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[the worst moment of jeon jeongguk’s life—]

—is when he walks into work on an otherwise normal Tuesday morning, and Jin is waiting for him in the reception area, and the doors to the back rooms are open and Jeongguk can hear one of the cats yowling and at least three dogs barking, a cacophony of noise ricocheting around the inside of his severely undercaffeinated skull, and then Jin says, “Good morning. Can you hang around after your shift? Jimin and I need to talk to you about something. Also, Notorious C.A.T. has diarrhea again and I’m gonna go ahead and pull seniority on this one. Sorry in advance.”He keeps talking after that, because Jin is a freakish superhuman who never drinks coffee and yet somehow contains within him all the energy of a red supergiant before it goes supernova, but Jeongguk’s not paying attention. His brain is caught on the fishhook of Jimin and I need to talk to you about something.Standing there in the reception area, ears ringing, Jeongguk feels like—the aftermath of a supernova. He feels like what happens when a star begins to die. He feels like the words gravitational collapse.(It’s Jimin, not Jeongguk, who’s been watching Cosmos. Maybe that says it all.)Jeongguk doesn’t even protest when Jin hands him a mop and steers him into the quarantined room where they keep all the older, special care cats. He spends the morning cleaning up poop and clipping toenails and expressing anal glands—really a standard day at the animal shelter—and the entire time, Jin’s voice is on loop in his head. Jimin and I need to talk to you about something. Jimin and I need to talk to you about something. Jimin and I need to talk to you about something.By noon, Jeongguk’s hands are shaking uncontrollably. He’s downed three cups of coffee on an empty stomach and his thoughts are tumbling like whitewater, rolling over each other, crashing against the rocks of his brain. 
They figured it out. They figured it out. They figured it out and they’re uncomfortable. They’re friend-dumping you. They figured it out and they don’t want to be around you anymore. You were too obvious. You made things awkward. You ruined it. They love each other so much that they don’t need you at all.
And so on.Jeongguk’s shift ends at two and Jin’s at two-thirty, and they meet Jimin at the café next door. Their café. Maybe not their café anymore. At this point, Jeongguk has already prepared his response. He’s gone from pathetic—Jimin, please, you’ve known me your whole life, you know I would never actually act on it, you know I’d never want to damage your relationship, Jin, Jin-hyung, please don’t do this, please, I’ll get over it, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—to blank, numb. Okay. I understand. I’m sorry. Whatever you need.Jimin is already sitting at the table-that-is-not-their-table-anymore when Jeongguk and Jin push through the door of the café, bells jingling above their heads. He waves at them, and even from across the café Jeongguk can tell he looks nervous. Of course he looks nervous. Jimin is kind. He’s bossy and often passive-aggressive and frequently petty, but beneath it all he is so, so kind. So is Jin, though he’d rather die than admit it.The barista says something. Jeongguk replies, maybe. Jin pays for their drinks without even complaining about it, oh god. He probably feels bad about the imminent friend-dumping. He probably knows Jeongguk is going to cry. Jin is provocative and ridiculous right up until Jeongguk is actually upset about something, and then he drops everything—work shifts, prior commitments, the act—to make Jeongguk feel better. Still goofy, but only to make Jeongguk smile. This is going to hurt so fucking bad.They sit down. Jeongguk curls both hands around the warm mug of whatever he ordered, and does not drink. There’s a lump in his throat. He glances up to see Jin and Jimin sitting so close together, holding hands under the table like they always do. He looks away again.“Jeongguk,” says Jimin. “Jin-hyung and I need to talk to you about something. It’s…. There’s no easy way to say it, but it’s something we’ve been thinking about for a really, really long time.”“Okay,” Jeongguk rasps, not looking up.“We…,” Jimin starts. “We, um.” His cheeks are pink; Jeongguk’s never seen him this flustered. “We, okay, so—it might sound strange, or no, not strange, just, um, a little unorthodox, but you see, we—”Jin rolls his eyes. “I’ve got this, babe,” he says. “Okay, JK, listen up.” ii. 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life—]
   —is when Jin says, “Jimin and I have come to the realization that we are madly and irrevocably in love with you,” and then shrieks so loud that everyone in the entire fucking café turns around to look at him. One of the baristas drops a mug, which shatters upon impact with the floor, which makes everyone turn back around to look at her.“Sorry,” Jimin calls out, one hand clapped over Jin’s mouth. “Sorry, everyone, we’re so sorry.” To the barista, he says, “He’ll pay for that mug.”Jin makes a cranky noise into Jimin’s palm.“Behave,” Jimin hisses, and Jin makes a louder, crankier noise, and then Jimin yanks his hand away, wiping it on his jeans. “Ew, hyung, really?”“First of all, how dare you attempt to silence me,” Jin says. “Second of all, not only do we kiss each other literally all the time, but you were willing to do you-know-what in a public you-know-where the other day and yet now you’re drawing the line at hand-licking?” He shakes his head, tsk-ing. “Hand-licking in self-defense, no less. Vile oppressor. Also, side note, I think we’ve broken Jeonggukie.”In unison, they turn back to Jeongguk, who has not moved or breathed for almost two minutes. He’s getting lightheaded.“Uh,” he says hoarsely, finally sucking in a breath. “Can we—go back to—that thing you said? About you guys, and—me?”“No, come on, it was hard enough saying it the first time,” Jin whines. “Let’s all just collectively agree to move on.”Jimin elbows him in the ribs. “We talked about this.”“FINE,” says Jin, and meets Jeongguk’s eyes. His expression is controlled, if a little wild-eyed, but his ears are so red. He keeps squirming in his chair like he wants to make a break for it, the pent-up energy almost visible beneath his skin. He’s going supernova.In contrast, Jeongguk—still can’t move.Can’t even think, really.“Please,” he says, and Jin goes still.“Jeonggukie,” he says. “Jeongguk-ah. Did you really not know?”“Know what,” says Jeongguk.“That we love you,” says Jimin, reaching across the table to take one of Jeongguk’s hands in his own. He’s still pink, but the set of his mouth is determined. “We—you don’t have to give us an answer right now, obviously, you can take all the time you need, and if it’s no—then it’s no, and that’s okay. But. You’re the one who introduced us, and even in the beginning—you were the biggest thing we had in common. We talked about you so much, and, and it took a while but we, um. Sort of came to separate realizations about our feelings for you, and then—well, we both angsted about it, and then we confessed to each other, and it was very dramatic, but. In the end, it was the same confession.”It’s so much. It’s too much. Never, not once—Jeongguk never imagined this, not even in his drunkest, darkest, weakest moments. He never imagined this, not once. Never even knew it was an option. For other people, maybe, but not for him. Not for Jeon Jeongguk. Not with Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin.He stares at them, coffee forgotten, words forgotten, just—stunned. He stares at them: Jimin tucked into Jin’s side, their hands still linked beneath the table, and above the table, Jimin’s other hand in Jeongguk’s own. The fear in their eyes. The honest, lovely red of Jin’s ears.“We want to be with you,” Jimin says. His fingernails are digging into Jeongguk’s palm. “Like, all three of us, together.”“You don’t have to say anything now,” adds Jin. His gaze is sharp; his voice is gentle. “Just…take some time. Okay?”“Okay,” Jeongguk whispers. iii. 
[he takes some time—]
 —but of course, in the end (in the beginning), he says yes. iv.  
[they take some time—]
 —to explore this nascent thing. They circle each other slowly; they take turns running their fingers along the walls of this new place, mapping the edges, noting the limits. They talk and talk and talk about what they’re feeling, which is fine for Jimin and difficult for Jeongguk and downright nightmarish for Jin, but they do it. They read books and scroll through endless online forums about other people with relationships like theirs. They learn and relearn how to touch each other. It takes a long time for Jeongguk to stop feeling like an intruder on Jin and Jimin’s perfect relationship; it takes a long time for him to stop feeling guilty about looking at them with intent, about holding their hands or cuddling with them on the couch or, god, sleeping in their bed. It takes a really, really long time for him to be okay with anything more than that. It takes almost three months.There’s nothing special going on, the day he finally kisses them. It’s not a monthiversary or whatever. Jeongguk is actually on his way out the door; Jimin is eating leftovers at the kitchen counter; Jin is squinting at the teakettle like he’s trying to intimidate the water into boiling faster. It’s morning, it’s autumn, Jeongguk is running late for work, he hasn’t slept in his own bed for two weeks, the weather is nice, he’s in love.“Hey,” he says. “Hyung.”They both look up.“C’mere,” he says, and something in his voice must give him away, because Jin and Jimin hurry over to him immediately, stepping into his space, Jin tall and broad and Jimin small, compact, elfin. It would be an odd match if they weren’t both so beautiful. Jeongguk’s still not totally convinced that he fits, but—He wants to.“Can you—,” he says, glancing between them, and thank god, they understand.Jin lets out a sharp little breath, half amused and half something that makes Jeongguk shiver, and then he leans down and draws Jimin into a kiss. Two fingers under Jimin’s chin, tipping his face up. Firm, familiar. Jimin smiles into it, smiles into Jin’s mouth, and Jeongguk’s heart—red giant. Nuclear fusion.They break apart, Jimin’s cheeks flushed and Jin making a squinchy, overwhelmed face. Then Jimin, still smiling, curls his fingers into the front of Jeongguk’s shirt and pulls him in. His mouth is so soft. His smile widens and Jeongguk kisses his crooked front tooth, kisses his bottom lip, and then there’s a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder and he’s leaning back, dazed, leaning in, kissing Jin. A kiss like in the movies, Jin’s hand sliding into his hair.Touching gets easier, after that.Easier and easier. v. 
