yoongi specifically, or the situation, but he was already preparing himself to grovel for another chance to be with him just like this. “He’s so good. Amazing even.”

Seokjin hummed, the sound deep and rumbly. “The way he clenched down at that. You like compliments, Yoongi?”

Yoongi dragged his mouth up Jungkook’s cock, his thumb following his lips all the way up and settling just below the head. He flicked his tongue over the slit and admitted, “Yes.”

Jungkook made a weak sound and hauled Yoongi back up, slotting their lips together in a messy, wet kiss. Yoongi was surprised, his focus scattered between the feeling of Seokjin pounding into him and Jungkook’s attentive hands on his skin, but matched Jungkook’s kiss, forcing his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. That didn’t stop the hand on Jungkook’s cock from moving, sloppily jerking him off the best he could. He could feel Jungkook’s desperation in the kiss and how close he was in the way his cock pulsed. Yoongi knew he wasn’t that far behind, his muscles growing tighter and tighter with every passing moment. He was so close he could taste it. He’d prefer if Jungkook came inside but as long as Seokjin did, he could make peace with that. 

He just needed—

“Switch.”

“Jin,” Yoongi nearly screamed, frustration making him shake. That was the second time Seokjin had stopped just when he thought he was going to cum. He was sure that he was doing it on purpose and Jungkook looked just as affected as Yoongi felt so he wasn’t sure why he kept interfering. “Let me cum.”

“You will. I swear. Trust me?” Seokjin murmured, his hips rotating pointedly.

Letting out a stuttered breath, Yoongi nodded, just as he had last time. Jungkook, however, was less happy to let Yoongi’s lips go, chasing him as he pulled away. Yoongi felt his stomach tighten and nipped at his lips, whispering, “You’ll fuck me good, right?”

“Yes,” Jungkook promised instantly, only then letting Yoongi go so that he could turn around. 

This time, Jungkook wasted no time, practically slamming into Yoongi and sending him flying forward, his cheek squishing against Seokjin’s pelvis. He moaned against his skin, his fingers tangling in the rumpled blanket beneath him for support. Behind him, Jungkook mumbled an apology and pulled back, allowing Yoongi to lap at Seokjin’s cock again, but a second later, he was falling forward again, his calves lifting from the mattress with each thrust. Jungkook simply grabbed onto his ankle and held it against his ass, not letting up in the slightest, and Yoongi knew that he was going to cum just like this and fuck did he want it.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me in,” Jungkook managed, his eyes wild. He knew he needed to ease up, like this Yoongi couldn’t even suck off Seokjin, but his body wouldn’t let him anymore. He was desperate to cum, to feel and hear Yoongi fall apart, and the ever-tightening ball in his stomach was about to burst.

Flicking his eyes between the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Yoongi’s hole and Yoongi’s face, Jungkook watched as Seokjin slapped his cock against Yoongi’s parted lips. Each time, Yoongi widened his mouth more, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip, but Seokjin just pulled back and repeated the process. It was fairly light degradation but they certainly hadn’t talked about it so Jungkook’s eyes widened when Yoongi’s moans picked up volume and he began to ramble.

It took his frazzled brain a few chants to hear what he said, but the second he did, Jungkook was cumming without warning. All he heard was Yoongi pleading desperately for Jungkook to fill him up and that was it. He felt shame burn his cheeks, knowing that he’d cum first without even the courtesy of a warning, but the pleasure wracking his body and the pitched whines of Yoongi’s satisfaction at getting what he wanted eased that feeling. 

Seokjin, admittedly, hadn’t expected Jungkook to cum like that. He’d been caught off guard, unable to do anything but watch Jungkook’s face scrunching up and then go slack as an almost violent tremour wracked his body. He felt something click into his place in his mind, like he’d accomplished something amazing, and suddenly all the tension and pleasure he hadn’t been able to enjoy slammed into him like a freight train and he was pulling Yoongi up and forcing him back so that he was sitting more heavily on Jungkook’s cock.

Still lost in the post-orgasm fog, Jungkook settled back on his calves, pulling Yoongi with him so that he was sitting on his rapidly softening cock. Yoongi began to squirm, small pleas for someone to touch him falling from his lips. Jungkook went to jerk him off, more than aware that his cock had been neglected for a great deal of this, but Seokjin grabbed his hand and yanked it away, using the force to push Jungkook even further back until he was laying on the bed. Instinctively, he brought Yoongi with him, his arm tightening around his waist to keep him steady as he was lying on his chest. 

Feeling a small pain in his knees, Jungkook readjusted his legs, moving to stretch them out only to freeze at the look on Seokjin’s face. He’d seen a great deal of lust during this and raw want, but Seokjin had remained pretty collected. He wasn’t now. He looked desperate, like he’d been holding it together just to see Jungkook cum, and he could only swallow, his spent cock twitching deep inside Yoongi.