[the first attempt—]
 —is, by all accounts, a disaster.It starts out great. They’ve been talking about this for weeks: the next step. The natural escalation of the kissing, which they’ve all been doing a lot. Like, a lot. Like, Jeongguk has taken to wearing scarves indoors. One time, the kissing progressed to: Jeongguk in Jin’s lap, shirtless, Jimin’s hands on him from behind. Another time: Jeongguk on the couch, Jimin on the floor between his legs, Jin watching with dark, half-lidded eyes.But they want to go further.Jeongguk wants to go further.And it really does start out great. They spend the entire day together, waking up slow and lazy, lounging around the apartment, kissing often, never changing out of their pajamas. All three of them participate in the dinner-making process, which means the kitchen is very crowded but also that they’re touching each other, touching Jeongguk, constantly, hands on his shoulders, fingers trailing over the small of his back, lips on his neck. His skin feels hypersensitive, the hairs on his arms standing up, his body humming in anticipation of the next slow, languid touch. Dinner. Steak and wine. Candlelight; a hand on Jeongguk’s thigh. Do you feel thoroughly romanced? Jin asks, winking obscenely.The answer is yes.Mood lighting, heated looks. They linger at the kitchen table, Jeongguk polishing off his wine even though he hates the taste, but he can’t help it, he’s nervous. Not conflicted, just nervous. He wants this to be good. (He wants to be good.)“Hey,” Jimin says softly, leaning in close. “Do you wanna…bedroom?”Jeongguk already feels that telltale pulse in his lower belly, the sensation of spreading warmth.“Yes,” he says, and together they move, and then they’re in the bedroom, on the bed, on the soft cloudlike bedspread, and it’s a little weird, maybe, the sense of Okay, we’re going to have sex now!, but Jeongguk’s glad for it. He wouldn’t want something like this to be spontaneous.His hands are shaking. Jin notices, takes one of Jeongguk’s hands and kisses it dramatically, bending low like a storybook prince. Jeongguk snorts, but it really does help him feel better.“Okay,” says Jimin, placing a reassuring hand on Jeongguk’s knee. He runs his thumb over a hole in Jeongguk’s pajama pants, smirking when Jeongguk shivers. “Remember what we talked about. Jeonggukie, did you wanna go with the red-yellow-green system, or did you pick a safe word?”“I picked a safe word,” Jeongguk replies. “‘Jeff Goldblum.’”“Perfect,” says Jin.“Terrible,” says Jimin. “No. Vetoed. Pick a different one.”“But he makes me feel safe,” says Jeongguk, pouting a little.Jin wraps an arm around Jeongguk, pulling him close and nosing at the side of his head. “I’m with JK on this one,” he says, his breath warm on Jeongguk’s ear. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’ve been noticing a distressing lack of Jeff Goldblum in our sex life for a while now.”Jimin levels him with a stare. “If you say another man’s name during sex, even Jeff Goldblum, I will actually, physically kill you. And then I’ll miss you so much that I’ll die, and then I’ll find you in the afterlife and kick your perfect ass.” He pauses for a moment. “On second thought, I’ll take Jeonggukie with me and he can do the ass-kicking, and I'll just cheer him on.”“Hey, wait,” Jeongguk protests. “Why do I have to die, too?”“I’m not going to the afterlife all by myself!” Jimin almost screeches. “What if I get lost! Or lonely! Or bored!”“You’ll have Jin-hyung!”“The entire point of this”—Jimin gestures wildly around their three-person circle—“is that I also want you, in this world and the next! Also, I have screenshots of you saying that you are, and I quote, ‘ride or die,’ so I guess that was a fucking lie.” He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring.Jeongguk splutters. “Do you just screenshot everything I say on the slight off-chance you’ll need to pull receipts on me?”“Not everything you say,” says Jimin. “Only the important things.”“Well, okay, fine. Maybe I’m not die, maybe I’m just ride.”“Insert joke about riding in a sexual context,” says Jin, and then shrugs when they both look at him. “No offense, actually yes offense, but I’m so over this Hindenburg of a conversation and I don’t feel the need to participate to the full extent of my abilities.”Jimin turns back to Jeongguk. “I cannot believe you’re retroactively withdrawing your status as ride or die.”“I’m still ride!” Jeongguk says. “I’m still happy to ride!”“Happy to Ride, title of your sex tape,” says Jin.“You know what, that’s fine,” says Jimin. “That’s totally fine, Jeongguk. It’s not like I’ve already ordered custom-printed matching shirts for the three of us where on the front there’s a picture of Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli but with our faces Photoshopped onto their bodies, and above the picture it says ‘THE GREATEST JOURNEY OF ALL…’ and then underneath, ‘…HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN.’ And then on one sleeve it says ‘The Best Things Always Come in Threes’ and the other one says ‘Our Love Can (And Will) Conquer Evil’ and then on the back there’s a big pink heart and it says ‘JIN + JIMIN + JK = FOREVER LOVE’ in my own personal handwriting.”“Holy god,” says Jeongguk.“Please tell me you put my face on Aragorn,” says Jin. “If I’m not Aragorn I will throw a fit, Jimin-ah. I will take off all of my clothes and throw a naked, sexy fit.”Jimin rolls his eyes. “Obviously you’re Aragorn and I’m Legolas and Jeonggukie is Gimli.”“Why am I—no, you know what, never mind,” says Jeongguk. “I don’t wanna know.”“It’s because someone had to be Gimli, and I know you’re gonna be such a good sport about it,” Jimin coos, leaning in to rub his nose against Jeongguk’s. “Because you’re so sweet and loving and selfless like that.” He kisses the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, the curve of his jaw. “Also, Gimli is the smallest and you’re my tiny baby.”“I have six centimeters and twenty pounds on you,” Jeongguk points out.“Five centimeters,” Jimin hisses, pulling back to glare at him again. “Five centimeters, you demon, I’m 173.”Jeongguk and Jin exchange a glance.Jimin catches it, mouth dropping open. “Wha—I am!” he insists. “You know I am!” Silence. His eyes narrow and he rounds on Jeongguk, the weak link. “Say that I am. Say it, Jeongguk. Come on. Say it. Say, ‘Jiminie-hyung is one hundred and seventy-three centimeters tall.’”“Don’t say it, Jeongguk-ah, I wanna see where this goes,” says Jin, delighted. “Ten thousand won says he pops a blood vessel. Also, wait, thought: if we're getting matching T-shirts, I want mine to be like a jersey, but instead of my name on the back it says ‘KING BITCH.’”“No,” says Jimin. “They need a theme.”“Okay, yours can say ‘BABY BITCH.’”“No!”“Remember five minutes ago when we were about to have incredibly romantic sex?” says Jeongguk to no one in particular. “What happened to that? Where did we go wrong?”“I’m too offended to be horny,” says Jimin.“I’m not offended enough,” says Jin.Jeongguk sighs. vi. 
[the second attempt, that same evening—]
 —is much more successful, quite possibly because they’ve all gotten the yelling out of their systems.What happens is this: they agree to use the red-yellow-green system, and then Jin leans over to sink his teeth into Jeongguk’s shoulder, as he does, and when he straightens up again Jeongguk catches his face and kisses him.Jin pulls away for a second, just long enough for Jeongguk to see the happy, wicked glint in his eyes, the way he takes a breath and opens his mouth to say something that is sure to be completely ridiculous, but Jeongguk doesn’t let it happen. He leans forward, tugging Jin into another kiss.They kiss each other lightly, at first. Testing, exploratory, even though they’ve done this a thousand times over the past few weeks. Jin’s mouth is impossibly soft beneath Jeongguk’s, his lips full and perfect, crooking up at the corners in a perpetual half-smile, or half-kiss. Jeongguk is vaguely aware of Jin’s big hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, and the angle is a bit awkward—they’re sitting beside each other on the bed, Jeongguk twisting sideways to meet Jin’s mouth—but then Jin moves, shuffling forward on his knees without ever breaking the kiss, and his hands slide up Jeongguk’s shoulders to curl around his jaw, tipping Jeongguk’s head back, exposing the line of his throat.Neither of them try to deepen the kiss. Their lips move slowly, catching, dragging, each movement prolonged, Jin kissing the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth and hovering there until Jeongguk turns his face just enough to slide their mouths together again.The rustling of blankets. The bed dipping as Jimin moves closer. Jeongguk shudders when Jimin’s lips brush his neck; he gasps a little, mouth dropping open involuntarily, and Jin’s next kiss lands on his front teeth, which makes both of them laugh. Jin takes Jeongguk’s face in his hands and smacks another kiss to his teeth, loud and obnoxious, and then immediately dips his tongue inside Jeongguk’s open mouth—just for a moment, tasting him, and Jeongguk’s giggle melts into a high, breathy moan.Jimin scoots closer, pressing himself up against Jeongguk’s back, arms snaking around Jeongguk’s waist. Then his lips are on Jeongguk’s throat again, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses from his clavicles to the curve of his jaw. Jeongguk sighs into Jin’s mouth, already feeling a little overstimulated in the best kind of way. His mind, caught between two places—Jin’s tongue in his mouth, Jimin sucking at the delicate skin of his throat—gives up and goes under, his thoughts turning hazy and incoherent and pulsing. He angles his head to gives Jimin even more access and is rewarded with a huff of breath on his skin, a scrape of teeth. The press of Jimin’s tongue. “Feels good, JK?” Jin mumbles into Jeongguk’s mouth. He’s smirking, the asshole. “You keep”—he takes Jeongguk’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucks at it, swallows Jeongguk’s gasp—“forgetting to multitask.”And Jeongguk realizes he hasn’t been kissing Jin back; he’s just been panting, mouth open for Jin to lick inside. His face grows warm. “Shut up,” he says into the next kiss. “‘M fucking great at multitasking.”Jin hums. “Guess we’ll find out,” he murmurs, a challenge, and Jeongguk rises to meet it, surging up into the kiss, nerves overtaken by obstinance. His hands fly up to grip the sides of Jin’s face and he crushes their mouths together, hard and hot.“Mm, not that I’m not enjoying the show,” says Jimin, one hand slipping up beneath Jeongguk’s shirt, “but I think I wanna have a turn.”“God, yeah,” Jin breathes, pulling back, and then Jeongguk is squirming, twisting around in Jimin’s arms, his back still flush with Jimin’s chest. It’s another weird, half-sideways angle, but he’s so gone at this point that he doesn’t even hesitate before drawing Jimin into a kiss. There’s no buildup this time, no slow, dizzying exploration; Jimin slips his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth, kissing him deep and dirty, tasting of wine, his lips so fucking lush. Jeongguk whines, an embarrassing little ha-a-a sound as Jimin slots their mouths together, licks into him, sucks on the tip of his tongue. And then, god, fuck, Jin’s teeth on his throat, working over the same spot Jimin was kissing earlier, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A red bruise in the shape of Jin’s mouth, a hot little sting. Oh, god, Jeongguk thinks, and then Jimin’s hand slides all the way up his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple, and he lets out a low, broken moan. Jimin pulls back, breaking the kiss. “You like that,” he says, sounding almost awed, and flicks his thumbnail more deliberately over Jeongguk’s nipple, eyes widening at Jeongguk’s high-pitched gasp. “Oh, wow. Jin-hyung, look at him, look how much he likes it.”“Jesus Christ,” Jin says, which makes Jeongguk look at him, and goddamn: Jin’s mouth is the color of the wine they drank with dinner, that deep beautiful red, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown and his dark hair pushed back off his forehead where Jeongguk ran his hands through it. He’s breathing hard, gaze flicking between Jeongguk and Jimin. He looks incredible. He looks stunned. He looks like he wants to make love and call it fucking, just to keep himself safe.“Hyung, please,” Jeongguk says, and he doesn’t even know which one he’s talking to, or what he’s asking for, only that he wants both of them to give it to him. “Hyung, oh.” Jimin rubs his thumb over Jeongguk’s other nipple and pleasure shoots through him, straight down to his belly. His head falls back onto Jimin’s shoulder and Jimin’s mouth returns to his neck, sucking, biting, the way Jeongguk likes it. He’s—hard. He’s hard, cock hot and pulsing in his pajama pants, and he wonders if that’s embarrassing. If Jin and Jimin are less affected, or the same.Jin reaches out, curling one hand around the back of Jeongguk’s head. His eyes never once leave Jeongguk’s face.Kiss me, Jeongguk thinks, his breaths coming fast and shallow. His lips ache from kissing already and he wants it to never stop, wants Jin to take his mouth, take him hard and deep, hold Jeongguk in place and fuck his tongue inside. He wants Jimin’s lips on his throat, his belly, his chest. His inner thighs. “Hyung,” he says again, more breath than voice, “hyung, please, I want, I want—”“Use your words,” says Jin. His fingers tighten in Jeongguk’s hair. “What do you want? You can have it. Just use your words.”“Shirt off,” Jeongguk manages. “My—take it off.”Jin nods, and then leans in and kisses Jeongguk again, closemouthed. Kisses him, and then kisses along the line of his jaw until he meets Jimin’s mouth over Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jeongguk sucks in a shaky breath. He leans back to watch them, captivated: the slide of their lips, Jin’s jaw working as he kisses Jimin hard and deep, the way Jimin arches up into it with a cut-off noise. The kiss is wet, sloppy, their tongues meeting more outside their mouths than in. A trail of spit runs from the corner of Jimin’s lips all the way down his chin, and Jeongguk reaches out without thinking, catches it with his thumb. Not to wipe it away but to smear it across Jimin’s skin, a sheen of wetness that Jin immediately follows with his lips, his tongue. Wetter, now.Then Jimin is tugging at the bottom of Jeongguk’s shirt, and Jeongguk closes his eyes and lifts his arms, allowing Jimin to pull his shirt over his head. The moment he emerges, Jin catches him in another long, slow kiss. Jeongguk imagines that he can taste Jimin on Jin’s tongue, and the thought makes him shiver and open up further, kiss harder, fingers raking through Jin’s hair.“Look at you,” Jimin murmurs, sucking Jeongguk’s earlobe into his mouth, nipping it. “You’re so—god.” He’s running his hands up and down Jeongguk’s newly bared sides, over his ribs and the dip of his waist. Tracing the outlines of him. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot, this is terrible, I hate this, you’re both so fucking hot.”Jin cackles, snorting directly into Jeongguk’s face, and then cackles louder when Jeongguk makes an indignant noise and shoves him away. “You hate it? You’re such a liar, Jimin-ah,” he says. “Don’t act like you didn’t lure us into your web of seduction for that exact reason.”“Are you calling me shallow?” Jimin demands.“Yes,” says Jin. “Yes, without hesitation.”“Well…,” Jimin says, and Jeongguk can hear the pout in his voice. “Well, I mean, I also like you for your personalities. God knows why.”“Mean,” says Jeongguk. “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life.” He tips forward, pressing his face into Jin’s neck. Jimin’s hands are still warm on his skin, one thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles so close to his nipple. He shivers. “Ah—Jimin.”“That’s hyung to you, brat,” says Jimin, but there’s no heat to it. He drags his thumbnail over Jeongguk’s nipple and Jeongguk jolts with his whole body, falling back against Jimin’s chest. “God, Jeonggukie, baby, you’re so sensitive. Jin-hyung, try.”“‘M not,” Jeongguk protests weakly. “I’m—nn—I’m not that sensitive, oh,” he ends in a gasp as Jin, rather than touching with his hands, simply leans down and kisses his way down Jeongguk’s sternum until he finds a nipple, swirling his tongue over it, and—“Oh, fuck,” Jeongguk moans, arching his back—grazing it with his teeth.“I knew you’d be whiny,” Jin breathes, moving to the other nipple. “I fucking knew it. Jimin, you owe me ten thousand won.”Jimin pulls away from where he was sucking yet another mark into Jeongguk’s neck, making an outraged noise. “What are you talking about? We didn’t make any bets.”“Oh. Yeah, now that I think about it, maybe that one was just in my head.”“Can you both stop arguing and—,” Jeongguk shudders, bites back a whimper. “And fuckin’, fuckin’ touch me.”“What does it look like we’re doing,” says Jimin, but he hooks his chin over Jeongguk’s shoulder and brings his hands back up to play with Jeongguk’s nipples, both of them red and wet from Jin’s mouth. “God, your biceps. Your abs. You’re so built. Want you to fuck me sometime, give it to me hard.”Jeongguk’s hips twitch involuntarily. “Oh my god.”