Yoongi noticed the look a moment later, his Adam’s apple bobbing even as he reached for Seokjin. “Please, Jin. Please? I’m so close. Please.”

Seokjin nodded, his fingers dipping between Yoongi’s legs and sliding over Jungkook’s cock where it was still buried inside. Slowly, he lifted Yoongi’s hips, making Jungkook slide out with a weak hiss, and then quickly, before Yoongi could whine, replaced Jungkook’s cock with his own. 

Held in place by Jungkook’s arm, Yoongi arched away from Jungkook’s chest, trying to drive his hips into Seokjin to encourage him to fuck him hard and fast. He didn’t need to move, as it turned out, because a second later Seokjin grabbed his thighs and forced them open, his fingers digging into Yoongi’s skin near painfully as he began to fuck into him harshly and with little rhythm. Yoongi was too far gone to care. The ball that had been ready to burst while Jungkook fucked him hadn’t dissipated and all too soon he was shaking and sobbing out desperate pleas to let him cum. 

He wasn’t entirely sure he was using actual words but when he felt a hand wrap around his cock, he nearly cried in relief. He’d never gone this long without cumming before and his cock was so painfully hard that he wanted nothing more than to just cum. It took barely a few strokes for Yoongi to get his wish, his throat spasming as he screamed from the force of his orgasm. He felt cum coat his chest, some hitting his chin, but that barely registered over the feeling of utter weightlessness that overtook his body as rode wave after wave of his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Seokjin bit out, his eyes flicking over Yoongi’s fucked out face and Jungkook’s blissed-out expression. They both looked so wrecked and he’d been the one to make that happen. He felt pride and ego swirl in his belly, pushing down harshly on the tension that had been building rapidly since Jungkook had cum, and squeezed his eyes shut, finally allowing himself to let go. The force of his orgasm made him curl forward, his forehead pressing into the side of Yoongi’s chest as he continued to thrust, driven by some primal need to fuck his cum even deeper into Yoongi and mix it with Jungkook’s like he’d asked.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how long he did that, but eventually, he felt Yoongi go lax beneath him so he lifted himself up, scanning Yoongi and Jungkook to make sure that they were okay. Seeing pleased expressions, Seokjin settled back onto his thighs and gently pulled out. He stared at Yoongi’s hole as cum immediately began to dribble out. His hand lifted, to do what he wasn’t sure, but Yoongi’s hand slid between his legs, two fingers pressing into his hole like he was trying to prevent the cum from escaping, and Seokjin felt like he was going to get hard again. He did not have a breeding kink, but he couldn’t deny whatever Yoongi was doing was hot as hell.

He’d already known that he loved Yoongi, that he wanted to do whatever he could to be with him, but as he watched Jungkook rub Yoongi’s side comfortingly, and Yoongi sigh happily as he moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, he realized that he wanted to do this again with both of them. It wasn’t just that he wanted Yoongi, it was that he wanted this. He wasn’t sure what that meant for his feelings, but he figured they could take some time to figure that out. Preferably when they weren’t all covered in cum. “Where’s your bathroom, Yoongi? I’ll get a cloth.”

Yoongi hummed vaguely. “Beside the kitchen.”

Seokjin nodded and slipped out of bed, his fingers trailing over Yoongi’s side and Jungkook’s hand, before leaving the room. Yoongi turned his head toward Jungkook, brushing his nose against his cheek. In response, Jungkook rolled them to the side, his arm looping over Yoongi possessively. “You okay?”

“Yea,” Yoongi confirmed quietly. “Perfect actually.”

“It wasn’t too much?” 

“It was, but that’s what I wanted,” Yoongi assured him, his nose scrunching. Jungkook blinked at the expression, endeared by the innocence of it when Yoongi was literally dripping with three different people’s cum. It made his brain spin but the only thought at the center of it was that he couldn’t lose Yoongi. Or Seokjin. He’d loved Seokjin before and perhaps those feelings had never really faded, and he liked Yoongi so much. He wanted to be with them both. He knew that Seokjin and Yoongi probably liked each other more than he liked him, but he hoped, more than anything, that he could convince them that he was worth it. “I like you a lot, you know?”

“I like you too,” Jungkook managed, surprised that Yoongi had responded to his inner monologue. 

“And I like Seokjin too,” Yoongi added, his eyes flicking over Jungkook’s expression as if assessing him.

“I know.”

“That’s okay with you?” 

“Yes.”

“Good,” Yoongi murmured, humming again as he rolled onto his back and blinked up at the ceiling. Nothing was spectacularly clear as of yet, and he’d have to talk to Seokjin too, and then both of them to establish some rules and boundaries, but, for now, Yoongi stretched with a pleased smile on his lips, convinced that this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had. 

So far.

FIN