“Would you wanna watch that, Jin-hyung?” Jimin purrs, sliding his hands down Jeongguk’s chest to his abs, fingertips dipping below the waistband of his pajama pants. “Would you wanna watch Jeonggukie pin me down? Maybe it wouldn’t even be on a bed. Maybe he’d just bend me over the kitchen table and”—he mouths at Jeongguk’s pulse point, flicks his tongue over it—“fuck into me, so fucking hard, can you imagine it?”“Vividly,” says Jin, eyes dark. He’s smiling, but it’s not really a smile: a crookedness of the lips, a half-formed word. “Christ, Jimin-ah.”“T-Take your shirt off,” Jeongguk stammers out, so turned on he can barely think. “Jin-hyu—ng, take your shirt off. Wanna see you.”“Okay, JK,” Jin murmurs. He pulls off his T-shirt unceremoniously and tosses it on the floor, then leans back, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes. His expression says Like what you see? but also that he already knows the answer is yes, by the way Jeongguk’s staring at him, at the breadth of his shoulders, the solid muscle of his chest and stomach. “Hey,” he says, gesturing at his lap. “C’mere. Let’s watch Jiminie take his shirt off, yeah?”Jeongguk nods so hard that his entire upper body moves with it. He scrambles forward into Jin’s lap, straddling him, fitting their hips together. One of Jin’s arms comes up around the small of his back, holding him steady, and then they both watch as Jimin—grinning, rolling his eyes—crawls up the bed until he’s sitting in front of the headboard, at the perfect angle to give them a show.“Woo!” Jin hoots. “Yeah! Take it off!”“I feel like we should be making it rain right now,” says Jeongguk. He runs his hands over Jin’s thighs, pretending to check for a wallet. “You got any singles, hyung?”“Nah, all I have are triples,” says Jin, and then cracks up, shoulders shaking with that weird half-silent, half-squeaky laugh. “Get it?” He bites Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Because we’re a throuple?”“Jimin,” Jeongguk whines. “C’mon, give us a show. Maybe it’ll make him stop.”“You know as well as I do that it will not,” says Jimin, but pushes up onto his knees anyway, curling his fingers into the hem of his T-shirt. “Are you both paying attention?” he says, coquettish, and Jin finally stops cackling. “Good.”Blushing, clearly holding back an embarrassed laugh, Jimin gives them a show. Wiggles his hips a little, even tries for a body roll before he doubles over, laughing, hiding his face in his hands. When he does take off his shirt, he does it slowly, biting his lower lip. His cheeks are still pink, the flush spreading from his face down to his collarbones, but the skin he reveals is golden in the low lamplight. Jeongguk’s breath catches in his throat as he drinks it in: the cut of Jimin’s narrow hips and shoulders, the lean muscles shifting beneath his skin as he pulls his shirt up around his chin and then off entirely, dropping it over the edge of the bed. He tilts his head back, emphasizing the line of his throat, his gaze hot, heavy, fixed on Jeongguk and Jin. There’s a small white scar on his left pec, just under the nipple—Jeongguk knows it from childhood. There was an unfortunate incident involving a patch of ice and a One Piece action figure.“Get over here,” Jin says. “You beautiful demon.”Jimin snorts.But a moment later he’s joining them again, show over, or really just begun; he’s pulling Jeongguk into a kiss, deepening it almost immediately, coaxing Jeongguk’s mouth open. Their teeth clack and they don’t even pause to laugh at themselves, they just fall into each other, kissing deeper, kissing hotter. They kiss and kiss and Jeongguk feels Jin’s arms tighten around him, one hand sliding up his clothed thigh. He lets out a shaky breath through his nose, shifting where he’s still straddling Jin’s lap. Pressing forward, spreading his legs a little wider until he can feel Jin’s hardness against his own, a firm, hot swell.“Fuck,” Jin hisses, and his hands slide around to Jeongguk’s ass, fingers digging in, and it feels so good that Jeongguk whines into Jimin’s mouth and pushes back against Jin’s hands, rolling his hips a little.“You wanna take your pants off, Gukie?” Jimin says, finally breaking the kiss. He’s panting hard, flushed and a little sweaty, his mouth kissed red. “You okay with that? You wanna give us a color?”“Green,” says Jeongguk. “Yes. Please.”It takes some shuffling around, but then Jeongguk’s kicking off his pajama pants and tossing them to the floor, groping at the waistband of Jimin’s sweatpants, tugging them off, laughing as Jin struggles with his own pajamas. Then all three of them are in nothing but boxers (briefs, in Jimin’s case) and suddenly it’s so much more real, what’s about to happen, and Jeongguk feels his anxiety pick up again. He’s had sex before, but only with one person at a time, and it was never this important; never with someone he loved. What if he’s a terrible lay? What if he’s so bad in bed that Jin and Jimin decide they should go back to being a normal couple? It’s hard enough being in an unorthodox relationship, explaining themselves over and over again to the world, grinning through their teeth when people ask completely inappropriate questions. It’s hard.What if Jeongguk isn’t worth it, in the end?“Hey,” Jimin says sharply, breaking through the white noise in Jeongguk’s head, the spiral of his thoughts. “What’s up, Jeonggukie?”A thousand different answers, all humiliating.“Pick one thing,” says Jin, running his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair. “Pick one thing and say that.”“…Wanna be good,” Jeongguk mumbles.Jimin scoots in close, kneeling before Jeongguk on the bed. “You’re so good,” he says, taking Jeongguk’s face in his hands. He leans in slowly, telegraphing every movement, and presses a soft kiss to Jeongguk’s mouth. “You’re so good,” he repeats, hovering close, lips brushing Jeongguk’s when he speaks. “You don’t have to be perfect. First times are never perfect. Sex is weird and bodies are weird and it doesn’t matter. Just being here with us, that’s enough, it’s already the best. All you have to do is let us take care of you, okay?”“Okay,” Jeongguk whispers.Jin pokes him on the cheek. “Hey,” he says. “If I tell you a deep, dark secret, will you promise to never let it leave this room?”“I…I guess so?” says Jeongguk. “I don’t know, did you murder someone?”“First of all, no, second of all, I’m offended that you wouldn’t keep it a secret if I did, and third of all, I was going to say…,” he takes a dramatic pause. “Jeon Jeongguk, you are…a ten.”Jeongguk’s eyes widen and Jimin gasps, rounding on Jin.“You said I was a nine!” he hisses. “You said you’re the only ten!”“And when I said that, it was true,” says Jin. “But this is like a Gandalf the Grey becoming Gandalf the White situation. The scale now goes to eleven, and JK’s a ten.”“So I’m a ten too, right?” Jimin demands. “I’m a ten too, right?”“You can be a 9.9. You get 0.1 points deducted for general recalcitrance.”Jimin’s nostrils flare. “I take back what I did in Kyoto.”“You can’t take that back!” Jin squawks. “It already happened and it was romantic as hell!”“What did he do in Kyoto?” Jeongguk whispers to Jin.“Nothing,” Jimin snaps.“He grapefruited me,” says Jin.
“I did not!”
“You did, and it was incredible!”“In case anyone was wondering, I’m less anxious now,” Jeongguk breaks in, and they both turn to look at him. “You guys are…so embarrassing. Like, I love you, but you’re both so embarrassing. Pressure’s off.”“Thank you,” says Jimin. “I love you too. I’m choosing to ignore everything else you just said.”Jin makes a garbled, wordless noise that could potentially be interpreted as a declaration of undying love, and buries his face in Jeongguk’s shoulder.“God. Whatever. Can I kiss you? Both of you?” Jimin asks, looking between Jin and Jeongguk with so much exasperated fondness that it makes Jeongguk’s whole body feel all hot and liquid and glowing, molten glass at the end of a glassblower’s pipe. He nods and Jimin smiles, eyes crinkling up, leaning in. He kisses Jeongguk, bends down to kiss the only part of Jin’s face he can reach—the underside of his jaw—and then comes back up to find Jeongguk’s mouth.They kiss, and Jin straightens up, moves behind Jeongguk, thighs bracketing his hips.They kiss, and Jin’s mouth is on Jeongguk’s neck; his hands are sliding down Jeongguk’s arms, down his sides, to the curve of his waist, to his bare thighs.They kiss, and Jin’s fingertips finally brush against the swell in Jeongguk’s boxers. It’s the lightest touch, there and gone, and still Jeongguk shivers hard, gasping into Jimin’s mouth. Jin’s teeth scrape the sensitive, worked-over skin of his throat and Jeongguk shivers again. Pushes up onto his knees, spreads his thighs wider, seeking more contact. It comes a moment later, Jin’s fingernails tracing the curve of him through his boxers, but it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.Jeongguk whimpers into Jimin’s mouth, gasps, “Touch me, touch me, Jin-hyung, hyung, please,” grabs a handful of Jimin’s sweaty hair, drags him back into another deep, messy kiss, mouths open, Jimin’s fingers digging into his thighs. He’s losing himself again, slipping so easily into the hot incoherency of sex, mind succumbing to heartbeat, ego succumbing to id, thoughts rolling over to expose the pale, vulnerable underbelly of his need. He’s making breathy little noises into the kiss, should be embarrassed, isn’t, hips thrusting up into nothing, and then, oh god, thank god, Jin curls a hand around him through his boxers.“Oh god,” Jeongguk squeaks. He tenses up all over, momentarily forgetting how to kiss, and Jimin takes advantage of it by swooping down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jeongguk’s neck, his collarbones, his sternum, and then—Jimin takes one of Jeongguk’s nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly at first and then harder, with teeth. It’s so much, Jin’s hand on Jeongguk’s cock, rubbing slow circles with the heel of his palm, Jimin’s mouth moving from one nipple to the other. Jeongguk lets his head fall back onto Jin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. “Touch me,” he says, even though they already are. “Touch me, wanna—oh—oh fuck, Jin, fuck—”“Don’t forget the ‘hyung,’ you nightmare person,” Jin says, but he sounds shaken. He finds the head of Jeongguk’s cock, rubs his thumb over the small wet patch on Jeongguk’s boxers. “God, fuck, you’re wet.” He nips at Jeongguk’s neck. “Jimin-ah, look at him, he’s so wet.”Jeongguk squirms. “Touch me more. Harder.”“Baby,” Jimin whispers, lips catching on Jeongguk’s chest. “You wanna lie down?”“Y-Yeah. Yes.”The three of them shift so Jeongguk is lying back on the bed, Jin kneeling at his side and Jimin between his legs. He feels so exposed—mostly naked, so obviously hard, sweaty and flushed and panting and they’re not even fucking him yet. He spreads his thighs apart and bites back a moan when Jimin bends over him, kissing his way down Jeongguk’s stomach. Jimin and Jin are hard, too, Jeongguk realizes through the haze. He wants to see them, wants them naked, wants to—Jimin slips his fingers below the waistband of Jeongguk’s boxers. “Color?” he asks, hushed.“Fucking—green, the greenest, oh my god,” Jeongguk says, but then he actually thinks about it, and clears his throat. “Um—but maybe you guys first, though.”“ON IT,” Jin shouts. He flops back on the bed and wriggles his way out of his boxers, and there’s something about watching a gloriously beautiful person going out of his way to be dorky and absurd that is just really fucking hot, and Jeongguk’s looking at him and feeling a little overwhelmed with love, just a little overwhelmed, and then Jimin’s peeling off his briefs and oh, fuck, they’re naked, they’re both naked, fuck. Jeongguk looks at them and looks away, covering his face with his hands. Maybe a lot overwhelmed. They’re so—and they want him. They want him. Always, not just for tonight, but tomorrow morning too, and the next day, and the next.“Take your time,” says Jin. “You’re hardly the first person to be rendered speechless by the mere sight of my dick.”“Oh, is that what you call that weird growth?” says Jeongguk, but the effect is diminished because he’s still hiding behind his hands.Jin pats his knee. “This weird growth is gonna rock your world, buckaroo.”“Just once, I wish we could get through an entire lovemaking session without anyone using the word ‘buckaroo,’” Jimin says. “But I suppose that’s a bit unrealistic.”Slowly, Jeongguk takes his hands away from his face. He’s rewarded by the sight of Jin and Jimin, one on either side of his legs, chiaroscuro-golden in the lamplight, all that tan skin a striking contrast against the white bedspread. All that tan skin. Jin’s black hair, Jimin’s blond, their mouths kissed red and swollen, the lines of their muscles, Jimin thin and wiry and Jin sturdy, broad, solid. Jeongguk drinks them in. Lets himself look at them, really look, taking in their nakedness: the dark curls between Jin’s legs, the unselfconscious cant of his thighs, the length of him, bigger than Jeongguk, a thick hot curve; Jimin’s small, perfect cock, the head wet and pink. Jimin is smooth all over, clean-shaven. And goddamn, goddamn, Jeongguk wants the two of them everywhere. Wants to feel them everywhere. Wants them inside him, a deep, spreading ache.“Okay,” he breathes. “Okay. Okay. I wanna—,” he reaches down to take off his boxers but Jimin beats him to it. Jimin leans down and drops a kiss right above Jeongguk’s waistband, and Jeongguk closes his eyes for a moment, feels the elastic catch on the head of his cock, opens his eyes and is exposed. He fights the urge to cover himself. He can feel his heartbeat in his lower belly, in his cock, the odd hunger-pang of arousal, the urge to roll his hips, to fuck into something, to be fucked. His face must be so red.“What do you want?” Jimin asks in a low, rough voice, and Jeongguk pushes himself up on his elbows to find them both looking at him, Jin’s hand curled around his own cock, stroking lazily. Jin’s so hard, they’re both so hard, flushed with color, and Jeongguk feels like molten glass again, white-hot, hollow inside. What does he want? God, everything.“Put your mouth on him, Jimin-ah,” Jin instructs. Always so good with Jeongguk’s silences, his frequent paralyses. “Wanna see you take him.”“Green,” Jeongguk says, before either of them can ask.Jimin smiles.Then he’s bending down, brushing his lips over Jeongguk’s hipbones, his navel. He grazes his teeth over the delicate skin of Jeongguk’s inner thigh, retraces it with his tongue, leaves a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses. Jeongguk grips the bedspread with both hands, willing himself to stay still, even as Jimin latches on with his teeth and begins to suck, just hard enough to leave a tiny pink mark, so close to the crease of Jeongguk’s thigh. His mouth is everywhere except the one place Jeongguk needs it most.“Come on,” Jeongguk whines. “Jimin, please.”“Consider being patient,” says Jimin. He kisses Jeongguk’s thigh one last time and then reaches for Jeongguk’s cock—finally—but instead of wrapping a hand around it, he just runs a fingernail along the vein, feather-light. Jeongguk shudders, his cock full and aching, twitching under Jimin’s barely-there touch. 
“Please.”
“Jimin-ah,” says Jin, still stroking himself, watching everything with dark eyes. He keeps sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it, and Jeongguk wishes suddenly that they were kissing again; he needs the pressure, needs any kind of pressure, needs someone to touch him. “Jimin-ah, be nice. I think JK’s gonna implode.”“Fine,” says Jimin. “I’ll be nice.” And he finally, finally takes Jeongguk into his hand. He strokes him once, firm, and Jeongguk gasps, toes curling into the bedspread. “You’re pretty,” Jimin murmurs, smiling a little, and leans down to press a chaste kiss to the side of Jeongguk’s cock, so quick and light that Jeongguk barely feels it. “Pretty, pretty boy. You’ve got a really nice cock, you know that?”“Um,” Jeongguk manages, unable to look away from the sight of Jimin’s hand on him, a loose circle. “Um, I, I don’t know, m-maybe.”“You do.” Jimin presses another kiss to the side of his cock, but this time he lingers. Parts his lips, the heat of his breath on Jeongguk’s skin, still not enough. “It’s pretty, like you.”“Okay. Um. Th-thank you.”A huff of laughter.“Ji-min,” Jeongguk whines.And Jimin takes him into his mouth.Jeongguk lets out a high, thin breath, forcing himself not to buck up into Jimin’s mouth. But god, it’s so good, so wet, Jimin sinking down, Jeongguk’s cock sliding over his tongue, and he’s sucking just hard enough to make Jeongguk want more, more. Jeongguk says something, maybe, some exclamation or curse, and Jimin moans around him. The vibration of his voice feels like—like being at a club, bassline pulsing up through your feet, everything tingly and sensitive, every touch magnified, colors bright and blinding. “Oh god,” Jeongguk says, “oh my god, oh my god,” and he reaches out, not even sure what he wants, and still he gets it: Jin bending over him, kissing him hard. Jeongguk arches his back, throws his arms around Jin’s neck and pulls him down, opening his mouth for Jin’s tongue, and at the same time Jimin pulls off, sucks the tip of Jeongguk’s cock back into his mouth, flutters his tongue over the underside of the head. He's making it so wet with spit, how did he know that’s how I like it, and Jin is fucking his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth, one hand gripping the side of Jeongguk's face, and Jeongguk wants—Jeongguk wants—“Fuck me,” he pants against Jin’s red, slick mouth. “Fuck me, come on.” He draws Jin into another kiss, teeth clacking, that weird hollow sound. “Want you to fuck me, both of you, please, I want it, want you—want you inside—ah—”“Who do you want first, Jeonggukie?” Jimin breathes, pulling off. He rolls Jeongguk's balls between his fingers and smiles, lips obscene, when Jeongguk’s whole body twitches in response.And Jeongguk—doesn’t even comprehend the question, can’t even begin to form an answer. It feels like he only exists in the places Jimin and Jin are touching him: Jimin’s mouth on his cock, Jin’s teeth at the shell of his ear, someone’s fingers trailing down his arm, the wine-red bruises on his neck and collarbones, the imprints of their mouths. He turns his head to the side, pressing his face into the blanket, drawing a shaky breath.“Can I finger you,” Jin murmurs in his ear.“Fuck. Yes.”Jeongguk keeps his eyes closed while they find the lube. He hears the sound of the cap popping open, the rasp of Jin rubbing his hands together, warming it between his palms. He takes a deep breath.A moment later, the first touch. The brush of a fingertip against him. Then the shock of cold, jelly-like lube drizzling over his balls. He yelps and Jin laughs, drops an apologetic kiss to the inside of Jeongguk’s knee, runs a finger down his perineum, spreading the wetness all over. “You like it wet?” he asks, laughter in his voice, and it's ridiculous, it's completely ridiculous that he can say something so porny and still sound so damn good.Jeongguk opens his mouth to retort, but all that comes out is a shaky moan as Jin rubs his thumb in little circles over Jeongguk’s perineum. Jeongguk spreads his thighs even wider, pushing his hips up off the bed to give Jin more access. The thumb trails up to the base of his cock, back down, and Jeongguk feels a little embarrassed about what he must look like, legs spread, thrusting up into nothing, but then Jin brushes his thumb over the place Jeongguk needs it most and he forgets to be embarrassed; forgets to think of anything but this.It always hurts, at first. No matter how much lube, no matter the angle, it always burns. Hot and prickling inside him.Jin goes slow. A couple weeks ago, the three of them were kissing on the couch when Jeongguk blurted out, bright red and unable to make eye contact, that it’s been over a year since he slept with anyone. What he didn’t tell them is that he also never really fingers himself—can’t get the angle right, can’t get deep enough. Sometimes he presses a single fingertip inside, circles it around, pushing at his inner walls just enough to make it hurt a little bit. The burn of insertion. But he never really goes further, when he’s alone. He didn’t tell Jin and Jimin about that part, but he thinks they’ve probably guessed.The first knuckle of Jin’s middle finger. A long pause, more lube, warm this time, dripping onto the bed. The second knuckle. Jimin, bending over Jeongguk, drawing him into a light, breathy kiss, teeth on his bottom lip. Jin pulls out again, pushes back in, still only to the second knuckle, getting Jeongguk used to the sensation of something foreign inside him. The sensation of being fucked, by someone who knows how.Jeongguk keeps opening his eyes only to close them again, and again, when Jin presses back inside, or leans down to kiss the underside of Jeongguk’s cock, or runs his free hand down Jeongguk’s thigh, fingers digging into the muscle.“You good, Jeonggukie?” Jin asks, sitting back to look at Jeongguk’s face, middle finger all the way inside. He’s got long fingers. Even just the one is so much.“Yeah,” Jeongguk pants. He brings his legs up, bracing his heels on the bed. “Yeah, ‘m good, keep going.”“You’re doing so well,” Jimin says, kissing Jeongguk’s temple, running his fingers through Jeongguk’s sweaty hair. “I know it’s been a while, but you’re doing so well. You’re perfect. I could watch you forever, Gukie.”Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut. He bites his lip, wincing a little as Jin pulls out entirely and then slides back in, smooth and slow. “Jimin. Jimin.”“Baby,” Jimin breathes into his mouth, taking Jeongguk’s bottom lip between his teeth. “You look so good. Can’t believe how fuckin’ pretty you are. Hate this. I was so used to being the pretty one.”He kisses Jeongguk’s smile, kisses his teeth. Jeongguk grabs his shoulders and keeps him there. The two of them kiss slowly, deeply, until one finger stops burning so much, until the stretch feels like not enough instead of too much.“More,” Jeongguk says. “Jin-hyung. Ah. More.”“Lemme know if it's too much,” Jin murmurs. There’s the sound of the lube cap again, and then he begins to press a second finger in alongside the first, hot and slick.It hurts. It hurts enough that Jeongguk pulls away from Jimin's mouth for a moment, gritting his teeth, knuckles white where he's gripping Jimin’s shoulders. Jin pauses but Jeongguk says, “No, keep g-going, just gotta—keep going—,” and Jin nods, kisses Jeongguk’s kneecap, keeps going. Jin’s eyes are wide. His gaze keeps darting from Jeongguk to Jimin to his own fingers pressing into Jeongguk’s body, to Jeongguk and Jimin again, the messy way they kiss.“Sorry,” Jeongguk whispers, after Jin’s been fingering him shallowly for what feels like an eternity. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry, I know I’m taking too long, it’s just—ah—’s just that I'm a little, um, out of practice—,”“First of all,” says Jin, fingers stilling, “first of all, there’s no such thing as too long, not with this, and if Jimin and I ever perish in a tragic accident and you're forced to love another, and that person tells you you’re taking too long, I sincerely hope you shove them off the bed and run.”He crooks his fingers, pressing up toward Jeongguk’s belly, and looks extremely satisfied when Jeongguk’s hips jump in response.“Second of all.”“Hyung, oh, oh god.”“Second of all, you’re nuts if you don't think this is the best thing I've seen all year.”“Okay,” Jeongguk says weakly. “Okay, okay, sorry.”“Yah! I just explained why you don't need to be sorry!”“Okay! Sorry!”“I swear to god,” Jin mutters. He pulls his fingers out so slow, pressing up into Jeongguk's walls the whole way, and then—fuck—making a come-hither motion just inside the rim, a shocking little stretch and burn, and nobody's ever done that before but it feels so good, toe-curlingly good, accidentally-biting-Jimin’s-lip-too-hard good, the kind of good that makes a person step, not fall, into love. Jeongguk says something, maybe Jin Jin Jin, maybe inside me want you inside me please oh god, maybe fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck. Whatever it is makes Jin let out a sharp breath and push back inside, and Jimin kisses Jeongguk hard and then, eyes hazy, brushes a thumb over Jeongguk's lower lip.Jeongguk opens up for him immediately. Takes Jimin's thumb into his mouth, onto his tongue, closes his eyes and sucks at it. He hears Jimin’s breath hitch. Then Jimin replaces his thumb with two fingers and Jeongguk takes them in, sucking lightly, grazing Jimin's knuckles with his teeth. He’s drooling a little, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth. Jimin begins to mimic what Jin’s movements, the same rhythm: fucking his fingers into Jeongguk’s mouth, smearing spit over Jeongguk’s lips and chin.And maybe Namjoon was right when he said Jeongguk has an intense oral fixation, because something about having Jimin’s fingers in his mouth makes his brain go soft and quiet again, helps him relax further into the bed, opening up.It’s another few minutes before Jin is able to bottom out with two fingers. He stays there for a moment, deep inside, thumb rubbing gentle circles into Jeongguk's perineum, waiting for Jeongguk to catch his breath, to give him the okay. Then, careful as ever, he begins to thrust in and out.The first time his fingertips brush against Jeongguk’s prostate, it’s such a shock that Jeongguk nearly chokes on Jimin's fingers. He shudders, legs twitching with the aftershocks of a single touch, and doesn’t have to look down to know Jin’s giving him a hot, self-satisfied look.“Feel nice?” Jin asks, innocent.“Just a fucking bit," Jeongguk gasps.“It’ll feel even better once he's inside,” Jimin says, breath hot on the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. He drags his wet fingers down Jeongguk’s chin, his throat, to his nipples. “Feel even better once he's fucking you.”“I—ah. I know, I know, oh god.”Three fingers are even more of a stretch, leaving Jeongguk red-faced and panting, teeth clenched. Jin keeps pausing, slicking his fingers up, switching back to one or two. He is explosive and dramatic and impatient until he isn’t. Until it matters. When it matters, he goes so slow; he keeps his eyes on Jeongguk’s face; he kisses Jeongguk’s knees, his hipbones, his thighs, his belly. The faint white stretchmarks on Jeongguk’s hips, a result of growing up too fast, packing on muscle.Three fingers. Jeongguk spreads his thighs and pushes his heels into the bedspread and tosses his head back and takes it. Jimin’s mouth on his nipples, Jimin’s hands in his hair, petting him, cooing. It burns and it burns and it burns, and it feels a little like dying, like an out-of-body experience, pain and tidal-shift pleasure, but in a good way. Jeongguk rolls his hips experimentally, fucking himself down onto Jin's fingers. It burns and feels good, and he does it again, again, again, and Jin sucks in a breath.“Want you,” Jeongguk moans. “Want you, want you, both of you.” He fucks down again, no rhythm. “Wanna feel you. Want you to—fuck me. Jimin. Jimin, want you—your fingers—”Jimin kisses the side of his pec. “You want me to take a turn?”“No.” Jeongguk swallows hard. “No, want you—together.”“Fuck,” Jimin breathes.Jin pulls out gently, presses two fingers back in. It’s easier now. Jimin scrambles down to the foot of the bed to kneel beside him, and for a moment he goes still, just looking at Jeongguk, until Jeongguk blushes and covers his face with both hands.“What,” he says, muffled.“You're just—hot,” Jimin blurts out. He laughs, looking almost surprised at himself, runs a hand through his hair. “I—I just. Goddamn, Jeonggukie.”“Finger me,” says Jeongguk.Jimin squeezes lube into his palm, coating his fingers. Then, eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s face, he slides one finger in alongside Jin’s.The sound Jeongguk makes is low and wordless. He arches his back, covers his mouth and then remembers they don’t want him to do that, reaches up above his head to grab the pillow. “Ooookay,” he says, which makes Jin laugh, and then, “god, okay, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, come on, I want it,” which makes Jin shut up.“You’re so tight,” Jimin says, marveling, and god, Jeongguk can feel him, that pretty little finger alongside Jin's, both of them inside him, a brand-new stretch, and it's driving him wild. Wetness dripping down the backs of his thighs, a wet patch on the bed. He shifts, taking them in further.“Am I,” he pants, shoving his face into the side of his bicep, “am I, ‘m I doing okay, am I—hah—is there anything I should be—a-ah, like, doing—”“Exactly what you're doing already," says Jimin. His voice is breathy, strained. “You’re doing perfect, Gukie. You do everything perfect, don't you? You’re always so good. You feel so fuckin’ good.”“How’re you feeling, JK,” says Jin. “You feel ready?” When Jeongguk doesn't answer immediately, he murmurs, “It’s okay if you don’t. Jeongguk-ah. It’s okay if it doesn’t happen tonight. Anything’s okay.”Jeongguk shakes his head hard, hips working. Grinding down into their hands. “‘M ready. Want it.”“What do you want?”“You fuckin’ know, hyung.”“Yah,” Jin chides, no heat to it. “Then…?”“Yes,” Jeongguk says, “yes, yes, but—but first—c’mere, kiss me, kiss me, kiss m—,” the last word is lost in Jimin's mouth, a kiss like a good fuck, wet and nasty and deep. Jimin pulls back a moment later, catches Jin's mouth, and Jeongguk watches, heart pounding, as they exchange kiss after kiss, rocking into each other, Jimin sliding his finger out of Jeongguk and crawling practically into Jin's lap. His lithe, compact body, Jin's broadness, it looks like they were cut from the same stone, unevenly shaped pieces that still fit together like Earth intended, two halves, or—thirds, now. Thirds. Jeongguk watches, transfixed by the firm stroke of their tongues, the slickness of their red, bitten lips.Mine, he thinks, and for a disconcerting moment hears Namjoon's voice in his head, It’s really fucked up how we romanticize possession, and then decides to say fuck it and let himself have this one. Just this once.
Mine.
Jimin’s cock, leaving a smear of precome on Jin’s belly.
Mine.
Jin’s arm around Jimin's lower back, his fingers still inside, all three of them connected.
Mine.
How strange to feel so full and empty at the same time.“Fuck him,” Jimin gasps finally, panting into Jin's mouth. “Fuck him, hyung, wanna see you fuck him—”“The mouth on you,” says Jin, fake-scolding. He looks to Jeongguk. “Guk-ah?”
“Yes.”
Jin pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the bedspread. Jimin passes him a condom and Jeongguk's heartbeat picks up, Pavlovian, when he hears the crinkle of the wrapper. Jin rolls it on unceremoniously and slicks himself up, lube dripping off his fingers, the size of his cock emphasized when he takes it in his hand. Bigger than three fingers. He crawls on top of Jeongguk, elbows planted on either side of his head.“Go slow,” Jeongguk whispers, meeting his eyes for a second and then looking away again. “’S gonna hurt.”“Tell me if you need to stop,” Jin says. “No, look at me, ‘m serious. No stoicism, JK. No toughing it out. We all know you’re a big strong macho man, this isn’t the place to prove it.”“Okay, okay, jeez.”Jin kisses him on the cheek. “Just wanna make sure I don't kill you with my monster schlong.”“R.I.P. Jeon Jeongguk,” says Jeongguk. “Died doing what he loved.”Jin laughs. It’s a short, surprised hah, his head thunking onto Jeongguk's shoulder, and when he looks up again there’s something fractured about his expression, something soft and dark and vulnerable showing through the cracks. And that’s when it hits Jeongguk—hits him and sinks in, like really sinks in, for the first time—that everything about this is mutual. It really is. This beam of light inside him, it exists within Jin and Jimin as well. All the fear and anxiety and the driving hope, they feel it too. They feel everything.He wraps his arms around Jin's neck and pulls him down, pressing their foreheads together. Jin’s breath is shaky against his lips.“Want you inside me,” Jeongguk whispers, and Jin nods. Reaches down with one hand, positioning himself, the head of his cock wet and blunt at Jeongguk’s entrance.He begins to push in and Jeongguk’s mind—whites out. It hurts again, a terrible stretch. Jeongguk's not used to the sensation of something thick and inflexible inside him, so different from fingers, and it feels so weird, it always does. So there's the pain, but then, above it, rising like sparks: the heady pleasure of being filled. It starts in his cock, his lower belly, and spreads through his body in waves, a liquid pulse. Jin pauses, lets him adjust, pushes in again, one centimeter at a time.Jeongguk only realizes he's making noise when Jimin leans over to kiss the breathless little whines off his lips. He only realizes he’s digging his fingernails into Jin’s back when Jin hisses in pain.“Sorry,” Jeongguk gasps, voice cracking. “Sorr—hahhhhohmygod. Fuck. Oh fuck.”“You good?” Jin says into his neck.“Yeah. Yeah. Ah. Y-yeah, ‘m good.”“Is it too much?”Yes, Jeongguk wants to say, but he doesn’t know how to explain that it's a good thing. It’s too much and he likes it. He's crying a little, vision blurring, and it feels so good. The stretch is unbearable and he wants it so fucking bad.“No,” he says, blinking back tears. “No, not too much. Is it—for you? Are you okay, hyung?”Jin nods, hair brushing Jeongguk’s chin. “I’m okay.”“Okay. Okay, hyung, that’s good.” Jeongguk looks up at Jimin, flushed and golden in the lamplight. Jimin’s got a steadying hand on Jin's shoulder, the other hand fisted in the bedspread. Biting his bottom lip. Those crooked front teeth. He looks angelic, but in a Caravaggio kind of way. Divine but tangible, holy but human. “Jimin,” Jeongguk says, and raises his legs to wrap around Jin's waist, heels digging into his ass. “Jimin, are you watching?”“Couldn’t look away if I tried," says Jimin.A breath later, Jin bottoms out. He makes a long, rasping noise into the hollow of Jeongguk’s throat, trembling all over. “Jesus Christ,” he says, hoarse. “Jesus Christ, Jeongguk-ah.”Jeongguk grabs a fistful of his hair, tugs until Jin raises his head again. They stare at each other, equally wide-eyed, the tips of their noses almost touching. There’s a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Jin’s face. More sweat on his temples, his hairline. The cracks in his expression are widening. He looks very young, all of a sudden. It serves as another reminder: tonight is a first for all three of them, not just Jeongguk.Jin’s throat moves when he swallows.He keeps scanning Jeongguk’s face like he’s looking for a no. Or maybe just a reaffirmation of Jeongguk’s yes.“Fuck me, King Bitch,” Jeongguk whispers.Jin blinks, and then he’s laughing. Sweet and shocked and breathless, forehead cracking against Jeongguk’s cheekbone, wheezing oh shit sorry JK and cracking up all over again. He laughs and shoves an arm under Jeongguk’s lower back, hitching him up to get a better angle. Presses his grinning mouth to Jeongguk’s jaw. And—“Oh Jesus fuck,” Jeongguk moans, as Jin begins to thrust.If Jeongguk's been fucked like this before, he doesn’t remember it. Jin thrusts into him so smooth and perfect, long drags of his cock that leave Jeongguk shaking beneath him, wrapping his arms around Jin's neck and clinging on and just opening up for it, taking it. Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, making sounds like he's never made before, not in bed with anyone else and certainly not alone: high, wordless cries, voice breaking every time Jin pushes back inside. Jeongguk cracks his eyes open to see Jimin watching him, one hand still curled around the base of his cock. Lips parted, the pink of his tongue visible, just watching. It’s not something Jeongguk’s really considered before—being watched—but when it’s Jimin…. Jeongguk can’t help it, he feels a nasty little rush of narcissism, a coil of heat in his belly, and finds himself arching further up off the bed, clenching the muscles in his thighs, meeting Jimin’s gaze. He wonders what he must look like right now. Flushed and sweaty, hazy-eyed, love-bites all over his neck and collarbones, legs wrapped around Jin’s waist, Jin’s cock fucking into him over and over. Jimin holds the eye contact for a moment, brushing a thumb over the tip of his cock, rubbing just beneath the head—is that what you like best? Jeongguk imagines opening his mouth for it, feeling the weight of Jimin’s cock on his tongue, the dark musky smell, the salt of precome, swallowing, kissing Jin—and then Jimin’s eyes flick down to where Jin is pulling out again. He’s watching Jin’s cock slide out of Jeongguk, thick and shiny-wet.
Oh—
He loses track of time. Loses himself in the rush of a good fuck, the full-body shudders of pleasure, ears ringing, bedframe hitting the wall with every thrust, Jin on top of him, inside him, everywhere, fucking him so deep—“Jeongguk,” Jin says, a barely-there tremor in his voice, which is the Jin equivalent of losing his fucking mind. “Jeongguk-ah, you wanna—you wanna get on top?”“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, “yeah, yeah, yeah, oh,” as Jin pulls out completely, and then he’s rolling sideways, pushing himself upright with shaking arms, clambering over Jin’s legs. He takes a moment to reach out blindly, grabbing Jimin’s shoulder and pulling him in for a messy kiss, gasping into each other’s mouths, before curling his other hand around Jin’s cock—hot through the condom, wet wet wet—and pumping once, twice, raising himself up, thighs trembling, holding Jin’s cock steady while he finds the right angle. Finding it. Slick on his inner thighs, his fingers, everything wet with lube. He’s so hard it hurts, but he doesn’t want to touch himself, not yet.He sinks down.Everything goes a little hazy. Jeongguk opens his eyes and he’s bent forward, bracing his hands on Jin’s chest, and Jimin is behind him, both of them straddling Jin’s legs. Jimin’s got his hands on Jeongguk’s hips, and—Jeongguk straightens up, head lolling back onto Jimin’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. He’s so—full. It feels so different like this, upright, Jin’s cock seated inside him.“How’s it feel?” Jimin murmurs, arms snaking around his waist. His hands skim over Jeongguk’s stomach, up to his nipples, making Jeongguk shiver and cry out. “Baby. You feel good?”Jeongguk opens his mouth and all that comes out is a breathless little moan.“You’re so pretty,” Jimin coos. “Love watching hyung fuck you. He’s good, isn’t he?” He scrapes his teeth over the curve of Jeongguk’s throat. “Love when he fucks me. Sometimes he fucks me so hard, Gukie. When I want it. He fucks into me so fuckin’ deep, ‘cause he knows I can take it, he knows that’s how I like it sometimes.”“Oh my god,” Jeongguk says faintly. He realizes his eyes are squeezed shut again and opens them to meet Jin’s gaze. Jin is staring up at him, face pink, a sheen of sweat on his chest and collarbones. He’s almost frowning, like he always does when he’s concentrating on something, brow furrowed.Biting his lip, Jeongguk begins to move. He doesn’t really have the strength to lift himself up very far—his thighs are trembling—but he rolls his hips, grinding back and forth. He can still feel Jimin’s cock against him, hot and smooth on the curve of his ass.“And sometimes,” Jimin says, sliding a hand over Jeongguk’s stomach, “sometimes, I fuck hyung like that.”“You’re—,” Jeongguk groans, hips stuttering. He loses the rest of the sentence in the next slow grind, taking Jin somehow deeper. Everything is warm, pulsing, all the pain giving way to pleasure that fills him like a pour of wine, sweet and dark, his skin humming with the sensation of Jin inside him, Jimin holding him so tight, lips at his throat. Jeongguk wants to fuck like this for hours. He could fuck like this for hours, could build to an orgasm like the tide coming in, a slow, shuddering wave.  But there’s one last thing he wants.Jin’s the one who says it—anticipating, as always, what Jeongguk needs.“Will you—with Jimin-ah?” he says, big hands moving to Jeongguk’s hips. Jeongguk grinds down a little harder and Jin’s eyes flutter shut, lips shaping a silent fuck, fuck. His fingers dig into Jeongguk’s hips hard enough to leave little fingernail crescents, more marks on Jeongguk’s skin. “’M close, and—wanna see you—with Jimin-ah, you ‘n’ Jimin-ah.”Jeongguk practically collapses forward, groping clumsily at Jin’s face, his hair. Finding his mouth, licking into him, sharing air. “Yeah, I wanna,” he slurs, so far gone, muzzy with it. “J’min, J’minie-hyung, you wanna, you wanna fuck me?”Jimin’s hands cover Jin’s on Jeongguk’s hips. A moment later, Jimin’s forehead thunks onto Jeongguk’s back, his mouth open and wet on Jeongguk’s spine.“Yeah, Gukie, baby, yeah,” he says, and Jeongguk whines into Jin’s mouth, whines as Jimin’s fingers find his rim, pressing at it, the pink stretch where he’s taking Jin’s cock, and then Jin is pulling out and Jeongguk’s rolling sideways, spent, legs falling open as Jimin climbs on top of him.“Hyung,” Jeongguk says, eyes still closed, and Jin kisses him. Jin kisses him, mouthing at his lips, his teeth, Jin kisses him, kisses him, then Jimin leans down, hair brushing Jeongguk’s jaw, the smell of coconut shampoo, and kisses both of them. His tongue flicks into Jeongguk’s mouth alongside Jin’s; he sucks on Jeongguk’s bottom lip as Jin curls a hand around Jeongguk’s face, draws him in for another three-way kiss, lips sliding against each other, breath and heat and tongue and—vaguely, Jeongguk registers the sound of a second condom wrapper, and—Jimin, murmuring Jeongguk’s name, pushing inside.Or—not.Because he doesn’t go all the way, doesn’t give Jeongguk what he needs; he pushes only the head of his cock inside and pauses, waits until Jeongguk makes a tiny, confused noise—and pulls out. On the next stroke he does the same fucking thing: only the head of his cock pushing past Jeongguk’s rim, a terrible little pause, and then he pulls out again and fucking giggles at the look on Jeongguk’s face.“Jimin,” Jeongguk pleads, lifting his ass up off the bed as if that will convince Jimin to stop fucking teasing him. “Jimin, come on, don’t be an asshole—”Jimin laughs, circles his hips, the head of his cock warm and wet on Jeongguk’s entrance. “Consider this my revenge for all the times you’ve teased me.”“Teased you—like what, when I was fucking thirteen?” Jeongguk wriggles, trying to hook his legs around Jimin’s waist. “Ji-min, Jiminie-hyung, c’mon, you know I only did that ‘cause I liked you ‘n’ I didn’t know how to deal with it, we talked about this, ‘member, you said I w-was—p-perpetuating a culture of, of t-toxic masculinity—and I said I was sorry—but also, also fuck you, because remember that one time you stole my I-Iron Man and threw him on the roof and didn’t tell me for—”“Okay, point made,” Jimin mutters, and—“Oh goddamn,” Jeongguk gasps, filled again. “Oh fuck, Jimin.”And Jimin’s grin against his chin is quicksilver.After that, it’s a haze of pleasure. Jimin’s mouth on his lips, his nipples, Jin’s hands in his hair, Jimin fucking into him, slow and then faster, harder, a bloom of heat between Jeongguk’s legs. Jimin’s hand under his knee, pressing one of his thighs back up toward his head to deepen the angle, taking full advantage of Jeongguk’s dancer flexibility. Fucks into him with hot little strokes, and Jeongguk’s making noise again, oh-oh-oh, eyes closed against the burn in his thighs, the thud of his heart, the waves of deep, incessant pleasure starting in his lower belly and emanating throughout his entire body, leaving him limp and senseless on the bed, unable to do anything but take, take, take.Then Jin pushes a finger inside him alongside Jimin’s cock, a new stretch, a delicious burn, both of them fucking him together, he can feel them, and Jeongguk—loses his mind. He feels his own hips twitching up to meet Jimin’s, hears himself whimpering—oh god please, please, Jimin, come inside me, come inside me, wanna feel it, please, please please oh god hyung please—but he can’t stop, couldn’t shut up even if he wanted to, can’t open his eyes, can’t do anything but arch up into Jimin’s body and beg, again and again, for Jimin to come undone.He knows Jimin’s close when Jimin lets go of Jeongguk’s thigh to grab his face, thumb pressing at the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, and they share a breathless, graceless kiss. Jimin gasps something—baby baby I’m—I’m gonna—and thrusts in again, hard, so hard it hurts—they moan together—and then his body locks up, trembling, as he comes inside.“Oh,” Jeongguk gasps, “oh, oh, oh god.” He can feel Jimin’s come inside him even through the condom, hopes they can skip the condom next time, wants to feel it for real, wants both of them to come inside, wants to feel their come drip out of him. “Oh god,” he says again, and reaches out, finding Jin’s wrist. “Oh god. Hyung. Hyung. Come on me, fucking—come on me, can you—please.”Jin swears. He tosses the condom aside and takes himself in hand, never looking away from Jeongguk’s eyes. When he comes, he swears again, his whole face screwed up like he’s in pain, and spills across Jeongguk’s belly and hip. Jimin, still sprawled across Jeongguk and softening inside him, trails his fingers through the mess and brings it to Jeongguk’s mouth, smearing it across his lips like lipstick, making a tiny, almost hurt noise when Jeongguk licks the come off his fingers. He gathers more and Jeongguk parts his lips for it (“You two will be the fucking death of me,” Jin says, hushed), Jimin’s fingers sliding over his tongue, luxuriating in the salt-musk taste of Jin’s come. He pulls Jimin up for a deep, lazy kiss, Jin’s come hot between their tongues, sharing the taste.“Think it’s your turn,” Jimin says into the kiss, and that’s when Jeongguk remembers that he hasn’t even come yet.“I forgot about me,” he confesses.“Well,” Jimin says, sucking at his bottom lip, “that’s why you have us.”There’s some shuffling around, and then, in the end, Jeongguk comes with Jin’s fingers inside him and Jimin’s mouth on his cock. In the end, he comes with a near-silent moan, shaking all over as his orgasm takes him like a wave, pulling him down into the warm dark water, salt and their names on his lips. He lies there in the wake of it, limbs quivering, just trying to catch his damn breath, barely even noticing when Jin pulls his fingers out, dips his thumb into Jeongguk’s rim one last time and then pulls away entirely, leaving him empty again.Empty, but only for a moment. vii. 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life, part two—]
 —comes after Jin pulls away entirely, leaving Jeongguk empty again, and wipes his fingers on the blanket, and licks the salt of Jeongguk’s come off Jimin’s lips, gently, with love, and murmurs, “JK. You taste so good.” viii. 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life, part two—]
 —comes after the cleanup, after they wipe the come off Jeongguk’s belly, after they dispose of the condoms and make Jeongguk drink an entire glass of water and help clean the lube off his ass and thighs. After they kiss him, sweet and aching, and brush his sweaty hair off his forehead, and switch out the come- and lube-soaked bedspread for a new one, under which Jeongguk burrows immediately, still naked. ix. 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life, part two—]
 —comes after all of this, although the argument could be made that it is, in fact, all of this, and all that came before: the sex, and everything else. x. 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life, part two—]
 —is pretty simple. On the surface.It’s Jin climbing into bed beside him and wrapping an arm around Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in close. Kissing the nape of his neck.It’s Jimin sliding under the covers with them, brushing his lips over Jeongguk’s cheek. Taking the spot on Jeongguk’s other side and cuddling up to him, small and warm.It’s the three of them naked and sweaty and smelling of sex. It’s the three of them, curled around each other, connected, a new shape. It’s the way Jeongguk has never in his life felt so safe and wanted and vital. It’s the way he can feel their hearts beating, feel their breaths on his skin, everything slow and gentle with sleep.It’s them. It’s this. It’s good.It’s his. [∞] 
[the best moment of jeon jeongguk’s life, part three—]
 —is the morning after. And the next.All the afters, really. 
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